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Santana did hate her job. It was weird, and the men were creepy sometimes. But who really could blame them? Half the girls who worked there were just in it for the money, or just because they were lonely. Santana didn’t like it at all. These were the times she wished she was…
Santana listened to Puck and tapped her foot lightly on the ground as he talked. She was getting moody. She always got like this after a show. Santana was truly exhausted and honestly just wanted to go home and sleep. Sleep was really important to her. Santana smiled up at Puck and nodded. How could he do this for her? It was so generous and amazing. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you..” She said quietly, biting down on her lip. The biggest challenge was him, though. Hopefully Puck wasn’t a dirt ball like he use to be in high school. She could not live with him if he didn’t take care of his place. But if she moved in, Santana would give a hand and help around, too. It was really what she had to do. “Thank you..so much.” She said with a bright grin. Puck’s jacket was still on her, and she slipped her arms through the sleeves because she was a bit cold. After that, she went over to him and wrapped her arms around him tightly. “Thank you.” She mumbled into his chest. Now, it was time to get a movin’.
Truth was, Santana didn’t like it. At all. Guys had offered to pay her thousands of dollars just to have sex with her. Santana always knew she was pretty, but she wasn’t top notch. It disgusted her in so many ways that a man would pay that much money just to get himself off…
Santana did hate her job. It was weird, and the men were creepy sometimes. But who really could blame them? Half the girls who worked there were just in it for the money, or just because they were lonely. Santana didn’t like it at all. These were the times she wished she was a teenager again. She would still have to parents and grandmother to care for her. Back then, she didn’t have to worry about a thing. Her life consisted of sex, fun, drinking..and studying. Santana had fun during high school, but she wasn’t a slacker either. She was the popular girl. Now, she was the lonely girl in New York City. Santana furrowed her brows at Puck in confusion. “What do you mean if I didn’t have to pay rent? I can’t live on the streets or something, Puck.” Santana ran her fingers through her hair. It took her a couple seconds to realize what Puck was saying. “Are you suggesting I move in with you or something?” She raised one of her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest.
Santana rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. Since when did Puck give two shits about her? Wow. She was shocked. Santana just shook her head. “I’m in college. I live in an apartment by my college.” Santana sighed as she looked up at him. She had to admit that…
Truth was, Santana didn’t like it. At all. Guys had offered to pay her thousands of dollars just to have sex with her. Santana always knew she was pretty, but she wasn’t top notch. It disgusted her in so many ways that a man would pay that much money just to get himself off with a girl for an hour. Santana always turned men down. She didn’t want to have sex with them. In fact, she hasn’t had sex for a while and that was a big shocker to her. This place honestly gave her the creeps. The men were older than she was by ten, twenty years. Were people really that lonely? She understood if it was a night out with friends, just fucking around, but the really old people just made her want to run away and hide. Santana sat down and she played with Puck’s jacket that was on her body. It was comfy. She bit down on her lip and shook her head, glancing up at him. “I hate it, but desperate times calls for desperate measures..” Santana mumbled, frowning to herself. “I’m thankful that I’m not living on the streets, or whoring myself around from guy to guy. At least I’m not that stupid..” She sighed and looked up at him.
