It happened in , on one of those party line services where you pay to talk with strangers. Some small talk. Some flirting.
Alexis enjoyed herself. At one point she drifted off to take in the scene, talk with other people. After a while she got a peek at his license and learned his age. Suawvay was a man. A couple of times he even gave some cash to her mom, who knew he was too old but whose concerns were offset by the contents of his wallet.
Six months passed, turned into , and one boozy night Suawvay stopped on South Western Avenue, where women in tiny skirts and tinier tops strut in front of cheap motels, beckoning clients with swinging hips and pushed-up breasts. Suawvay explained how things would be from then on.
He said And for head, Sometimes he took her to other spots—South Figueroa, Long Beach Boulevard—where she rented her body to men for 10 to 15 minutes in cars and motels and alleys, then relinquished the proceeds to her boyfriend turned boss. Nice clothes, manicures, extensions—she could still have that stuff, but she would have to earn it. And earn she did. But too many children in Los Angeles County know that the sex trade has no borders. Uncovering the sale of children is difficult at best.
While some authorities suspect that boys are sexually exploited as often as girls, nobody knows for sure. And what little law enforcement agencies can track usually happens on the street, at the behest of pimps, albeit in areas that society tends to ignore.
