Every night, I would put on heavy makeup and the sexiest dress to wander around the most happening place in town. I would then flash fake smiles at those rich men. If they were pleased, they would give me tons of tips. If they were not, it would be normal for me to appease them by downing a few drinks. Every night, I would drink until I drop. My life went by in a haze of an alcoholic stupor. I thought that would be it. Perhaps, the best years of my life would be spent there. One could easily deduce what I did for a living. No one would choose this living if they were given an option. Every girl had their reasons for entering this line. I was not the first, and I would certainly not be the last. My name was Erica Whitlock...