“Come on, kitten." Joe leered from the car window. "500 bucks. One night."
Monica paused. Joe always paid well, and it would cover next month's rent.
Next to Joe, the girl was silent. Her face was bruised.
“Forget it.” Monica spat. “Keep your money.”
She walked off into the night.
This is my entry to the 50 Word Challenge, hosted by @jayna.
