Marge is a friend, as close as a straight can be to me, a full-out lesbian.

We both work hard in a garment factory and are bone-tired at the end of each day. We get paid garbage money. We were close enough so she told me I was hot and would draw business. So it was about her part time job in a "protected brothel" (the local cops are paid off). She talked me into trying the life since men, their cocks and asinine personalities mean nothing to me.

The johns that come in are supposed to shower before fucking us but they do a rotten job at that. They still stink. Some of them beg to go in bareback and it's not only not allowed, but I would not allow it myself.

I tried the place for two months and quit. I told Marge that I cannot imagine how any woman can put herself through that. I still have nasty dreams about it.