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Beck wrung the hem of her ratty, gaudy skirt as she stood stone still on one of the many corners of the shittiest part of her town. The poor raccoon-fox had been somehow roped into the business of human trafficking, so she served a black fennec pimp whose temper was as bad as his ears were big, and he had no patience for girls who didn't bring in the minimum.

It was particularly difficult for Beck, who... wasn't the normal kind of street walker. Sometimes it played heavily in her favor where a John would pay exorbitantly over her stated rates just for her unique feature, but most of the time she would be either yelled at by the potential customer for being a freak or she'd service a male and not get paid in full for her work. The only reason her pimp allowed her to live was those massive paydays, which kept her average above what the usual daily requirement was.

It didn't keep her from being beat whenever she brought home less than what she was supposed to, though. Her flesh under her darkly colored fur was covered in ugly purple and black bruises from the drug-fueled rage that her effective owner found himself in when she came up her short.

Tonight, she seemed to be doing okay. She had one fully paying customer, but two others had laughed at her when she told them her rates and her... condition, as it was often called. She just needed a couple more tricks paid in full and she'd avoid those curiously strong small fists. Unfortunately for her, she was about to stumble upon one of those paydays.

A high-end car turned onto her street a couple blocks down. It was black with deeply tinted windows, so Beck couldn't see her potential suitor until he rolled down the window. It was a crow, slim with feathers polished to a shine under an extremely well tailored suit. He turned his head to look at Beck and told the hybrid get into the back. She complied promptly.

"Hello there, gorgeous," the bird said from the front in a slow, smooth drawl. "You are a very lucky lady tonight. I've got something for you to take care of."

Beck quirked a brow; of course he did, she was a whore. "W-well, Sir --" She started, wavered, and almost failed; she was able to regain her composure though. She'd done this a million times. "My rates are $25, $50, and $100 for a handy, a blowy, and anal. I -- I don't have a pussy, instead I've got a... a small dick and balls, Sir." She held her breath and waited for his reply.

The corvid laughed. "That's fine with me, darling. Though you'll be getting a lot more than $100 for me relieving myself in your cute behind." He glanced up to the rear view mirror to temporarily make eye contact with his girl. "You see, dear, I made some mistakes earlier on in life, and so I've got this horrible demon inside me. This demon makes it awfully hard for me to get any action, y'see."

Suddenly, Beck was uneasy. She'd heard of things like this before. She swallowed hard. This was it. She was about to be a statistic, just another corpse to rot in the ditch after being tortured by some eccentric millionaire.

"Oh, don't be like that, beautiful, it's nothing -- well, I'm not going to tie you up and beat and rape and murder you, no. That just isn't my style, sugar." He had looked back up into the mirror to see that the coonfox had looked nervous. "No, my dear, I have an... an infliction, or maybe you'd call it a condition. You see, dear, my bad habits landed me with AIDS -- Acquired Immunodeficiency Syndrome." He glanced into the mirror again and saw recognition in the coonfox's face. She was still uneasy.

"Sir, I -- I can't, you... N... No, I'm sorry, I can't do that." Beck felt sick to her stomach. She always made her Johns wear a condom, unless they were regulars that her pimp trusted to be clean. She especially made them wear a condom if they showed any signs of drug abuse or general bodily sickliness. But this man, he --

"$10,000. Cash. For you to accept my viral seed."

Beck was floored. She stared wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the avian. "Yes, I'm serious, dear," he said after a minute. "Check in the back of the passenger seat there." She did as instructed, and sure enough, there was a large envelope stuffed with $100 bills. "It's all yours -- well, it's all your pimp's -- if you just bend over for me."

This would have Beck set for at least a month. She'd be beat if she came in less with what his pimp considered a proper amount, but with this she'd get a whole month of life in her credit. Her thoughts were interrupted when he said, "You've got until we've gone around the block a few more times to decide. I'm very pent up, dear. Lots for you to take."

One pass around the block. The wealthy bird drove slowly, so Beck had enough time to count one of the bundles, then count how many bundles there were. There was actually ten thousand dollars here. Two. She gripped the bundle she had counted tightly and twisted about nervously like she had her skirt earlier. Three. Just as the bird approached the original corner that the hybrid had been picked up from, Beck finally piped up. "Yes, okay! I'll... I'll do it. Sir." The crow's beak peaked at the sides with his smile as he drove home with his relief.