Her Story, Her Life

A flip through an age long ignored photo album, like a zombie she flipped through it. Half her attention on the album and the other half looking for something, as if something was lost.
Bringing her back to reality, her finger gets cut with the small tear of the corner of the album. Blood drips and falls on a face in the picture. As she sucks on her finger she cleans off the blood with the back of her hand.
A face shows!
She looks in to the eye of the person in the picture. So much of innocence, she thinks! Young and beautiful, not a trace of dirt reflected in her character. Still a virgin, a non-smoker, a non-drinker and above all a girl growing up.
That was her about more than a decade ago! Today, she had changed, a woman so different from the girl she once used to be.
She looks at her painted nails and her red high heels complimented by a pair black netted stockings. Her hair tied up high to show off her tattoo on her back, a naked woman standing on a lotus with one hand placed firmly on her breast and the other around her hips.
The clock strikes seven in the evening, she looks at it. She still has enough time to shower, cake herself up and get dressed before she starts work.
Her work started everyday at nine at night and depending on her clients she normally got off by morning and sometimes by noon if her clients were on a holiday.
A high class prostitute, who catered to business men who came from all over the world, that was her profession. However, she believed she was a woman who entertained people after a hard day work simply by selling herself for sex.
She led a life she never wanted to!
An architect was what she wanted to become, she never even got close to that.
Her life was a lot about glamour, about how she looked, what she wore inside the little clothes she wore and how much time she had to run from one client to another.
Always well organized, she kept a little black diary where she noted down all her appointments along with small backgrounds about her clients and what she should wear that would entice her clients with the rates for what she offered the clients.
From young spoilt rich kids to old rich men, she was a beauty worth paying a big amount.
She takes a closer look at her picture. Shakes her head! Tears pour out from her darkened eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time she cried.
“What have I become?” she questions herself!
Faking orgasms, listening to her clients talk about their family while she remained naked in bed with them, changing her name each time she met a new client, sex in different positions and places, adding more and more slutty clothes to her wardrobe with the most exciting lingerie and living her life cocooned in sex.
This was what she had become!
She often dreamt of a life, a complete life!
A life where she can just wear a pair of jeans and T-shirt, without any make-up on. A life where she can just have sex with the person she loved. A life where she could look back at her day and smile for accomplishing something.
She takes another look at her picture and puts it away!
“What was then a necessity has now become a pleasure to me,” she whispers to herself.
This was her life and she had to live with it. She once took up prostitution to keep herself going, today it had become a part of her life and she couldn’t give it up.
She undressed and stepped into the shower, atleast to feel clean just before she went ahead to get dirty again.
Writer’s Note*** The person referred to here is totally a fictional character!