"You're a piece of shit you know that? I honestly thought you were a good guy but you're just another asshole. And just in case you didn't get it through, we're over."
That text definitely made Mike mad. He'd been dating Carrie for about 3 months now but it took only one petty argument to end the relationship. "Shit" he thought, knowing it was partially his fault. Ah well. The night's still young so he thought he'd do something risky.
Down the road from his house there's a blacked-out street with tree cover to hide anything someone doesn't want seen. Every night there's girls working there since that street is mostly avoided. He wanted to try one out since he just got freshly dumped and the opportunity's there, so why not.
He took his car to a local drive-thru first for a quick bite to eat. Small soda, fries and a cheeseburger was enough. Didn't wanna screw on an empty stomach. Ten minutes later he was on that dark street, looking for his pickup tonight. He wasn't too picky, since he himself was average looking and not too muscular. Eventually he found a girl he liked and pulled up.
"You workin' tonight?"
"Depends on who's asking."
"I'm not a badge, just wanna have some fun."
"What type of fun?"
"The illicit-good-massage-but-happy-ending-for-all-type-of-fun."
That made her giggle.
"Well then, you've come to the right place."
"What's your price?"
"Depends on what you want sweetheart."
Begrudgingly, he thought what he'd like done to him.
"What about some head?"
"That's 100. 250 if you want to go somewhere more comfortable."
"250? That's not bad, but 100 is a good deal too."
"Well, what's it gonna be sugar?"
He thought if it was worth it, if he could just drink his breakup away and deal with the shitty hangover in the morning. Was it really worth it?
"Hop in."
Guess it is.
She got in the car and with the light on got a better look at her. Slender but sexy body, black long hair, not a lot of makeup but plenty of eyeshadow, the black fishnet stockings that really emphasized the "sexy," and a grey fur coat covered the rest of her.
"So, do I take you back to my place or..."
"There's a motel a couple of blocks down. I know the owner so he'll let us stay for free. Take us there."
"Okay."
Nobody said anything on the short ride, just silence. He focused on the road while she looked out with her head resting on her hand. She didn't look disinterested, but daydreaming. They pulled up to the motel which looked pretty decent on the outside. There was one guy outside talking to a woman dressed similar to the woman in Mike's car.
"Is that your guy?"
"Yes and don't look too hard. He doesn't like when people stare at him."
"Well don't you gotta talk to him?"
"No we're good. Room 2N on the second floor."
Mike and her left the car, walking alongside the building and passing the man they had seen while in the car. He watched the pair go down the walkway, up the stairs and into the room. A large but cheap carpet, basic queen bed, a door to which was most likely the bathroom, and a simple wooden dresser. The room was bare bones; not even a tv. After he shut the door, Mike gave his 'friend' an interrogative look.
"What was his problem? He was watching us like we stole something."
"He was watching you because he hasn't seen your face before and he doesn't trust strangers until we say they're clear."
"Clear?"
"He likes his money, but he does look out for us. Regular clients pay, we fuck 'em, then that's it. Clients that we say are special and show us respect...we treat them like kings."
"How so?"
"(Smiling) well you get a better room, can call us for a pickup, and even get a discount on certain occasions, but that's only if you're extra good to us... And in bed."
"Nice...by the way, what your name?"