Fiona was 18, it was the summer after she graduated from high school, and she felt on top of the world. She would start university the coming September, the first in her family to pursue a higher education.
She was a friendly, gregarious, cheerful young woman, a good head on her shoulders, confident, and lovely. She had long wavy brown hair down past her waist, brown eyes, weighed about 110 pounds, 5'7" in height. She didn't need or want to use much makeup, she was naturally pretty, and utterly lacked vanity about her appearance. One of her nicest features was her mouth, which was shapely and sensual, with fat moist lips that made every young guy around her yearn to kiss her.
But she was quite reserved about dating. She'd gone on a few friendly dates, mainly with shy young peers who worked up tremendous courage to ask her out. But it never went further than simple friendship, and physically never further than holding hands or a hug. She focussed mainly on her studies, and it had paid off.
But she and her family lived in a troubled neighbourhood. It was one of the poorest neighbourhoods in the country, lots of poverty, broken homes, quite a bit of crime. And a particularly concerning issue for her was the street prostitution which drew many of the young women of the community into its clutches.
Fiona made a point of befriending many different people, and one pattern she had was seeking out friends who might be a bit disadvantaged or needy, feeling that she liked to help them, to be an encouraging support.
She had known her best friends, Maggie and Trudy, for years, but she was very concerned about them this summer. They had dropped out of school, were getting involved in more and more partying, and most concerning of all, they both confided to Fiona that they had started working the street. Fiona tried to persuade them not to, but it was to no avail. The excitement and adventure of hooking had swept over Maggie and Trudy, and they were revelling in their perceived freedom, from all their earnings. They tried to reassure Fiona, telling her that it wasn't so bad, just an easy blow here, or a quick lay there, and they laughed about some of the johns they thought were pathetic, while saying that most of them were really nice guys.
Fiona was so worried about them that she decided to join them on the street, to keep a record of license numbers--just to protect their safety as much as she could.
She did this for a few weeks. Then Maggie persuaded her to join her for a trick in the car, just to sit in the back seat. Fiona felt her presence kept her friend safer. She did this for several weeks, and got a sense for the different types of guys who would cruise.
She was not a judgmental type, and actually felt sorry for the guys she saw picking up her friends. They were mainly lonely guys who had trouble meeting girls, or maybe frustrated middle-aged men with a burned-out sex life at home. But she would never consider prostitution herself.
Greg was instantly attracted to Fiona, seeing her standing on the street. He had seen prostitutes a few times in his life, and when feeling more lonely would occasionally cruise through the neighbourhood late at night. He usually never saw anyone who appealed to him much. But Fiona -- perfection! She seemed young, healthy, pure, with a nice personality, and had an exotic intelligent look.
He stopped to talk to Fiona and her 2 friends. "How much?" he said.
"50 for a blow, 100 for everything" Maggie said.
"What about your friend?"
"Same with Trudy", she said, gesturing towards the girl in the middle.
"No, I'm interested in your other friend"
"Oh, she doesn't work" both girls said right away.
"What's her name?"
They didn't want to say. Fiona stepped up and said "I'm Fiona. I'm sorry but I'm just spotting for my friends."
"I'll give you $1000 just to drive around a talk with you for an hour, Fiona."
"No" she said. "Good-bye" she continued firmly.
He drove away, disappointed.
The next few days Fiona thought a lot about what happened. She had decided long ago that she would not do things just to make money, she would pursue things she truly wanted, and to make a difference in the world. The guy in the car seemed friendly, but a bit sad. And the money would help, she would share it with her friends and family, maybe give some away to a local charity. And just for chatting!
Fiona secretly went out on the street on her own, looking for the guy who made her that offer. She didn't ordinarily adorn herself, but this time she put on a little bit of makeup, some bright red glossy lipstick (the only color she found in the local thrift store), and wore a simple red tee-shirt and a pair of snug shorts. She did have beautiful long legs, though she thought they were much too skinny. She wore some sandals that allowed you to see her feet and toes. The sandals had little silver ribbons on them, that looked very cute but also very cheap. They had in fact cost 50 cents at the thrift store. Most girls' feet are not that enticing to look at, but hers were perfect, soft, delicate, very clean, unblemished, and petite, with graceful perfect arches; she put some cute red nail polish on her toes, which was a nice touch. She had a habit of wiggling her toes a bit as she sat, especially if she was nervous or reflective, and it was very cute, almost intoxicating to watch. She wore a bit of perfume she sprayed on from a department store sampler earlier in the day.
She saw his car pull up in the distance just past 11 PM. She was on a side street, well away from where other girls worked. It was a new Toyota Camry, nicely washed, bright red. She stepped towards the curb and smiled at his car as it approached.
He slowed down, and pulled over, opening the passenger window.
"Hi Fiona" he said gently. "I've been thinking about you all week."
