Sally was petrified. She sat on the side of the bed slowly pulling the nylon stocking up her leg, she fastened it to the suspender belt and stood up she checked to make sure that they both were the same length before stepping into her skirt. She zipped it up at the back and looked in the mirror. Her face was as white as a sheet and her heart was pumping faster than ever. She slipped her shoes on, they were some brown stilettos that she had found in a charity shop, they hurt her feet when she walked but they looked all right which was the main thing. She looked around the small room before picking up her small bag checking her keys were inside and then stepping out of the room closing the door behind her.
Sally walked down the corridor feeling very self?conscious, she was constantly tugging at the hem of her short skirt, trying to make it longer. As she got to the top of the stairs she noticed an old man walking up towards her. As they got closer Sally could see the old man leering at her, checking out her full breasts encased in her tight top and her long legs extending from her short skirt. She felt repulsed and quickly scurried down the remaining steps and out of the building.
Sally walked briskly through the streets. It was a warm night and there were plenty of people out having a good time in the many bars and clubs that lined the streets close to where Sally lived. Sally kept her lead down and walked past everyone. She felt dirty, she felt everyone watching her, everyone talking about her, everyone judging her. Sally stuck to the back streets and alleys as much as she could as she made her way down towards the river.
The river was popular, it was known, Sally had often seen girls looking for work when she drove past there. Now Sally was on her way to join them. She could no longer drive past them and turn her nose up and she could no longer talk to her friends about how pathetic those girls were. As Sally reached the road she looked up to see about four or five girls, spaced evenly along the kerbside. The nearest one to her was quite tall, nearly six foot with a bright red wig and very tight black fitted dress. She looked over at Sally and sneered before turning on her heels and walking a little up the road away from Sally. Sally stood on the other side of the road from the other girls, looking at them, afraid to cross over and stand next to them, to be one of them. She felt a tear run down her cheek and quickly dabbed at it not wanting to ruin her makeup that she had spent so long applying. Sally took a deep breath and slowly walked across the road to take her place in the line of girls. She looked both ways; the girl in the red wig was still sneering at her from a distance. Sally looked to her right another girl with long dark hair was walking up towards her, she wore a very short leather skirt and tight sleeveless top. She smiled as she saw Sally and walked up close to her.
"Hi" she said in a very up?beat way.
Sally was surprised she had spoken, especially after the way the other girl had reacted to her. "Hi" said Sally.
"You must be new", she said as she circled Sally, "you look a little different from your average working girl". Sally was quiet watching the shorter girl circle her. She stopped in front of her and looked up into Sally's eyes. "You should wear less foundation and more mascara" she said before looking down at Sally's clothes, "and that skirt is alright but that top covers far too much". Sally unfolded her arms and looked down at her top it was a long sleeved furry jumper that was slightly baggy. "What you got on under that?" asked the girl.
"Just a cami?top", replied Sally getting more and more red in the face.
"Let me see", said the girl gesturing for her to remove her top.
Sally looked around her most of the girls were talking among themselves and not paying any attention to Sally. She pulled her arms inside her top and then slipped it off over her head. She stood there a second before bringing her arms down and showing this girl her cami?top. It was made of a very flimsy silk material and did nothing to hide Sally's quite large breasts.
"Thatβs better", said the girl standing back to admire Sally's new look, "you will get plenty more custom looking like that, I guarantee it".
Sally didnβt really know what to do, she wanted to cover her breasts with her arms and run away back into the alley from where she had come, but she didnβt, she just stood there, smiled and said, "thank you".
The shorter girl smiled and stood next to Sally, after a minute or so she turned back to Sally and extended her hand, "I'm Molly", she said.
"Sally", Sally replied, reaching to shake her hand.
The girl turned back, standing alongside Sally.
"Do you know your scale yet?" said Molly still looking out at the road.
"My scale?" said Sally slightly puzzled.
"Yeah, you know, you need to have a scale", replied Molly incredulously.
"What do you mean by a scale?" asked Sally turning towards Molly.
"A scale, as in how much you are gonna charge for a particular service", said Molly.
Sally hadn't even thought about this, she had a hard enough time in coming to the conclusion that she had no other choice that to do this. She hadn't thought it all through.