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By Trent (Mon Jan 10, 2011 at 05:00:22 PM EST) (all tags)
Chapter 3 

 "Sherry, are you awake?"  The voice from the hall was pleasant, yet had a sense of urgency to it.
"Yeah Momma.  Getting dressed."
"Well hurry up, you'll be late."
"Yes Momma."  She was not in fact getting dressed, and she was not in fact going to be late.  To be late she had to be going some where.  Her mother was sure she was going to the bakery to start her normal shift.  She had traded with the new girl, the one that they had hired two weeks previous.  She needed all the hours she could get, her husband she claimed had been fired from yet another job and the kids were hungry. Sherry needed money too, but she had found that the bakery wages were shit compared to what she could make being a, well there was only one way to describe it.  She was a whore.  She had just the night before made twenty bucks off of one of the new field hands.  Sure she had to give nine of that to her pimp, but she had had fun and it was less than an hours work.  The bakery paid $3.15/hour before taxes, and she ended up smelling like rotten flour at the end of her shift.
She got up out of bed and quickly dressed.  She needed to at least pretend that she was going to the bakery, or her mother would start with the forty questions.  Sherry was nineteen and would do what she wanted to do with her life, but keeping her mother in the dark about what she was really doing was for the best at the moment.
"Do you want something to eat?"  Her mother asked as she tried to sneak past the kitchen, out the front door.
"No, I'll pick something up at the bakery, they always have day old stuff that didn't sell, and that's headed for the dumpster."
"Oh Sherry I wish you'd eat better."  Sherry smiled at her and was out the front door.  She had to visit Tommy, her pimp sure, but more importantly her boyfriend.  He was every thing that her mother hated in a guy, but Sherry thought he was awesome.  She had to go over to his place, to see what was up for the evening.  She was hoping that they'd be able to go out and relax a bit, they had not had the chance to do so since she started turning tricks.  He lived on the other side of town, down near the bridge and the river, but she couldn't take the car, as the bakery was only three blocks over.  She walked down to the end of the street, looked around to make sure her mother hadn't followed her, and crossed, heading towards the river.  It was a nice day, and the walk would be invigorating.
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45% ? by ammoniacal (2.00 / 0) #1 Mon Jan 10, 2011 at 05:35:05 PM EST
Are pimps really that skilled at math? Seems like an odd cut to choose.

Also, $3.15 seems arbitrary and like you made it up. You should keep it internally consistent to the 45% figure and pay her $3.19 an hour, or some other weird-ass number.

"To this day that was the most bullshit caesar salad I have every experienced..." - triggerfinger

If that math bothers you by tuscoops (4.00 / 1) #2 Mon Jan 10, 2011 at 06:38:07 PM EST
Consider the fact that the guy only makes $3/day, pays $2/week for tv and $20 to a whore who normally makes $3.15/hour. This is definitely not a man's world.

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Slow burner by hulver (2.00 / 0) #3 Tue Jan 11, 2011 at 09:38:57 AM EST
I've gone back and read the other chapters. It's good, please continue.
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