"You want to be a hooker?" Tina asked, astonished.
Nadine just shrugged, causing her breasts to wobble a bit in her tight black bare-midriff tank top, that she still wore under the leopard-print fur bolero jacket she found herself in when she awoke in that crummy apartment earlier that night. But now that crummy apartment felt like home and she wanted to get back to it as soon as possible. It was a lot better than hanging around this place. She thought about what Tina said. Did she want to be a hooker? The old her would have said no, flat out, without any consideration. But that version of her was starting to feel very far away. She remembered dropping out of school and entering the life of prostitution, much to the dismay of her mother. As if she were one to talk! After all, her mom was a stripper! Exactly how was that any better? Because she didn't actually do any fucking? To Nadine, that was the best part. And she was good at it too. She thought about all the guys she fucked over the years and began to smile. Did she want to be hooker?
"I am a hooker!" Nadine proclaimed, proudly. "And so are you. So you better get your shit together before Deshan gets here. I don't want you acting like you're some fucking goody-two-shoes, wanting to get out of the life. You know Deshan won't like that."
"No!" Tina yelled, appalled at her friend's use of profanity. "And I don't even know anything about Deshan!" Tina insisted. But that wasn't entirely true. The more time that passed, the more she remembered their pimp Deshan "Dice" Jackson. But she wasn't going to give in like Nadine apparently had. She didn't want to be a hooker and was going to resist being one as long as possible. Though, Nadine probably made that same pledge earlier that night.
