Author's Note: Okay, this is my first fic ever! I have read oodles of fan fictions, and thought it was about time I started one for myself. So this will start out as a oneshot and possibly turn into more. Review, of course :) Oh, and this is from Emily's point of view. I might switch to Naomi, but it's all Fitch for right now.

What am I doing? A question that frequently pops up in my mind. I look down at my torn fishnet stockings and my stained skirt. My shirt is nearly non existent. Being a prostitute is not exactly my idea of fine living. I don't really know what goes on inside these other girls' minds, but all I can think about is how disgusted I am. Not entirely at myself, but that is a part of it. I am mostly disgusted that there are men and the occasional woman who pay ME for sex. Little old innocent Emily Fitch. If my mom knew what I did with my time, she would probably disown me. She practically did when I told her I was gay. Well, it's all in the past. Except for the prostitute part, that is very much the present.

Not many people would be able to find humor in my situation, but I honestly have to. I would probably kill myself if I didn't. So rather than looking down at myself and balling my eyes out, I laugh. I laugh like a fucking maniac.

There's no chance of me having a girlfriend. Who wants a disease-ridden whore? Well, I'm not actually disease ridden, but they don't know that. Nobody knows what I do. They can't ever know.

Contrary to what you might think, I am totally clean. I know, what are the chances of a disease AND drug free prostitute? I don't really know how I've managed to stay that way in this scene. I've only been in my line of work for about six months now, and I'm looking for any chance I have to get out of it.

Now that my little introduction is over, back to work. Ugh here comes a 'customer.' Oh god, this woman is gorgeous. I wouldn't think she would have a problem getting any.

Oops, I think she's talking to me. I hope she hasn't noticed my ogling.

'So, I'm not really sure how all this shit works,' she says. Her voice is simply melodious.

'Well, how do you want it to work, honey?' I say, putting on my best slut, I mean, sexy act.

'Hmm, I want to have sex with you.' Blunt. I like it.

'Right, then you do get it. Follow me then.' I brought her to my alley. I know, my own alley. When I was told about my alley I was about as enthused as you are right now. Right so this girl. I don't usually kiss my customers because, um grody? But there is something about this woman that makes me break that rule immediately. Her lips are so soft, and I never want to stop kissing her. Things get a little more heated and I 'do the deed.'

'So, um, how much do I owe you?' She asks in a seriously innocent voice for what we have just done.

'How about this one's on the house, but you have to promise to come back?'

'Yeah, okay then. Well, bye.'

'See you.'

Note: I'm not sure I love the idea. It kind of just came to me. At this point, I don't really feel comfortable writing sex scenes. I know what you're thinking, why the hell did you choose to write about a prostitute? But I'll get better. So Review please!