I was abused.
I'm a runaway.
I'm a broken shell.
I'm a stripper.
I sell my pussy for money.
I'm a whore.

When I was sixteen years old I ran away from my home in Cottensfield, Alabama on my way to Las Vegas. I meant my best friend Dallas and her older brother Benson in the next town over from mine. They too had a similar life. So they asked if they could come as well I wasn't reluctant.

We didn't know what to do for money when we got to Las Vegas so I had an idea about making myself a fake id and start stripping. Everyone said I looked older for my age so this was the chance to see if they were right.

One day after we settled Benson just vanished. He didn't tell me or Dallas were he was going all he said was he would call us when he settled some where.

But that was five years ago.

Now.

I'm still stripping and also begun selling a piece of myself to do what ever it takes to save up money to get out of this place. My best friend is now a porn star, fucking woman and men a like. I have watched her in action and been rethinking my sexual status.

That's until he shows up again.

Age has done Benson well. And he's now a millionaire throwing money to however looks his way. He saves me from this broken life I've once lived in.

But is it enough? My heart is in two. I'm in love with Benson and my porn star best friend Dallas who happens to be his younger sister as well.