To say trade was quiet was an understatement; it was non-existent, what with the big football match on TV tonight and the foul weather. She had been out since nine without even a single enquiry, which was most unusual. Tracy was a pro and she prowled her turf religiously in all weathers, one good paying punter tonight would make all the shivering seem worthwhile. Beneath her fake fur coat she wore only a black leather bra and very tight lace up leather shorts, she tottered along on ridiculously high heels, there was no mistaking her trade.
It was getting close to midnight when the sleek expensive black sports car drew up along side her almost without her knowing. Perhaps things were looking up at last, this looked quite promising. Could try for a touch of overpricing here by the look of it, a few extra quid would make up for her lack of business tonight. On her spiked heels Tracy, tottered over and bent to peer inside as the window slid almost silently down. What she saw sort of knocked her for six, the driver was not some overweight executive as she imagined for behind the wheel sat what appeared to be a very attractive young girl.
"You a bit lost are you love?"
"I don't believe so," came the occupants velvet voiced reply.
"Look my time's valuable to me love get to the point," sighed Tracy annoyed that her brief hope of extra cash had been dashed.
"I may be looking for something special!" laughed the girl from the shadowy interior of the car, "I wish you could see your face, are you shocked?"
"No, well, yeh actually I am," she laughed herself, "it's not a common sight around here you know."
As they talked Tracy's mind worked overtime wondering what was going on here, the girl in the car was all suited up and very professional looking. It would be very unusual for a female copper to run a job like this, more likely this girl is looking for a girl for her boss who is too far up his own arse or too scared to sort his own shit out. Maybe she was looking for entertainment for a party, function or something, which could prove very lucrative to a girl like Tracy.
The driver seemed to be studying her very intently, "what's your name?"
"Why? Are you a cop or some thing?" laughed Tracy keeping her eyes on the girls face watching for signs.
"No, no, but if I was I wouldn't tell you anyway, would I?" the girl chuckled throatily clearly amused, "so, are you going to tell me?"
"Tracy." She uttered it without meaning to.
There was something odd about all this, she had had no intention of revealing her real name to the girl, as a matter of fact she usually chose one at random. The girl oozed confidence, she knew that whatever she wanted with Tracy that she had the upper hand and could dictate the terms. Whatever the deal she could easily drive a few hundred yards and pick another bitch up.
"Well Tracy, now the shock is over, could I interest you in doing a little business?"
"Maybe," sighed Tracy enquiringly, "wot has your boss sent you out to pick up a tart for him?"
"No!" laughed the girl from the shadowy interior.
"Is it a party then, I have to charge extra for things like that you know?"
"I expect you do Tracy, and no it's not a party as such," even in the dim light Tracy felt the girls green eyes lock upon hers, "guess again!"
"Wot! The business like, is wiv you?" the coin finally dropped, she blurted out quite shocked.
"Yes, the business is with me Tracy," the shadowy figure added, "I can pay you exceptionally well."
It had to happen one day she supposed, her friend Linda had done several women and she swore they were the best clients she had had. Tracy found herself wishing that she had taken Linda's lurid offer to show her how one night when they were drunk now. She had to admit that the idea kind of repulsed her but the lure of hard cash had a very alluring way of making unpleasant things more acceptable. Lets see just how desperate this cool talking bitch was, sixty to seventy five was her normal rate, how far would she hike it.
"I dunno," she replied, "That's not really my scene, I've never done it wiv a bird before like."
"Even better!" hissed the thick sensual voice.
"Look Miss, wot I mean is my punters are always men, I know what to do wiv a man to please him, it's easier that way."
"Really?" The girl was silent for a few moments then spoke, "I'll teach you what to do Tracy, it'll sort of add to the experience for both of us."
"Yeh, well, I'm still not sure it's such a good idea!"
"Ohh Tracy my dear, I know you've got what it takes to satisfy little me," the girl flourished a wad of notes as she added "I also know I can satisfy you!"
Tracy eyed the roll of notes in the other girl's slender, long nailed fingers and submitted to her greed, "If you think so then yeh alright, but it'll cost yer."
Bent double through the car window Tracy saw the girl's pretty face light up with pleasure as she accepted her offer. Their eyes met and a jolt shot through her at the intensity of the excitement she saw there. In the dimly lit interior the girl's green eyes seemed to glow with reflected light like a cats did. A long moment of awkward silence ensued before her potential client accepted.
"Okay then before you get in let's sort a few things out Tracy!"
"Like wot!"
"Like are you clean, like have you been with anyone else tonight and finally how much is your service going to cost me?" came the measured reply from the shadows.
"Right let's see, yes, no, and seeing as this is something out of my normal custom I fink about a hundred and twenty quid should do it!" the bitch would never accept that amount, she'd knock her down for sure.
"One twenty ehh!" sighed the girl thoughtfully, "do you think you are worth it Tracy?"
"Okay, you can't blame a girl for trying, a straight hundred!"
"One hundred, what do I get for that exactly?" the girl was working on her.
"Anything," she sighed resignedly, she needed the money, "anything you want honey."
"Excellent Tracy," the girl laughed, "I like the sound of that, you may get in."
"Great it's taters out here!" she opened the door and slipped into the dark interior unsurprised that the interior light didn't come on.
"Please me well and I'll reward you far in excess of our agreed fee Tracy."
"Oh I'll try Miss," she peered across at the beauty revealed in the passing car headlights, "wots your name then?"
"My name is my business Tracy, it is of no concern to you! Miss has a nice ring to it though"
"Okay, nuff said, Miss!" she shut up; it wasn't unusual for a client to want to keep their identity private.
They drove on in silence; the girl paid her no attention as they sped through the suburbs and out of town. Tracy spent the time watching the road and occasionally staring at the pretty girl beside her. She wasn't alarmed even after half an hour had passed but did wonder where she was being taken.
"Here: aint we going a bit out of our way?" muttered Tracy as concern grew inside her, "you takin me home or sum fink?"
"No I'd never dream of taking you home, don't worry we're almost there, it's a discreet Motel I use for such occasions as this," stated the girl matter of factly.
Minutes later the car left the dual carriageway and pulled up in front of a brightly lit motel lobby. They were here then she thought, nervousness gnawed at Tracy as the girl killed the engine and undid her seatbelt.
