"I can't believe you did that!"
"Jon, nothing happened! We just had lunch together!"
"Well I'm sure he wanted to do more than that!"
"You're being ridiculous. Can we please just go to dinner?"
"Why didn't you just say no?"
"He's my boss! I didn't want to upset him."
"So what if he asks you to fuck him? Are you going to do it, so he won't get upset?"
"Fuck you Jon!"
SLAM!!!
Vicki slammed the door behind her and ran out into the street, crying. She made her way through the dark streets, not even knowing where she was going. As the night got colder, She pulled her coat about her tightly to buffer the chill wind. Her legs, however, were covered by only a short skirt and a pair of black nylons. Her feet began to hurt as she hobbled down the street in her high heels. Her mind was filled with thoughts. How could he say those things to her? After only a year of marriage, she and Jon had never fought like that. Why did he get so jealous? He was being a complete asshole!
"Hey baby!"
Vicki turned her head to see a car pull up beside her.
"How much?"
"Fuck you buddy! I'm not a hooker!"
He pulled up a little closer.
"Aww, come on babe! I can pay! How much? Five hundred? A grand?"
Vicki stopped dead in her tracks. A thousand dollars? Was he serious?
She looked over at the man. He was actually quite attractive, with short dark hair, and a clean shaven face.
'Maybe I should do it?' she thought to herself. 'That will show that bastard Jon! Anyways, he's the one that pretty much called me a whore!'
Her angry expression melted away and Vicki smiled as she walked over to the car.
"Damn girl! You're hot!" the man said eyeing up her body.
"Fifteen hundred!" she said bluntly.
She half expected the man to drive away, but instead he just grinned and opened the passenger door. Vicki tried to act confident as she made her way around to the other side of the car, but in truth, she was scared as hell.
"So what's your name?" Jon asked as she sat down and closed the door.
Without thinking, she blurted out "Victoria." She then realized she should have used a fake name.
"Oooo. Classy!" he said. "I'm Darren."
"Charmed." Vicki answered dryly. She was beginning to regret her decision.
Darren drove to a nearby hotel and parked the car. Vicki considered calling a cab and getting the hell out of there, but something held her back. She had to do this! It was Jon's fault, not hers!
"Well, here it is." Darren said opening the door to the hotel room.
It wasn't a dump or anything, but it was far from five star. There was one bed, some cheap paintings on the wall and a few liquor bottles on the desk beside the door.
"I see you've been having fun already," Vicki commented, seeing to half empty bottles.
"Oh the party's just beginning. Would you like a drink?"
"Oh God yes! I..mean yes please."
Darren smiled as he filled a glass with ice.
"You seem a little nervous. This isn't your first time is it?"
"Oh hell no!" Vicki lied. "I always need a drink to take the edge off."
Darren sat down on the bed.
"So what do you do?" he asked.
"Excuse me?"
"You know. What do you do? Sexually I mean."