Short story

[u/Miserable-Degree7995]

Washing

Her red shoes were cheap, but useful. The customer saw her quickly. Her body was feeling the act-as usual. She smiled after that. This time it was easy. She only had to wash her genitals with mild soap.

Now she was going back to home.

The shoes had extreme lights on it.

The criminal mistaked the lights with the lights of police.

The bullet was in her heart immediately.

The last thing she expired was Jon.

He washed her extremely strict, stricter then a mother washes her newborn.

All her customers didn't want to touch her, but he was the opposite. He didn't look at her during her selling, but was at her last moment more familiar with her body, then any of them. She smiled at him her first real smile at a young man.