"Hey, honey. You looking for some company tonight?" I ask as a grey, beat up Camry pulls up to the curb. I think I've seen this car before, maybe I've fucked him before.
I lean over into the open window, my yellow tube top and very fitted black mini skirt clinging to my body. My hair, cut to just under my shoulders, falls in dark waves next to my head as I bend my waist. My high heeled knee high boots make it hard to lean over that far, but I'm used to the discomfort after turning tricks for two years.
"Um, as a matter of fact, I am. How m-much for the whole night?" the man in the driver's side asks. I can't get a good look at him since it's dark and he doesn't have any lights on in the car. I don't think I've heard his voice before, I normally remember those.
"Five hundred. Trust me, I'm worth it."
"Don't sell yourself so cheap. I'll pay s-seven. Jump in."
"Show me the money first," I say suspiciously. He reaches into his pocket and fumbles around in his wallet. He takes out seven one hundred dollar bills and shows them to me before putting them back carefully.
I open the door before he changes his mind and climb into the passenger seat. The grey upholstery on the seat looks freshly cleaned. I give him directions to one of the secluded spots I go to frequently and he puts the car in park.
I move close to him so I can get a clear view of his face under the dim lighting. He has nerdy looking glasses that rest on his cute button nose. His hair is a dark brown that's bordering on dirty blonde and falls down his forehead slightly. His eyes are brown with what I think are silver specks, though it's hard to tell for sure in this lighting. He seems to be very tall, though it's hard to know for sure since he's seated. If I had to guess I'd say six foot-three.
"How do you want this to go? Do you wanna lead, or do you want me to?" I ask, moving my hand to his knee.
He gets flustered and blushes. He clearly hasn't had much experience. He's really cute, if a little nerdy, so I'm surprised he isn't more confident.
"Uh, um, actually. I was hoping I c-could, uh, take you to a hotel..." he says awkwardly.
"Since you have me for the night, I think that's a wonderful idea," I smile and lean over to kiss his lips softly.
He doesn't kiss me back, he just sits there unmoving. I pull away, not wanting to rush what seems to be a very rare situation for him.
He quickly changes gear to drive. He starts driving towards the nicer part of town and I get confused.
"The hotels are the other way, babe," I say.
"Not the, uh, one I'm going to. I already b-booked a room for..." he clears his throat, "...this occasion."
"Alright," I reply cautiously.
We pull up to an Embassy Suites I didn't know even existed. This is a lot more fancy than the smelly, dirty, bug-infested hotels I'm used to.
"You booked a room here?" I ask in slight cautiously. I'm a bit suspicious, considering the state of the car he's driving.
"Y-yes. Do you not like it?" he asks nervously.
"Oh, sweetie. I love it... it's just that I'm not exactly dressed for this place."
"I thought you might say that," he replies with a small smile. He reaches back and pulls out some dark blue jeans and a sophisticated looking black blouse. He reaches back again and grabs a pair of new looking red high heels. "You don't have to, uh, wear this; I just thought you'd be more comfortable," he says nervously, turning away once I take them.
I take the clothes and quickly change. I coordinate my normal outfits to be easy to take off, so taking them off to but on the much nicer clothes is no problem at all. They fit surprisingly well... almost suspiciously well. I shove the few condoms I normally have in my pocket into the pocket of the new jeans I'm now wearing.
My body is very attractive, I know that. I may be a low level prostitute, but all the others give me glares when they see I'm working. They know that when I'm on the corner - my corner - they're not getting much money that night.
I don't mean to sound so self absorbed, but it's what I've seen and what I've heard that prove what I'm saying isn't bullshit.
I've had various pimps try to recruit me, knowing I'm money; but I work alone, and I like it that way. The other girls hate me, but are so intimidated that they stay away from what is known as my territory. I've ruined their "careers" by telling johns some rumors about them... so they stay a safe distance away.
I've had recurring clients try to "save me" from the streets, call me their "girl", I've even had two men propose.
I have a shapely body. My ass is about a handful and a half - per cheek. My hips are wide and seductive, but not too much so. I have 34D breasts and a skinny waist. My face isn't so bad either; my smooth skin and bright blue eyes compliment my full, pink lips. I'm a fucking catch.
We get out of the car and walk through the front door. I was right, he's about six-three, a whole foot taller than I am without any heels.
He goes to the front desk and I stay behind. He talks to the woman behind the desk awkwardly and she hands him a key to the room. I follow him to the elevator where he pushes the button to the third floor.
The elevator ride is tense. He stares in front of him and I'm trying to work him out.
Finally we get to our floor. He walks briskly to the door, opening it before I'm even standing by him. He closes it behind me and stands with his back against the door, facing me.
"If you're nervous, we can take it slow," I say, taking a step toward him.
"Yeah, let's do that," he replies. He pushes past me and sits on the red zig-zag patterned couch that's placed on the right side of the room. He stares at the TV that's across from the couch, waiting for me to sit down. The only other thing in this room is a side table on the right side of the couch. I walk over and sit a foot away from his left side. I've never seen anyone so shy before.
"Is it okay if I put a hand on your knee?" I ask politely, scooting closer to him.
