Dance in the Night or Confessions of a Prostitute

PART 1

I want to start my story by saying that I am a prostitute. Some become a lady of the night out of desperation, some due to lack of money, there are many reasons.

I want to tell my story. I lost my mother early; she died from alcohol poisoning, which she drank every single day with other down-and-out people like herself. I, an eighteen-year-old girl, was left with my stepfather – an alcoholic. I didn't receive the survivor's pension because I was already of legal age. The small amount of money that Uncle Tolya had, he spent with his drinking buddies. From constant hunger, I looked younger than my years and was indecently thin.

On the very first night after my mother's funeral, a drunk-to-the-gills Uncle Tolya barged into my room. Holding my breath, I was afraid to even move. The mesh on my bed sagged as he sat down next to me.

I felt his hand groping my body, my small breasts, my legs, and finally he shoved his hand into my panties. Fear paralyzed my body; I wanted so badly to scream and run somewhere, but I was just a little, frightened girl and had nowhere to go. I felt his finger enter me; after wiggling it inside a bit, my stepfather pulled it out, wiped it on the sheet, and left.

Now he came to me every night, fondled my body, put his fingers inside me. Over time, I even got used to it and stopped trembling with fear. No one explained to me that this shouldn't be happening.

I will never forget that night. Uncle Tolya barged into my room, and with him was some fat man who didn't look like an alcoholic at all.

– Olga, you bitch, get up quickly!!!!

I jumped out of bed with a frightened look; I didn't understand what was happening.

– Time to earn your keep, hanging around my neck, feeding her…

The man took money out of his pocket and counted out a decent sum for Uncle Tolya.

– Are you sure she's a virgin? Probably been hopping from bed to bed…

– I guarantee it, if she's not, I'll return the money…

Finally, I understood what was what; my legs gave way, and I fell to my knees in front of Uncle Tolya.

– Please, don't give me to him, I'll go to work, I'll bring you money. – Tears streamed from my eyes, but my stepfather just pushed me away with his foot.

– Get lost! Quickly, into bed!!! And just try to pull anything, I'll skin you alive!

Recounting the money, he left the room and locked the door. I was left alone with the fat man…

PART 2

I sat on the bed, afraid to move. There was no help to be expected from anywhere, and I decided, let whatever happens, happen. The man started undressing; my gaze was met with a fat body with a huge hanging belly and an erect penis pointing upwards.

– Come here, little one, give uncle some pleasure!

I approached him, not understanding what he wanted from me.

– Take the dick in your mouth and imagine it's a sweet candy, lick it and suck it.

I brought my face close to his penis, standing like a post; it gave off an unpleasant smell. Gritting my teeth, I took it in my mouth.

– Good girl, now suck it.

I obeyed. The man started breathing heavily, but apparently my clumsy movements didn't satisfy him. He grabbed my head with his hands and started shoving his cock into my mouth himself, with each movement going deeper and deeper into my throat. I felt a lack of oxygen and rising nausea. After another thrust, I vomited on the floor. And then I got a slap on the back of the head.

– Clean that up and quickly get into bed.

Somehow wiping away the traces of vomit, I approached the bed where this fat lout was sprawled. He ordered me to undress; I obeyed.

– Now we'll check if you're a virgin or not, lie down.

I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes. Somewhere nearby was the hoarse breathing of this boar; I felt his hands groping my crotch.

What can an eighteen-year-old girl feel in such a situation? Fear, shame, and a desire to die. I was shaking with a fine tremor.

This bastard got tired of touching me with his hands and proceeded to decisive action. He moistened his fingers with saliva and smeared my pussy. And then… then the nightmare began. He inserted his huge cock into me and thrust. Terrible pain pierced my body; I screamed, tears spurted from my eyes. He covered my mouth with his hand, and I felt another thrust, which caused me even more suffering. I tried to break free, to scream, but it was useless. I saw his red, sweaty face above me, his belly hitting me, and he still didn't stop, thrusting and thrusting his horrible penis. And just when I thought I would lose consciousness from the unbearable agony, he pulled his hose out of me, and semen mixed with blood sprayed onto my face. This fat pig fell down next to me; I heard his heavy, ragged breathing. "I hope you die, you bastard," I thought.

Ten minutes later, he got dressed, threw a small bill at me, and laughed.

– Well, the man didn't lie, you really are a virgin…

He left, slamming the door. Only then did I let the tears flow; I cried, cursing my miserable life. Drunk Uncle Tolya came into the room.

– What's this, you bitch, blubbering??? Get used to earning your keep… sleep today, tomorrow you have a workday…

He left. I closed my eyes, praying to God for one thing: to take me to Him. I didn't want to live…

PART 3

Several years flew by like that. I don't remember how many clients I had, a hundred, two hundred, three hundred… I lost count. Men were still brought to me by Uncle Tolya; I don't remember their faces, they flashed by in a blurry procession. I'd already had two miscarriages. As soon as my stepfather – the pimp – found out I was pregnant, he'd start making me drink vodka with celandine, and then force me into a hot bath. I felt sorry for those unborn children, but I didn't wish them the same fate as mine.

Soon, my life changed drastically. Uncle Tolya died; he got into a drunken fight with a drinking buddy, who stabbed him. I didn't know what to do next; I didn't even have money for bread, I had no acquaintances or relatives. No education whatsoever. The small allowance from my stepfather's sister was no longer due to me as I was already of legal age.

