My emporium in another world

It was a starless night in the city. If you go all the way downtown, you could find yourself with a whole new level of a starless night.

Strippers and prostitutes would go around the streets of downtown to sell themselves for money and a meal, drug addcits would around selling their "goods" in the back corner of the night, gangs and mafias would fight with nails and guns to have territory for their trade and businesses.

One of those lowlifes was unfortunately me. A prostitue of the corner who was also homeless and would offer a really low price & "good night," in exchange for what is agreed on and a place to shower.

The only thing that I had left was the milf type of body that men still drooled for. Therefore, it's easy to get clients as soon as the sun sets and the post lamps turn on.

Once upon a time, I had a life. Once upon a time, I had a family. But that once upon a time was so long that I can barely remember their faces.

Once upon a time I was a young woman just finishing her degree in business and marketing, barely 3 days in her new job when she met her boss's boss. He was an older guy in his 60s, well builded, charming and good looking face.

I found him rather intimidating but attractive at the same time. He set his eyes on me, the new young lady barely making it to her mid-20s, and quickly won over her like she was a little a girl.

I found myself wanting more of him, not just in company, but wanted something more. . . Complex.

I found myself in his arms barely 6 hours after giving me seductive looks and sweet words in my ears. Got me to love him to the point to immediately show him my panties under my short but professional skirt and as soon as the reunion we were in was finished, he drove to a luxurious hotel where he made sure I drank strong and wonderful alcohol up to the point where I would do everything for him.

My drunk ass mind was so aroused that refused anything that had to do with a condom, my drunk ass wanted the penis naked inside and fill my womb up as if he wanted to breed me.

And breed me he did.

He made sure that I became obsessed with his touch, his penis, his body, everything. He wanted to become my everything, both psychically and psychologically.

And me, a little naive pretty young woman fell into such trap.

At first, I would go to him whenever we both had time, even though I liked him and nights he would give me, I wanted to have a career portfolio just in case things got more "serious."

But soon, I started to concentrate on what he wanted me to do.

That he wanted me to have a surgery that not only would make my breasts more full, but also make my waist thinner. Replace bits and bits of my wardrobe for clothes that were more of "his taste," and would expect me at a certain hotel at a specific time for out "meeting."

I, like a moth to a lamp, would always agree with him. My naivety was off the charts that I let him control me. But he also recompensate me with money, gifts and expensive jewelry.

Because of his "generosity," I would let him treat me like his personal sex doll. He would also treat me to luxurious restaurants and business trips.

After some time "dating him," I found out that he was married. I demanded an explanation, but he just said that I didn't need to worry about it. That he would divorce her and I would be his new wife.

That helped me feel a bit better. After that, I just let him have my body again, for he got mad at me for being mad at him.

Time passed, and as one would expect, the naive young woman turned into a stupid middle age woman with a baby on the way.

The man she got pregnant with payed bad people to hurt me and make sure my baby wasn't born. He abandoned me to my luck, and due to not having been working for a while and actually being dependent on him for more than six years, nobody considered me good enough since that man also gave gossip to other companies. He did so, just so we wouldn't meet again.

I became desperate, so I became a prostitute. A prostitute, that would soon die due to an unsatisfied costumer.

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*SLASSSH!!* The knife pierced through me and the unsatisfied costumer left me to rot in the dark corner all alone.

I didn't mind though, I felt like I deserved it. The only true family I would have had was my baby but it died before it could even breath out of my womb.

As I closed my eyes, I started dreaming in a world where I can start again. A world where I can put my shitty life together and have my baby peacefully. A world. . . Where no one knew me nor care enough to know me, that way, I would never end up in the streets like before.

Looking at the moon, my old companion in the starless night, I smiled. Closing my eyes, feeling my breath stop as the drowsinesss quicking in along with the cold of the night.

That new world, despite its flaws like the one I'm dying in, was the world I could dream in peace.