Randy drove slowly through the red light district of Peoria. Work had brought him to Peoria, but his lust drove him to the decaying west end of the town. He had been through this town many times, driven down the gritty streets, watching as half naked women, some young and others not so young walked the sidewalks, waving and smiling at him through the car window. But this time was different. He was actually going to do this, this night, with one of these.
Trapped in an unfulfilling marriage with an unresponsive unattractive blob of complacency, he could sublimate no more. He finally had gotten up the nerve and was ready to live out some fantasies with someone who would be willing to play along at the right price. He would command and pay for their response, but at least they would be pretending to connect to him.
He knew what he wanted. A brunette, slender but with some curves, long hair, dark eyes. A real sweetheart who would really want to earn her money. He drove several blocks without seeing her. Then he caught a glimpse. Dark curly hair, fair skin, flashing eyes. Not tall, but nice proportions with a curvy plump ass and tits spilling from her top that was pulled off her creamy shoulders. She turned and saw him and smiled the kindest smile he had ever seen. This was it, now or never. It was exactly what he was looking for. He had been fucking a slut like this in his mind for years. He rolled down the window.
"How much?" She leaned over into the window, her cleavage staring him in the face.
"Depends on what you want, twenty for straight, other stuff more depending on what it is you want."
She smelled clean, like soap and rosewater. Her voice and scent didn't go with the slutty off the shoulder top and miniskirt that barely covered her round ass.
"What would you want for all night, anything I want until tomorrow morning?" Her kohl rimmed eyes widened. She fingered the narrow silver chain around her slender neck. She shrugged, "I guess $200 would get you anything you want until seven tomorrow morning."
He nodded his assent. "Do you have a place where we can go?"
"Yeah, up the next block and then one street to the left. It's just a room, but it's clean and nobody will bother us."
"Get in."
He watched as she settled herself into the sedan, self-consciously pulling her miniskirt down to cover as much as she could. Randy laughed to himself. A whore who was trying to maintain some modesty.
"I like to see some leg if you don't mind." She looked up at him almost bashful, blushing, but she did as she was told and let the mini ride up her thighs, flirting with exposing some ass.
"A blushing whore. What on earth I have I bought?" Randy thought as drove slowly through the twilight.
Stealing sideways glances as he drove, he tried to determine her age. She wasn't a child, that was for sure, but there was almost an innocence in the way she bit her bottom lip and nervously picked at her schoolgirl manicure.
"There," she said pointing, "The house on the right."
She motioned to an old Victorian in the middle of the block. Not entirely unrespectable looking in some ways, just more like any one of several apartment houses Randy had rented a room in while he was in college.
He parked the car across the street from the house and watched the girl as she fumbled in her purse trying to find her keys. She looked childlike, with her wide eyes, upturned nose, and smooth porcelain skin, but at the same time was pure sex, come and give it to me hard, let me taste your body type of lustiness oozing out of her.
He liked the way her chocolate curls fell across her face went she bent her head forward. She had exquisite features, not hardened at all, but almost refined and very sweet in her softness. Her lips pouted as she searched for the keys. He wanted to grab her and kiss those lips, bite them and suck on them, but he waited patiently.
"There," she announced, holding up a key ring decorated with a silver filigree heart, "I finally found them. I live upstairs. We'll have to go through the front entry. I hope you don't mind. The room is pretty private. The bathroom is on one side and the room on the other side is vacant, so we can make noise, if that's what you want."
She smiled at him wrinkling her nose like she was laughing at some inside joke they shared, her white teeth flashing in the darkening car.
"Sure, why not make some noise", thought Randy, wondering why he suddenly felt embarrassed at the thought of anyone hearing them.
They got of the car, Randy matching her step, which was somewhat shortened and slowed because of her red stiletto heels and let her lead the way. They entered a dim entry hall and climbed up steep, dark creaking stairs. They made their way around a corner and came to a door at the end of the hall.
"Here we are", she said, unlocking and swinging open the ancient varnished door with a solid glass doorknob, "It's not much, but it's home."
Randy stepped in and the girl quickly turned on a lamp with a rose colored shade. The room was meticuliously clean and almost little girl-like in its charm. The ivory satin wallpaper was faded and loose in a few placed, but was covered with tiny pink tea roses. Her dresser, vanity and night table were covered with little what-nots, antique looking porcelain dolls and fancy perfume bottles.
Surprisingly, there were stacks of books in odd corners, but a large bed dominated the room, covered with an almost virginal looking quilt. It looked more like the bedroom of a debutante than of a common streetwalker, but Randy was beginning to wonder just how common could this streetwalker be. Not many whores would have the same taste in literature that this one had. As he picked up a few tomes he realized few debutantes would have read some of the works that this little slut had in her boudoir. She definitely had a taste for reading material that would challenge many educated people in the world he inhabited.
She turned after moving an arm load of throw pillows off the bed into the floor. He could see her now for the first time clearly, as it had been nearly dark when he selected her for purchase. She was exactly what he needed. She was the right height, had luscious soft looking tits, small waist spreading down into rounded hips and backside. Her hair fell just below her shoulders and he could have stared at her hypnotic eyes all day. He moved toward her to take her in his arms, but she quickly turned away, reaching towards a CD player that was half hidden under the bedcovers.
"We need to have some music, don't we?" she asked as she touched a button, the room filling with a Bach concerto.
Randy shook his head slightly, not knowing what to say or think. He felt a little dizzy. How could this little street trollop know that he would like that better than any background music she could have chosen?