And I started doing what I knew how to do: prostitution. One of Uncle Tolya's drinking buddies introduced me to Natasha, who did the same thing I did. The girl took me to her "mama," and I was taken on staff. I won't tell everything I went through; in short, over time I worked my way up to being one of those prostitutes who serve clients in a very expensive hotel. That's where I met him…

He chose me from all of them and booked me for a whole night. His name was Alexey. It might sound stupid, but I fell in love for the first time in my life. Everything about him attracted me: his athletic build, intelligent face, expensive suit, the scent of his perfume that made my head spin. And most importantly, his eyes – they were so kind.

I will never forget the first night spent with him. We went up to his room; he offered me a drink. He talked about his life and looked at me like a person, not like a thing to be used and thrown away. Whether from the wine or because he was kind to me, I burst into tears and told him my whole life story. About my perpetually drunk, worthless mother who beat me, about how I was left alone with my alcoholic stepfather after her death, about his nightly visits, and about my first time. He stroked my head and held me to his chest.

And then we made love, not sex, but love. He carried me to the bed in his arms and kissed me on the lips. As ridiculous as it sounds, I had never kissed before. Just absurd – a prostitute and a first kiss!!! His lips were tender, enticing, but at the same time strong and commanding. From the kiss, I felt a stirring in my lower belly, something aching and pleasant. Alexey covered my whole body with kisses. I was so grateful to him; I also wanted to give him pleasure and reached with my lips towards his cock.

– Don't, Olya, – he said softly and smiled.

We kissed for a long time, and then he entered me; it was wonderful. Every movement of his made me moan. I felt his penis moving along the walls of my vagina; the pace quickened, and suddenly I felt like I was floating, floating somewhere in the clouds; I was free and happy.

From that day on, Alexey only booked me. He would sit on the sofa in the hotel room's living area, pour himself some whiskey, and ask me to dance. I could dance, and not badly; in dance, I forgot about everything. Lyosha would smoke and admire me. In those moments, I was insanely happy; it seemed to me that life would definitely turn its white stripe towards me.

PART 4

That evening, Alexey booked me as usual. We went up to the room. For some reason, I felt something bad approaching, and it worried me. The man sat in an armchair, filled the glasses; today he was very thoughtful.

– Olya, dance for me, I love your "Dance in the Night" so much.

I turned on the music and danced; today it came out better than ever. He came up to me and embraced me; my whole body trembled, passion washed over me. I pressed my lips to his, my tongue exploring every cell of his mouth. Alexey turned me around, back to him, spreading my legs slightly. His hot cock entered my vagina, and I cried out. He thrust and thrust it into me.

– Deeper…. More….

I could no longer restrain myself; I was screaming. From my moans and cries, Lyosha got even more excited and lost control. He just pounded my vagina like a machine. We came simultaneously; tears streamed from my eyes; I loved him so much. Falling onto the bed, we embraced.

– Olya, I have to tell you something… – Alexey paused, seeing my anxious eyes.

– I'm leaving, Olya. My business trip is over. I fell in love with you during this time, but I can't take you with me; I have a family there, forgive me.

His eyes were sad, and I couldn't utter a word. Something inside me snapped. Everything fate had given me, it was taking away. A tear ran down my cheek; Lyosha wiped it away tenderly.

– Don't cry, everything will still work out, you'll see….

We talked for a long time, but nothing could be changed. In the morning, waking up, I found a note:

— Dear Olya! You deserve a better life; it's never too late to change everything, believe me. You must be strong and start everything anew. You can do it, I know. I will remember you. I love you.

Your Alexey.

P.S. In the envelope is money for the first while."

I burst into tears; I will be strong, Lyoshenka, I promise!!!!

That same day, I quit my job, to never return there again.

PART 5

Six months passed. I searched for a job for a long time and finally found a position as a salesperson in a kiosk. Of course, they paid little, but I rejoiced in my small victory.

The thunderclap came when I least expected such a blow. During a mandatory medical check-up, I was told I had HIV.

And then the nightmare began: hospitals, treatment. I didn't have money for expensive medications, and the free procedures didn't help me.

I was slowly fading away. When my illness reached its peak, I felt I would die soon.

And outside the window, the sun was shining, birds were chirping, all of nature was awakening from sleep. I lay on the hospital bed and remembered my life. I wanted so much to live, to live and change everything for the better. I closed my eyes and sank into a fog. This had been happening to me quite often lately. I would sink somewhere and then return. A cleaning lady entered the ward. She looked at me sympathetically.

– What is it, dear, no one brings you anything. You need vitamins now.

– No, I have no one, grandma, I'm alone.

Sighing, she left, but in the evening she stopped by, bringing fruit. I cried; I was so touched that someone cared about me. I so wanted to tell her everything; she would surely understand. Baba Masha listened to my life story, wiping her eyes from time to time.

– You've suffered so much, girl, but the Lord will surely help you; you must get better.

– Baba Masha, I have a request. Here, I have some money; if something happens to me, at least put up a cross.

– What are you saying!!! You will live, you will live!!! – the agitated old woman left.

I closed my eyes; I suddenly felt so good, nothing hurt! All the years of my life flashed through my mind. I regretted nothing; what happened, happened. Alexey's dear face flashed somewhere nearby one last time, and then darkness captured my consciousness. Goodbye, life!

A stooped old woman entered the ward; looking over the thin body of the bald girl, she cried and crossed herself.

– She's done suffering, poor thing. Her torment is over…

EPILOGUE

The sun is shining brightly, birdsong is heard from everywhere. From a photograph on a cross, a young, beautiful girl smiles. A man and an old woman sit on a bench nearby. He helps her up, and they walk towards the exit. The man looks back one last time:

– Rest in peace, Olenka, may the earth be soft upon you… I love you…