For the first time in quite a while, Cunt woke up refreshed and satisfied: usually, it’s one or the other, if either. She felt incredibly sexy in this moment, believing that she could absolutely go from rags to riches. Someone as hot as her could just find someone to take care of her and fuck her every night. She stood up and began walking, ready to see what the world had in store for her today.
She walked past an old man taking a morning walk. She made eye contact, which he didn’t return. Okay, he’s probably too old anyways. She had to aim for a younger market. Walking past a group of cute twenty-something women, Cunt made a big show of saying hi to them, but the women simply responded and went back to their conversation, a few of them obviously laughing at her. They were too young for her anyway; she had experienced so much more of life than they had. She would never admit it, but she was feeling dejected by this. She remembered a time when anyone who saw her wanted to fuck her. Well, it was yesterday, but still.