Prostitute Flange

She used to take money for sex. It started with a dollar for a lap dance at her friend Aisha's party and the way she moved she could've charged much more. She was good at it and she knew it. She slowly made a career out of it. Out of what? She made a career out of getting under the insatiable male hormones, taunting and teasing them until they inevitably concede when their minds realize they are out of cash. She did this through high school and half of college until she reached an epiphany. In her junior year in college at a frat party, she wanted to make this man go crazy for her. She didn't want to just fuck him for a diamond ring or a nice expensive dinner like she did all her other(what we'll call) "clients". She wanted to take an all new approach with him. She felt something that she had never felt before. She called this feeling love. She approached her love as she did all the others; flaunting her assets.
It took about a week of dating before the man told her he loved her, not love as is in just the word like many of her "clients" have used in the past, but love as in the action. He truly loved her and showed it to her through various good deeds that he'd do solely for her. She didn't know how to give love back nor did she know how to receive it. She loved the love she was getting though, so she just accepted it. Then the man made her mad, just once over something very trivial, and she dropped him. Dropped him like he was nothing but dried up love. She now roams the hoods of DC searching for new men to show that they love her and dropping them when she's bored with them. And when men ask if they could get a quickie like in the old days she would wave her hand, walk off and simply say, "Oh I don't do that no more". She would make sure to say it with a sort of smug, unearned self-satisfied tone in her voice. She doesn't take money for sex any more. After all she says she has changed. Though, the only thing that's changed is the way she's paid.