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Bad Company
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 a sexy smile and tapped on the rolled up window. A man sat in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it. He took a long time before he turned his head and acknowledged her.
She gestured for him to roll down the window but he just stared at her like he was hallucinating. His hair was dishelved falling into wild looking eyes. She gestured again, tapping a little more urgently. Other girls standing apart were beginning to give the car a little attention and if she were to shout they might hurry over and snatch a potential customer away because they had more alluring curves—Wouldn’t be the first time.
The man finally rolled down the window, hot air spilling out. Nina half expected to see blood soaked clothes as she scooted closer. He looked like he had done something horrible. But his clothes were clean, just rumpled up and a bit smelly.
Not like it would throw her off.
“Hey handsome, whatchu doing out here all by yourself?” She put her hands on the window, leaning in.
The man’s voice trembled as he started to speak, “I…don’t know. I just drove.”
Good, a disoriented customer, Nina thought happily. They were easy.
“Need some company?” she suggested sweetly.
He looked down at his hands in thought. Following his gaze, she saw a shining wedding band on his finger.
He was married even better. Married men fucked like they had nothing to lose—except everything.
Finally, the man nodded. She hopped gleefully around the car, opened the passenger side and got in. He rolled up the window and the heat from the vent felt like heaven on Nina’s skin. Immediately, she shimmied out of her coat. When she found him staring at her questioningly, she shrugged. “Just getting comfortable,” she said. The man said nothing for a long moment, bobbing restlessly. It was up to Nina to make conversation.
“So what’s wrong handsome? Wife troubles? Family dilemma? Your son swallow a ball?”
He faced her, a faraway look in his clear green eyes. “You’re a prostitute right?”
She blinked. “Yeah?”
“Okay then. Make me feel good,” he said hurriedly.
“Uh, no wait—“
He wasn’t listening, already loosening his belt with shaky fingers. He looked terrified.
“How much? You know what…” he leaned over her, opened the glove box took out a wad of bills and pressed into her palms.
“A-Are you sure?” She quickly stuffed the wad into her bra.
“Come on then.” He already pulled down his pants, his hard on standing in the hot air of the car. Nina stared from him to his erection, hesitating. His eyes said something completely different from his mouth, he was trembling. She didn’t know what he needed but it definitely wasn’t her.
Pushing away thoughts that had no business being in her head at that moment, she slowly moved to him; climbing and straddling him. She wore no panties so it was easy to slide him inside her.
He inhaled sharply like she had stabbed him, his eyes shining with deep hurt, his arms circling her waist with a death grip.
Slowly, she thrust him deeper into her, bouncing like a slow dancer, watching him as she did so.
“I’m sorry Cora,” he whispered, shuddering with each deep thrust.
In the darkness of the car, illuminated by the neon lights of the signposts outside, she saw tears glisten and fall down his face.
© 0506girly
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 a sexy smile and tapped on the rolled up window. A man sat in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel like his life depended on it. He took a long time before he turned his head and acknowledged her.
She gestured for him to roll down the window but he just stared at her like he was hallucinating. His hair was dishelved falling into wild looking eyes. She gestured again, tapping a little more urgently. Other girls standing apart were beginning to give the car a little attention and if she were to shout they might hurry over and snatch a potential customer away because they had more alluring curves—Wouldn’t be the first time.
The man finally rolled down the window, hot air spilling out. Nina half expected to see blood soaked clothes as she scooted closer. He looked like he had done something horrible. But his clothes were clean, just rumpled up and a bit smelly.
Not like it would throw her off.
“Hey handsome, whatchu doing out here all by yourself?” She put her hands on the window, leaning in.
The man’s voice trembled as he started to speak, “I…don’t know. I just drove.”
Good, a disoriented customer, Nina thought happily. They were easy.
“Need some company?” she suggested sweetly.
He looked down at his hands in thought. Following his gaze, she saw a shining wedding band on his finger.
He was married even better. Married men fucked like they had nothing to lose—except everything.
Finally, the man nodded. She hopped gleefully around the car, opened the passenger side and got in. He rolled up the window and the heat from the vent felt like heaven on Nina’s skin. Immediately, she shimmied out of her coat. When she found him staring at her questioningly, she shrugged. “Just getting comfortable,” she said. The man said nothing for a long moment, bobbing restlessly. It was up to Nina to make conversation.
“So what’s wrong handsome? Wife troubles? Family dilemma? Your son swallow a ball?”
He faced her, a faraway look in his clear green eyes. “You’re a prostitute right?”
She blinked. “Yeah?”
“Okay then. Make me feel good,” he said hurriedly.
“Uh, no wait—“
He wasn’t listening, already loosening his belt with shaky fingers. He looked terrified.
“How much? You know what…” he leaned over her, opened the glove box took out a wad of bills and pressed into her palms.
“A-Are you sure?” She quickly stuffed the wad into her bra.
“Come on then.” He already pulled down his pants, his hard on standing in the hot air of the car. Nina stared from him to his erection, hesitating. His eyes said something completely different from his mouth, he was trembling. She didn’t know what he needed but it definitely wasn’t her.
Pushing away thoughts that had no business being in her head at that moment, she slowly moved to him; climbing and straddling him. She wore no panties so it was easy to slide him inside her.
He inhaled sharply like she had stabbed him, his eyes shining with deep hurt, his arms circling her waist with a death grip.
Slowly, she thrust him deeper into her, bouncing like a slow dancer, watching him as she did so.
“I’m sorry Cora,” he whispered, shuddering with each deep thrust.
In the darkness of the car, illuminated by the neon lights of the signposts outside, she saw tears glisten and fall down his face.
© 0506girly
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