A Hooker With No Name

Today marks my 43rd birthday, watching a hooker with no name snort coke off my balls. She asked what I've never had before and this was one of them, also stating the fact I'd much prefer her on the receiving end.
 
First thing this hooker says after rubbing the remaining coke off her nose into her gums is "wanna fuck?" 
 
I truthfully respond by saying
"not tonight I prefer the company at this point, let's just drink and talk" 
 
"whatever, its your money old man" she says slightly disappointed
 
I tell her that I lost the mother of my child few years ago,I've never fully recovered from it, drinking has seemed to be the centre of my life, all I see is a dark shade of black inflicting my eyesight instead of seeing my daughter.
"Oh yeah?, Try having a pimp that won't even let you take a shit without wanting a cut of the profits" she exclaimed
 
she tells me that her pimp won't let her have a boyfriend because it's viewed as free sex he cant profit from.
"So what's a cute gal like you, with enough youth that could take you places, see the sights?
"Just college, I figured I was pretty enough to get old men to pay me, kinda like you" she smiled
 
"I see...well for a prostitute, who might I add, is part of the entertainment industry whether the big wigs like that or not, I'm not feeling entertained, being called old doesn't get my 43 year old dick hard"

​​​​​"you want me to do something about that?" She says as she pulls down those worn Levi jeans.

​​​"sure, fuck it"
After about 10 minutes of pleasure I learned that before being a prostitute she wanted to teach, after she got kicked out her parents house, she couldn't afford to pay for college, instead made money from her body, in the hopes to continue her dream.
Instead got involved with the wrong people and can't escape, she asks me to help her. 
 
I take a long pause before downing the rest of my glass. 
"Why not, what's your name miss?" 
 
"It's betty"
I respond quick saying "oh betty as in your work name?"

she responds strangely "no, I'm Betty Harrington" 

"I'm so sorry they called you that?"
"Don't worry about it, my dad ended his marriage by banging our neighbour"

​​​​​​"Hope she was worth it"
"It was a he"
"Oh..scandal"
 
Betty and I attempt to sneak out the hotel front door, however I soon see a guy dressed in black just down the hall pacing up and down so I close the door.
 
I've drunkenly decided that we will leave via the hotel window, I'm sure the bushes will catch us, maybe.
 
I climb out first however lose my grip, slipping off the balcony headfirst in the bushes, I get out with prickles and cuts all over my head and neck, drawing a little blood.
 
"Are you ok old dude?" She shouts from the balcony.

"It's ok, I drew first blood,Rambo!"

"What is Rambo!?

"Nevermind Betty, hurry up"
 
I attempt to catch betty, she drops off the balcony but the force takes me off my feet. 
Her long blond hair now covered in grass stains and leaves, her nightie now torn and covered in dirt.
The thud was loud enough to bring the attention to her pimp who was now staring out of the balcony window shouting, calling us names. We get up and begin to run, my car is just around the corner. Betty is fast, almost athlete as she sprints in her bare feet and purple nail polish. I throw her my keys,

​​​​​​ "it's the black one by the lamp post"

"That's not black, it's grey"

"What are you my car hygienist, get in the car"
 
She opens the car door while what seems like I'm miles behind. She shouts telling me to hurry the hell up, her pimp now running behind me, armed with a metal baseball bat, wearing a black suit, glasses and black cornrows, built like a machine and almost catches up to me. I jump through the passenger window of my car and just as we pull away, her pimp catches the front Bonnett and begins to slam the front of my ride. Breaking my right headlight, cracking the upper left corner of my windshield and a sly strike to my backside. Betty steps on the gas, the pimp who at this point is holding on to the car as it swerves left and right then left again before being thrown off into oncoming traffic.
"Take you that bastard!"