The square was dark, the small grassy park in the centre full of deep shadows. Around the edge the street lights that were still working reflected off the tarmac still black from the earlier rain, barely piercing the gloom of the evening.
I had just driven around it for the first time when I saw her.
She was tall. Probably over six foot in her stiletto heels with long stocking encased legs that seemed to go on forever.
I knew they were stockings because the tiny dark skirt she was wearing struggled to cover her arse let alone reach the black bands of her stocking tops.
Her breasts were large enough to fill out the tight cropped top she had on, her hard nipples blatantly obvious through the thin material.
Standing back from the edge of the pavement she waited on the corner her long blonde hair hanging loose around her slim shoulders.
Without another thought I pulled up alongside her, winding down the window and waited for her to approach me.
"Hi baby, looking for a good time?" she rested her forearms on the door, leaning into the car so I could look down her top.
"Sure. How much?" I managed to drag my eyes away from her two girls to notice the gold band on her left hand.
She was married. Not that it mattered so was I.
"£40 for a blow job, £80 for half and half." She matter-of-factly reeled off her basic price, "Anything else is by negotiation."
