Travis turned onto Hollywood Blvd and slowed down as he passed the women lining the street. She caught his eye immediately, was attracted to her instantly. Chubbier than the others and definitely older, he pulled up alongside her and watched as she approached the open passenger side window.
Closer, her head disappeared from view and he took in her outfit. White stay-up stockings; a tight pink dress, so short that he could see the white panties over the bulge of her pussy peeking out beneath. She leaned onto the window frame. Great tits, he thought.
"Hey baby, how much for a hand-job?"
Ugh, Alice moaned to herself. She needed more money than a hand-job would provide, behind on rent and in need of groceries, she'd been hoping for a productive night. Still, beggars can't be choosers she thought. He looked respectable enough, the car was nice and felt warm inside. If only they weren't so crude. "$25. For 50 I'll blow you!"
Travis pondered the offer. She did have a nice mouth and the money was no factor. "Sure get in." He watched the woman walk to the front of the car and use her phone before coming back and entering. "What was that about?" He asked as he closed the passenger side window.
"We text the license plates. Just to be on the safe side," she answered. Travis noticed her dress had ridden up completely over her panties, the white lace edging visible.
"You can relax, I'm not crazy!" He remarked and the woman smiled.
"You don't look crazy. But maybe I am!" She laughed. "It protects you too!"
Travis looked into her face. Up close she was even older than he'd thought. Well into her fifties. Her make-up concealed a lot of hard years he could tell but she was still attractive. Beautiful eyes, he thought.
"So where do we go?"
"Take the next right, there's a carpark half way down the block. You can pull in there," she suggested. "So what's your name sweetheart?"
"Trav...er...Thomas!" He corrected half way through, not understanding fully why he lied about his name.
The woman chuckled. "O.k. Trav er Thomas. Pleased to meet you, I'm Candy."
Embarrassed, Travis admitted his attempted deception. "It's just Travis."
"And my name's still Candy."
He found the carpark and took a ticket from the machine. Finding an area on the second level away from other cars he pulled into it a space and turned off the ignition.
"So as I said, its 50 bucks," the woman reminded Travis.
"Oh yeah, sure." Travis found his wallet and handed over the cash which Alice was quick to place in her small white leather clutch. He noticed her retrieve a condom and place it in her mouth before leaning into his crotch. His cock was pulled from his pants and quickly hardened when her mouth enclosed around him.
Nice looking cock, Alice thought as she deftly slid the condom around his growing length with her lips. He smelled clean, which was a bonus. Shaved, no pubes ending up in her mouth afterwards, worse still caught in her throat. He was attractive too. She remembered the faces. Years after she would see former clients, at their workplaces, walking with their families, did the wives ever know where their husband's cocks had been? Travis let out a moan and moved his hips up into her. This won't take long, she thought.
Her mouth felt wonderful. She would interchange between deep throating and sucking on the head whilst jerking off the base. His orgasm approached and he wondered if he had to tell her. The condom had gone on so nonchalantly he hadn't even felt its presence such was her skill. She was a great cock sucker, the best he'd had in his limited experience. It began. He ran his fingers through her hair, holding the back of her head in position as he came. Jet after jet filling the condom as she squeezed the base of his cock, milking the length with her lips.
"Oh Jesus. Fuck that was good," Travis said, panting as the woman lifted off his crotch. He reached down and slid the condom off his cock, careful to not spill the laden rubber. Tying the end, Travis opened his window and about to throw it out was stopped by his companion.
"What are you doing?" She questioned. "There's a bin downstairs!"
Travis looked at the condom and began to blush. "Oh yeah sorry."
"So you should be. If I was your mother I'd spank you for littering young man!"
He placed the condom on the floor of the car and wound the window back up. The silence in the car was relaxing, the perfume of the sex worker pleasant. The late hour, he could have closed his eyes and so easily fallen asleep.
An extended moment of silence passed between them. Alice looked at the interior of the car; tidy. She again examined her client. He looked young. No more than twenty five. She wondered why such an attractive guy had seen fit to choose her. Mommy issues, she thought and smiled. "So, my name is Alice," she broke the silence and confessed her own lie.
