Hooker corner

There there now... I will carry you up to my queen-sized bed & let you lay down.
 
What about guys working for girls?

Seems awfully sexist this.

Women, borrow money from you're partners wallets and pm me ;)
 
Why? So you spend less but treat her worse?

Actually...
It was pouring freaking down rain...
And I am not sure how you reach the conclusion that I would spend less and treat her worse.
Any of the girls on this corner would be welcome to join me for a drink, I am buying, and then tell me the going rate. She is neither treated worse, nor stiffed.
 
Cold and raining outside, I go to the comfort of the bar and slide into a bar stool, my feet dangling in heels, the short skirt, making it difficult to be discreet.
 
I sit on the bar stool next to you, admiring your attire. Although it's dark in the bar, I get the distinct impression that you are not wearing any panties under that ridiculously short skirt. I ask for a glass of scotch, and turn to say hello. Feeling rather bold after taking a long sip of my drink, I place my hand on your upper thigh and ask if I can buy you a drink. ;)
 
I sit on the bar stool next to you, admiring your attire. Although it's dark in the bar, I get the distinct impression that you are not wearing any panties under that ridiculously short skirt. I ask for a glass of scotch, and turn to say hello. Feeling rather bold after taking a long sip of my drink, I place my hand on your upper thigh and ask if I can buy you a drink. ;)

As you order you sound like a gentleman. For a moment I doubt you would have interest in me. I know what you see in me, dressed as I am. On the outside it is who I am, a hooker at the bar. That is why your hand on my thigh does not startle me.

I simply smile and look into your eyes. "I would love a nice stiff cocktail .. of your choosing." I smile, my hand landing atop of his.
 
Turning to the gentleman to my other side I smile, and direct my attention to him.

"A Cosmo would be perfect."

I shift crossing my legs, hiking my skirt even higher up my thigh.
 
Cosmo for the lady.
Icy cold

Looking at you it is impossible not to notice your legs.
But I sense there is more to you
 
I smile and move my chair closer to you.

"Thanks" I smile. "So how are you this fine evening."
 
Sorry I stepped away for a bit. I would love to take you out tonight, in the mood for dancing and drinks? Or are you "tied up" at the moment?
 
maybe he wants to spend less and does not thing about treating her bad?
or he just prefers bars and is afraid of the corner.

In this modern age "hookers" dont work streets corners or alleys. I personally feel they get more respect from men than your average male with an entitled mindset of"if I buy her a few drinks she owes me a fuck." A savvy escort walks away after a half hour with $400 and didn't even have to fuck.
 
In reality and none admit this initially) men treat women like just a fuck that they somehow equate to themselves they are owed yet wouldn't dream of skipping the bullshit a just putting up cash for a casual nut bust. Why? Because they think theyre entitled and paying for it means they're failures. But with this mind frame they are failures. They fail at respecting women and objectify them viewing them as less than a hooker. Because the value amount hasnt been pre determined.
 
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