She grunts as she grinds back and forth, another strange cock pumping into her, another man waiting to spill his seed in her. Are they safe? Are they going to give her another STD? Something minor or something serious this time? She doesn’t know. She never knows. She struggles to remember if this is the 4th or 5th man tonight and even that escapes her. Her arms ache as they press tight against the wall of the booth in front of her. The sound of fucking, both her own and porn stars on the cheap screen beside her fills the air. The smells of stale sweat and cum permeate her pores as she wonders which is more pathetic, her or this place?

And yet, she steals a sideways glance at him, frowning, desperate for his approval. He sits there watching her debase herself. Will tonight be the night he smiles and gives her that needed love and approval? She knows he won’t. Deep down she knows he never will. But she walls that part off in denial. Maybe tonight will be the night he finally loves her.