Thanks very much to RavenShadow13, who edited this story.
I have no idea what brought me down there, to the corner of H and L. I never cruised for a hooker before - it's a little to
illegal
for my taste.
(You know where I'm talking about. Yeah, I know - H and L run parallel through the Warehouse district, but L angles off to follow the tracks and cuts across H right before it turns into MacPherson. Yeah - the red light district. Where else do you pick up hookers?)
I certainly didn't mean to pick
her
up. The other girls were giving her plenty of space, probably because she was a whole fuckload of sexy poured into a frighteningly six-and-a-half-foot-tall statue of dark olive skin and black leather. Hell, seven feet in those heels. That's why tall women don't wear heels.
It was no wonder that the girls were keeping their distance - she was scaring off the johns, scaring off the ones like me. I didn't want to bone a monster; I wanted some cute little thing who could sit on my lap and coo and moan and bite her lip and tell me not to stop, not yet, not yet. I wanted to fuck a girl who made me feel like a man.
But traffic... and the light turned red... and the car in front of me stopped short, and that's where I was stopping, right in front of
her
. My window was already down (stupid), but I sure as hell didn't pull over to the curb. She walked out to me.
"Are you here for a good time?" She sounded interested, more than bored. Her dark eyes peered intently at me.
Well, it wasn't the plan, but here she was, leaning into my window. Of course she was showing ample leavage, but strangely, from her navel to her face was the only bare skin on display - the rest was hidden behind black lace, thigh-high leather boots, long gloves and a heavy leather jacket. It was winter, but it doesn't get
that
cold here, and that getup would take awhile to unwrap. Maybe that was her game.
While this was turning in my mind, I guess I was staring at that fleshy crease where her breasts nuzzled up together.
"If you think window shopping's fun, come into my store, baby."
Fair enough. I glanced up to her face. Of course she was attractive with all that makeup - full lips, red-brown like dried blood - brown, almost black, oval-shaped eyes, heavily shadowed and set beneath thick arched brows - a strong aquiline nose, not quite hooked - straight black hair, shining like a shampoo commercial, tied up in the back but falling in the front to frame her round face. Her skin was clear and olive-toned. She carried herself with pride - not stiff, but not slouching like the other girls on the street, even in spite of her height. Think
Pretty Woman
, if Julia Roberts was a flesh-hungry Egyptian dominatrix giantess, instead of a blushing princess.
"How much?"
"Don't worry about the price, baby - it's a sliding scale. The light's gonna turn soon. Let me in, and we'll talk about what it's gonna cost, okay?"
Bad idea. "Okay."
She had just pulled the door shut when the light turned, and I steered back into traffic.
Even with the seat slid all the back she didn't fit very well, so she turned sideways, leaning against the door and facing me, one thigh-booted knee resting over the parking brake and almost into my lap. I rolled up the windows, and the scent of her musk and a spicy perfume began to fill the car.
"Seatbelt."
"Oh, that's no fun." She put a hand on my shoulder, then slid it down the neck of my shirt, reaching to squeeze my pec. The leather of her glove was buff and soft, not patent, and - damn! - it felt so sensual. I wanted her to touch my face, fondle my ear, play with the hair on the back of my neck. Instead she slipped her hand out of my shirt and roamed down my chest from the outside, past my ribs, my stomach. While I kept both hands on the wheel, she pushed her fingers between my thighs, forcing them apart, and began massaging the lump of my cock. It was already hard and aching, of course, or I wouldn't have been here on L street, so it was easy for her to get ahold of, to maneuver up inside my trousers, to begin pumping. I shifted and squirmed in the seat at the stimulation, and to give her room to operate. "Beside," she continued, "if John Law stopped us, he wouldn't care about my seatbelt."
"Uhh-h-h..." My voice faltered as the blood in my veins became confused, unable to decide which head to service, up or down. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and tried to concentrate. "Where to? Do you have some place... or is there a secluded parking lot?"
"Well, if you just want to go to a parking lot, the only thing I'll have room for is to suck you off. It
will
be the best damned blowjob you'll ever have in your entire life - I'm an expert." Her pale pink tongue slipped out between her dark lips and traced their shape, leaving them shiny and slick. "But you'll be whining that you didn't ask for more. And it will cost you a thousand."
"A