Lilian’s POV
True to his word, Tyson did not want to pimp me out, but he did want to use my body to get what he wanted, or to be more precise, what his clients wanted.
‘OK Lilibug’ Tyson whispers in my ear from the corner that we are sat in, shrouded by darkness, as we stare at the back of a man in a business suit that is sitting at the bar drinking a scotch on the rocks. ‘You know what to do, get him interested and have him follow you.’
I nod imperceptibly, pulling out a compact from my designer handbag and checking my flawless make up that added at least four years to my seventeen year old face.
Nine months, that’s how long I’d been at this, and I was proud of my job, I was cleaning up the streets one scumbag at a time. My father’s medical bills were being paid and I had a little nes
