Shane made her way down Santa Monica boulevard, her pants were low hugging and baggy, and she wore an old hoodie.  She had no remnants of makeup on her and her hair was fixed in a boyish manner.  She had been back at Alices for awhile, and thus far had not found a place of employment.  Her guilt overtook her, and she had decided to do a few johns today so that she could contribute to the household.  She hated not helping out and was sure if she kept freeloading, Alice would kick her ***** back out.  She mumbled to herself as she made her way to the familiar corner.  It really was a small price to pay in comparison to what she could potentially lose.  She quickly fell back into her ***** mannerism and plastered her Im a great ***** look on her face as she danced on the balls of her feet at the corner. 

Mere moments passed before she saw a black limo pull up and stop by her.  She grinned at her luck; maybe she wouldnt have to do as many jobs today as she thought.  Occasionally the richer society made their way down there, and everyone took advantage of the situations, usually doubling and tripling their price.  Shane made her way to the back window and watched as the tinted glass fell into the door. 

An older man studied the boy outside his car.  He was the perfect specimen, no hips, young, and by the looks of things, eager.  He smiled at his good fortune before he rolled his window back up and turned to nod at his driver.

Shane stepped back in shock; damn it was going to be a long day!  She turned to return the sidewalk when a hand grabbed her arm and turned her back toward the car.