"Oh, not Candy?" Travis smiled. She really was good looking for an older woman; he wondered why she was still doing what she was doing at her age, especially on the street.
"You should be flattered," she smiled. "I don't tell my real name to just anyone."
"So why me?"
Alice reached out and placed a hand on his thigh. "You just seem nice I suppose."
Travis saw a tinge of sadness in her otherwise beautiful eyes. He wanted to hold her, to keep her safe. Of course he did, he reasoned. Wake up Travis, you fall in love with every girl you get with, he told himself. He tore his eyes from her and grabbed the wheel. "Anyway so can I drop you back where I found you?"
Alice turned away from the man, looking out her window so he didn't see the tear that had formed. "Um yeah, great." What are you doing Alice? She asked herself. Pull yourself together, he's just another John.
The drive back to their meeting place went too quickly for both of them. He pulled up and risked looking again into her face. Were her eyes glassier than before? He wondered. Maybe it was the light. "So here we are," Travis stated, far more bluntly than he'd meant.
With little desire to leave the warmth of the car, Alice repeated his statement. "Yeah, here we are!" A thought came to her. "So do you want my number, if you're around again we could hook up?"
Travis was elated, he couldn't figure out why but it was like getting a 'yes' from a girl in high school. She wants to see me again, he thought. Of course she does you idiot, she wants your money! He quickly told himself. "Yeah sure," he offered his phone to her and watched as she entered her number.
Alice felt happier to exit his vehicle with the possibility of seeing him again. She joined the other girls lining the street and watched his taillights disappear among the traffic. She had no other clients that night.
* * * * *
Sweet child o' mine played in the background and was incorporated into Alice's dream before she realized it was her phone ringing. She lifted her face from the pillow and winced at the sunlight streaming through the curtains. The screen of her phone read private number but it was the 9:30am which caught her eye. Her friends knew not to call before midday. "Yes?" She answered abruptly.
"Ah is this Cand...er...Alice?"
Alice sat up in her bed immediately, her heart skipping a beat. It was him. "Yes, who's calling?" She acted coolly.
"Um hey, it's Travis. Ah we...met last night!"
"Oh hi. It's early!" Why did you say that Alice? Don't criticize him, she thought.
"Oh sorry. I waited an extra few hours."
An extra few hours, she thought. She'd watched his car pull away well after midnight, what time had he wanted to call her? "No that's alright. I didn't expect to hear from you again."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, guys cum and go if you get my drift."
"Um yeah. No. I mean I just wondered if I could see you again?' Travis asked, unsure why he felt so nervous.
Alice looked around her apartment. It was Sunday and traditionally a pretty slow day for her trade. She hadn't been expecting to go out and had promised herself a mental health day in front of the television. He looked reasonably well off, depending on what he was after she could end the day well ahead and take time off later in the week.
"O.k. You can come here if you like." It was unprecedented. She'd never invited a client to her home before. It was dangerous and fraught with disaster but he seemed different somehow. Innocent. She gave him her address and prepared herself for his visit.
Travis was excited. He drove to the neighborhood and nearing her address stopped at a bakery and bought some muffins. He had no idea what she would like so purchased a selection. There was a florist next door and he debated whether to buy her flowers. He decided against it, shaking his head at the idea. She's a prostitute Travis, she's not your girlfriend, he told himself.
Her apartment was in a large, affordable complex. His heart raced as he pressed the buzzer and was let in. She opened her door wearing tiny denim shorts and an equally small t-shirt. To Travis she no longer resembled a hooker, more a suburban mom, possibly divorced, enjoying the neighborhood boys ogling her as she watered the garden. The fantasy stayed in his head as she invited him in.
Her apartment was small and well-lit with natural light. He had forgotten the muffins he held until Alice commented on them and he clumsily presented them to her.
"You didn't have to do that," she exclaimed, genuinely surprised by his kindness. She'd had generous clients in the past. Lonely men that lavished her with gifts. Usually lingerie and jewellery. The baked goods were special, friendly, something a lover would do, not a John.
