Thoughts of a Working Girl (Warning: Adult Content)
By tigerlilly
It's three in the morning and cold out here, but should i go home? Bad night, rain... Johns staying home, cozying with the wife, watching the kids play. No take except that five for a little hand, two minutes and a few words, but if I come home with less than what HE wants, I'll be wearing dark glasses, heavy makeup, and black and blue. So cold, and I can't put the coat on, or cover up the wares, showcase all the merchandise, HE says... Here comes a car, lights cutting through the fog, slowing, window going down...smiling, I say "looking for some fun? a little company, just you and me?" Offer taken, inside... the warmth pours over cold feet and hands as the small talk of business as usual concludes, the smile on my face lasting only as long as it's in his view. Then educated lips take over, apply protection, unknown to him... and the words he speaks are so old I don't even hear them anymore. Listening for inflection...tending his erection taking no more thought than knowing this working girl, will soon be walking down the street, safe now to go to sleep, 20 dollars worth of rest paid for with all her soul.comments and critiques welcomed :) Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 12:42 PM PST 0 • 1
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"It's three in the morning and cold out here,..."