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"You've been working in the red light district for roughly 2 years and accumulated this much work experience."

Hehe, my hard work was finally showing and my senior actually knew how to give praises.

It seemed my smug look was obvious but Red suddenly reprimanded me "Idiot. That wasn't a compliment."

This was probably what she was trying to get which caused me to pay a lot more attention and place the beer can on the table.

Like a teacher, Red began to give me a lecture: "Just one of those jobs would allow the common prostitute keep that job with a stable pay job for at least 2 years."

"If we include the Soapland that you quit on your own, you've already cycled through 4 jobs. 4! I wouldn't be surprised if the industry started to hear of your 'legendary merits'."

Oh… that was a good point.

Most of those jobs closed down because of some idiot and I was just accidentally part of it.

But that thought seemed like it was expected and Red read me like a book "Don't even try. It's going to be very unlikely of you to actually get a job from those giant businesses"

Red was playing on her phone but I'm currently in a panic as it seems that I won't be able to get a job anytime soon.

If at worst, I would have no choice but to use my little sister's university funds, but I've been saving for so long. Out of worry I spoke: "S-so, what should I do?"

She didn't respond but instead threw her phone at me once more, catching I heard her voice: "You've already worked for 2 years, surely you now have a group of customers willing to advertise for you. Also, quickly enter your phone number to HIM."

I wrote my phone number of my burner phone and didn't question why senior told me to do this because she was able to soon answer it.

Finishing her can of beer, she spoke "He texted that he's willing to send you some nearby jobs if they are willing to send a request for you. I'm not sure what you did, but apparently some Porn Directors want to hire you."

I placed my hand to brush my chin as I went into deep thought.

As long as they paid me enough money for the shot and made sure to use a commission contract then I should be fine.

Depending on the company of the porn directors, they might even allow me to save my sperm for customers if they intend to use fake cum that seemed to be the norm in the industry.

But the plots… why are they so embarrassing?

I've indeed heard that my customers have been advertising me on this thing called a 'forum'. I'm not sure what it exactly is but my customers always whisper to me 'it's a secret' when I ask if I could look at it.

Speaking of the forum, it apparently introduced a new customer who I would be meeting tomorrow however I have no idea what this person would look like.

That made me think I should start asking that customer if they have any specific request but Red mentioned something I had to think about: "What're you going to do with your options?"

It was an interesting question but there was no beer which was why I wandered into the kitchen and looked into the fridge.

Beer, beer, beer, more beer and beer.

There was no food which made me want to scold Red's diet which could cause some problems if she only ate fast food but I restrained myself since she wasn't a customer.

But…. why are there so many tasers.

One in the fridge, one in the cupboards, one behind the books…

Looking back her drunk face, she seemed so strong and unaffected by her past to be able to strive in this environment but it still seems that she has some worries.

Even if it's a front… I can still eventually let go of the past.

She kept those weapons as a way to make sure no customers could harm her as these would be able to bridge the gap between physical abilities of any that try to harm her.

I threw the can of beer to her and quickly changed mine before speaking freely: "I'll tell all my customers that I've freed up, if i'm free then i'll go take a few part time jobs."

There were many things wrong with that statement but Red came silent as she realized the naive boy from the past has finally managed to etch his existence into the vast industry.

We drank more beer together in order to soothe the pain we both hid inside our heart that eventually reflected our rash desires.

It seems I had overstayed my visit as we both began to 'play' with each other which would affect my overall mentality if I stayed any longer.

Once Red climaxed using my hand and she used her hand to pleasure me, I thought that it was a good time to leave.

"Hey, where do you think you're going"

Red still didn't have enough and called out for me

"I'm not getting paid, either way I-"

It seems she didn't care as she suddenly slammed a couple of bank notes onto the table: "I cleared my schedule for this, accompany me till the end"

I guess she was desperate for a change of pace compared to the older men that use her services but it was a good thing she was fairly clean.

Maybe that was one of her marketing strategies, free of STDs and you can attract more customers.

The money was an effective way for me to stay and with the bank notes in total, I would have to be here all night.

Sending a text to my little sister that I wasn't going home for tonight and would be there in the morning, I remembered something.

"Where's the recycling bin?"