One.

The day started as a normal, gathering my things from the one bedroom excuse for an apartment that I called home. My morning routine consisted of a quick shower, choice of bikini along with a pair of six inch heels, chugging a red bull, and feeding the goldfish some guy won me at last years fall festival. Then i started my walk to work at Isabella's cafe passing the orphanage I use to call home. Waving at all the children and engaging in a quick conversation with the women from St. Magdalines that watched me grow up, but now probably had no idea that I was one of the show girls at Isabella's cafe. The crowd at Isabella's was the typical crowd, drunken men from the night before along with some early morning usual's enjoying their hot coffee they picked up from the Casa de Waffle across the street. As the day went on, less and less men were coming in. Around lunch time a few of the business men from around town came in to handle deals and such. That night a variety of men came in, high school boys with there fake id's and patchy puberty facial hair silently watching from the corner, old men with nothing better to do then stop by for some entertainment, the high rollers that typically stayed around the longest and paid extra to take home their entertainment. I had never said yes to one of these "extended shifts" but recently I was having second thoughts due to the fact that I have been hoping to enroll myself in school as a way to get out of this town i had never left. Maybe tonight would be the night, but if i was going to do this it would have to be someone special, someone i could trust that I would wake up in the morning and live to see another day. A group of guys walked in, around my age, well dressed, seem like possibly candidates for some extra cash.