Chapter 1 - Chapter One


Contains; 
written accents
Scenes of prostitution
Heavy smut

Character Stats:
Name: Samuel 
Age: 30
Occupation: Website builder & Admin
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Name: Sadie Aka Slutty Sadie
Age:18
Occupation: Proposition/Escort
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Location: London
Year: 2015


-Sunday  01:39Am

For Samuel, it would begin to feel like he had made a very bad choice. He looks around his new flat and blinks in horror. It was a complete state! The smoke stained wallpaper was merely hanging on, the dirty carpet was frayed at every possible edge in the room, And the only piece of furniture in the entire flat was and old tatty sofa. 

He would sigh before dropping his bags carefully and opening a window in an attempt to air the room out. He would certainly be saving up for a newer place...Maybe next time in the nicer end of London!

He would settle onto the sofa, it was getting late and he would feel sleepy, quite possibly due to jet lag from flying for 6 hours. He sinks into the surprisingly soft sofa, and it wasn’t long before he would drift into a heavy sleep.

A good 5 hours would pass before he would wake due to a noise he recognised.

”Fuck...” He groans, rubbing his head and digging in the pocket of his jeans to pull out his phone that was ringing wildly. It was his new offices number, and he didn’t hesitate to answer.

”Hello?” He would greet the caller with a tired groggy voice. He sits up and listens intently. His eyes widen as he scrambles up and hurries toward his bags, Opening them whilst holding his phone firmly between his shoulder and ear in some sort of clamp that would suffice as he got dressed into his work clothes. 

”I apologise Sir, I’m on my way as we speak.” He would groan before hanging up an swearing under his breath. Late for his first day at work? Yeah that was the perfect start to things! He would quickly change from yesterdays clothes and dress into his dapper black suite. A white shirt under was slightly creased, but he had no time for ironing this morning. He puts his phone into his breast pocket in his suit and makes his way out the door.

He would only just make it for the bus, pulling it over as it was shutting it’s doors. It was a famous red London double decker that he had only seen previously in movies. Not only did he look like someone from a movie, but he had felt like one too. 


-Monday 11:50Pm

He had been at work for 17 hours now, working hard to try and make it up to his boss for being late. And attempting to make a good first impression, But it was almost time the offices were shutting down, and above all, he was tired and hungry. He would leave, stretching his back and looking up and down the streets. 

He would walk in the direction the bus had came from in hope maybe there was an open takeaway. It was a short while before he would find almost a whole street of them, Chinese, Indian... Even Kebab takeaways! At this point, his stomach would begin churning painfully. He would get a small bag of chips from the Kebab shop, and begin munching on them whilst walking back toward his new flat.

Or was he?

He would look around, all the flats looking remarkably alike, he wasn’t able to pick out any good landmarks to leed him back home. There were plenty of drunkard roaming the streets, bu the one female that was standing at the pavement looked sober. So, he would approach her.

”Hello Miss. I was hoping you could point me toward Thornbury road?” He would ask politely, catching the attention of not only the woman, but the drunkards too. The female would look up with confused eyes and sake her head slightly.

”I dunno” She comments back shrugging. She would look so mature, but spoke like a scum. 

“It’s close to Brixton Prison...Surly you know of it!” He would step forward, causing the slightly old lady to frown at him.  

”Ya’ sayin’ i’ve gone ‘t prison Darlin?” She crosses her arms over her chest that was covered by thin red fabric. She was definitely from around here.

He shakes his head in disbelief before holding up his hands in surrender..
”Look...can you help me? Please?” He would ask again politely. The female would avert her gaze, dragging her eyes down his pucker suite and back to his strong chistled jaw.

She nods only once before walking away from him, causing him to stumble and follow, catching her up with ease. Following her closely, It was only then, looking at her almost naked body, that he would realise that she was a prostitute. He swallows hard with nerves.

It was only a few minutes before they arrived at the prison, The woman would look at him.
”There yar lovey...” She would say quietly.

He felt deeply sorry for this woman, having to walk the streets alone when it’s dangerous even from a strong man like he was. He would inhale deeply. 

”Thank you, it means a lot to me. “ He smiles, digging in his pockets to fish out a crumpled £5 note and handing it to her. That was his bus fair for the next two days, but he wanted to help out this woman in return. 

”Ahh thanks darlin’” She smiles, slipping the note in her bra and walking back, Leaving Samuel to smile and head back home. He was extremely tired, and as soon as he would enter his flat he fell to the sofa and sank back into the sofa, quickly surrendering to a much needed sleep. 