It beats begging.

Marcus could not believe he was doing this as he stood on the street corner waiting for his first John of the night regretting the decision not to wear any knickers as the cruel night air wafted up his short dress but it was just quicker this way.

He wasn't always a prostitute before the great shift he was homeless & living under a freeway.

He thought his new body would help him start a new life but when the original owner claimed her identity he had to come clean and with his long list of criminal convictions nobody was going to hire him.

The only person willing to employ him was a fat slob of a guy who ran the golden slipper strip club.

But the man's demands were a bit too high just for a job swinging around a pole.

But at least he was now self-employed as he stood up and jumped in the passenger seat after they agreed to services and prices as Marcus directed him to the nearby motel where he had an arrangement with the management.