Neon lights blazed above Nina, illuminating her skin a mesmerizing colour. If only the men walking past her would be entranced by it and ask her to follow them home.
Taking a last drag of her cigarette, she threw it down onto the pavement and crushed it under her heel. With a sigh she pulled her fake fur coat tightly around her. Nights were getting colder, pockets getting emptier, work getting scarce.
Her hazel eyes skimmed through the street at the other scantily clad women littering the pavement, smoking for warmth and catcalling the men that walked hastily by or drove.

Her gaze passed a car idling some distance away, stopped and zeroed back on the car.
How long has it been there?
From the shadow on the windscreen someone was in the car, waiting. But for what?
Nothing happened around here so late.

Going on her instinct, she tossed her hair, pushed up her bra to make her chest pop and sashayed toward the car. Her heels clicked on the pavement loudly, alerting whomever was in the car but they didn’t drive away.
A good sign, she thought.

Her tight skirt rode up her thighs as she bent forward, put on...