Josephine Ann van deGroot stood just inside the mouth of the alley behind her apartment house. She had used the frieght elevator to get downstairs, by-passing the lobby, coming out the tradesmans entrance. She hadn't wanted anyone to see how she was dressed tonight.
Her skirt barely covered the cheeks of her rump, exposing bare skin between its hem and the elastic top stockings. She wore a thong panty but no bra and her painted nipples were obvious through the gauze-like blouse. Her face was heavily made up with bright blue eye shadow, rouged cheeks and bright red lipstick.
Finally, she dashed from the shadows, across the side walk on her unaccustomed three inch heels, to her car which she had earlier parked near the alley. Quickly, she slid in behind the wheel and started the engine.
In only minutes she was parked in the lot at Tony's Lounge, as close to the side door as possible. Inside, this end of the bar was empty and she quickly took the end stool. The leather padding was cold where her almost bare tush made contact. Except for three men at the other end of the long bar, the room was empty.
"What'll it be, Lady," Tony asked, placing a cardboard coaster on the bar in front of her.
"Make it JD on the rocks, with a lime, please" she answered.
She watched as he took the black labelled bottle from the shelf and poured a hefty shot over the ice. He squeezed a wedge of lime into the amber colored liquid and, returning to her place at the bar, placed it on the coaster. "You want to run a tab." he asked.
Jo nodded 'yes' as she picked the glass up to sip the smooth liquor. Tony walked to the group at other end of the bar and was soon involved in their conversation.
She had just lit a cigarette when a voice from behind her asked, "You workin' Babe?"
Without turning around, Jo answered, putting on her best hooker accent, "Yeah, I'm workin'. What do ya have in mind?"
"It depends on the pay scale."
Speaking softly she answered. "A han' job is twennyfive, a blow job is fifty, a romp between my legs is wun-fifty and, anal is two. What's your pleasure?"
"How about a trip around the world?"
"You must be a high roller, mister. That'll cost you anywhere from four to five hunnert, depending on how you hold up. And, a room's extra, we don't do that in the back seat of a car."
"Sounds fair to me and I've already got a room, a motel room over on Sixth Ave. My car's in the lot out back."
"I want half up front," Jo said as she slid into the passenger seat. "Gimme two fifty now."
"No problem." He pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and peeled off two hundred and fifty dollars. "There, does that seal the contract?"
"Yeah, consider it sealed," as she stuffed the bills into her purse. "Now, show me your motel."
The car moved quietly from trhe parking lot and in about three minutes was parking in front of the end unit at the Sunrise Motel. There were several cars parked in front of other units, about half occupied.
Once inside the room, both quickly stripped to bare skin. Jo noticed he was already sporting a semi-hardon. Her 'customer' brought out a bottle of Jack Daniels and proceed to pour some into two glasses. "Damn," he exclaimed, "no ice. Here, take the bucket and go get some from the machine."
Jo made to pick up her skirt to redress when he stopped her. "Just go the way you are, Babe, no one'll see you."
"Are you kiddin'? There's cars goin' by all the time and a couple of rooms have their doors open!"
He laughed. "So, give 'em a thrill." When she still hesitated, he added, "I'll throw in another twenty bucks." He reached for his discarded trousers and extracted two ten dollar bills.
"Okay, I'll do it". she grabbed the ice bucket from him and opened the door. "Leave this open so I can get back in."
Jo walked quickly to the ice machine, just outside the managers office. As she leaned in to fill the bucket, the cold emenating from the machine caused her nipples to stiffen and she resisted the urge to pinch one. Time for that later.
She padded quickly back to the room, hearing a loud whistle from one open doorway as she passed.
"Damn you," she almost screamed. The door was closed and locked from inside. "Open this fuckin' door, you bastard."
In the minute she waited, heads popped out of several open doorways, one laughing loudly, another giving a long wolf whistle. As she heard the lock release, she shoved the door open and pushed inside. "Here's your damned ice, where's my money. Laughing at her, he handed the two bills to her and they joined those already in her purse. A minute later he handed her a glass with the ice and some JD.
"You've been a good girl, so what can I do for you," he asked.
Jo took a sip of her drink, thinking for a moment. "You want to make me happy? You can go down on me, lick and suck my cunt and make me cum, that's what you can do for me."
