𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬

Chapter 17

t/w: prostitution.

KIMORA FAITH
[ONE MONTH LATER]
5:37 | MONDAY MORNING

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LOCATION: BALTIMORE, MARYLAND

"FUCK." THE MAN MOANS, INSTANTLY nutting as it got on Kimora's face. Her eyes were close as the warm substance landed on her in different areas. She tried not to show signs of disgust as he finished.

"You were amazing like always." The man infront of her was a regular client. Not wanting to share her body with multiple men. She kept her clientele down to as little as ten men. It still was a lot in her eyes, but she wasn't comfortable portraying her body to different men almost everyday, so she keeps the same men in and out.

"I know. Cash right?" She questioned, getting straight to the point as she walked to the bathroom to wash her face, the feeling of disgust never leaving her body as she desperately needed a shower. She'd been getting fucked since late last night and her body was over it all. She just wanted a nice shower and a nap.

"Yeah, money's on the table." She hears him zip up his jeans, getting ready to leave, which she was glad about, that meant she'll be able to shower change without worrying about him coming in asking for another round of sex. She really just wanted to go back home to her friends.

"Okay." Hearing the motel room door slam shut. She lets out a breath of relief, looking at herself in the mirror as she focused on her features, wondering where the hell did she go wrong with her life.

Although it had only been a little over two months since she started; Kimora never thought that she would be the girl who would stand on the corner of the street, damn near begging men for a good time just to make a couple of dollars in her pocket. This isn't the best option she chose, she could've been a stripper, but this job was the only one that was quick money and has been lowkey so far.

She couldn't help but think about how her friends would think, hell, how Jayden would think. Despite them not being together anymore, wanting to put the tragic past behind them, they couldn't help but sneak around afterwards, fucking when no one was home, sneaking small pecks every now and then. Slowly, she grew away from it once she started working, feeling like a slut whenever he tried to show her love.

Main reason she even considered doing this, was because she was tired of seeing Marion struggle with maintaining money for the five of them, now knowing Samaria is apart of the group, she felt like she needed to hustle more to help out, knowing Marion didn't want to be in the spotlight of selling drugs no time soon— having his own personal and fair reasons behind it.

He never knew about what she did, nor did he know about the money she was adding to his savings. She knew he would never take her money out of her hand, so whenever he would be outside or not around the house, she would add around three to five hundred dollars whenever she can— knowing he checks his amount almost every night before he goes to sleep, so he doesn't have to stay out in the streets those long nights to maintain.

Nevertheless, she tries not to think about how she was disrespecting herself. How she broke her vow to never degrade herself like this.

Not wanting to sit here in sorrow for a long time, knowing she had to leave soon before the crew knew she was gone for an extended period of time. She quickly gets ready, hopping in the shower, scrubbing her body as hard as she could, tears leaving her eyes as she cried.