Jumping Ship

[Baddie4Life]

It was a cold and windy November evening as the sound of people laughing and having a good time could be heard through the streets of the city. Lights flickered along the pavements as people moved around in their going out attire. Outside one particular flashy club called Iconic there was a growing queue forming to get in…everyone wanting to get in out the wind. Within that queue Sabrina’s knees shook together furiously as her legs were chilled to the bone. Even though she was wearing some sheer black tights, it made little difference in the autumnal gusts. Her legs felt naked, but atleast her feet were a bit more protected she thought, encased in her black suede ankle boots and they really complimented her tights too. It was a great combo.

The rest of her outfit consisted of some really short blue denim shorts, belt and then like some kind of sheer nylon upper body vest mostly covered by a black jacket. The jacket was warm, but the gap from her waste to her neck of exposed nylon was another chill point. Beneath that nylon vest could be seen the outline of her black bra. It was all quite seductive in a way. Her lovely brown brunette hair came down below each shoulder. She had a very attractive face and a well made up face. She knew how to look good fit her clients.

Tonight she knew this wasn’t just pleasure, it was business. For the last few months she’d been subsidising her tuition costs by doing a little escorting. It started off with a few guys around campus and then a professor or two. Now she’d moved on to the more wealthy students from the more expensive college…it was first for cash, but since she’s been doing it she started to enjoy the buzz of being taken out and about. Sometimes she was wined and dined at some really nice places. Other times she’d stay with clients in expensive hotels. It wasn’t that she didn’t know the risks involved, but she loved the thrill and the money she’d made had not only covered her tuition, it had allowed her to buy some nice designer clothes, expensive perfume and even cars were now in her reach.

Tonight she was with a posh student from the fancy top college tuition fully paid and with a boat load of cash for whatever or whoever he wanted. Erik, he wasn’t much to look at, but they had met on another night out and got talking. She’s agreed to go with him tonight. She stood in the line thinking about the hundreds she would make tonight, that kept her warm inside…but it didn’t stop the cold beating through between her legs…then up her tight shorts.

“When will get in…I really need to pee” she said jokingly as she held his arm and brushed her hair back out of her eyes.

“Don’t worry, we are almost there and then we can do some dancing…that’ll warm you up” said Erik as he got a bit further up. They were almost there. Around them someone fired off the cork of a Champagne bottle.

“I hope you’ve got my gift” said Sabrina in a little teasing way as her hand felt his right pocket of his trouser. However it was empty.

“Oh yes. It’s safe and sound…” he said patting something inside his jacket.

“…you’ll get what’s coming to you, as will I” he said as he faced her and his hand moved behind her and squeezed the tight buttox of her shorts. Her face smiled and winked to him her hand still in his trouser pocket…she also felt something and gave a little squeeze. His eyes lit up “naughty girl” he said.

She couldn’t believe how far she had gone with this side hustle in such a short amount of time, but so far so good. Now they moved up and through the doors of the club.

“I’ll get us some drinks” said Erik as he moved to the bar. Sabrina followed, forgetting her need to pee now they were inside and warm. She looked around scanning the room…she felt strangely alone considering she’d come here with Erik. She wondered who else might by in the club…hopefully no one she knew.

 

[justabrick]

Sandro spotted the couple as soon as they walked into the club from his vantage point at the corner of the bar. They were well-dressed- clearly, they had money. But something was... off. What was a so-so guy doing with such a drop-dead gorgeous girl? She seemed to be upset about something, but at the same time, clung to this average-looking kid.

He looked over at the girl- she was dressed in a way that told him she was trying to impress, too. And it worked. Sandro watched out of the corner of his eye as they made their way to the bar, with his hand gently on a bulge in his jacket pocket. It was the wrong shape and size to be a gun. A wad of money, maybe. Judging by the size, way more than this club required. Things were starting to click.

Sandro had some money in the bank, himself, but unlike the snobby rich college kids in this city, he wasn't born into it. From a young age, growing up on the outskirts of town, he had learned to hustle and grind his way through life, joining a gang when he was 16. Through muscle and street smarts, he'd made his way to near the top of the pecking order, and sometimes, he felt like he ran this town. This was one of those times. He smelled an opportunity, and he wasn't about to let it slip. He took one last sip of his drink, ran his hand over his neatly trimmed beard, then the muscles hidden by his leather jacket, and moved down the bar towards them.

"How you doin'? I'm Sandro," he smiled, sat next to the guy on the side where the bulge in his jacket was, and held out his smooth, large hand, first to the girl, then the guy. As tall as she was in her heels, he was a little taller, and he enjoyed the view.

 

[Baddie4Life]

Sabrina was taken aback by the confidence of the stranger and gladly took his hand in response. He was very tall and handsome, unlike her date…Eric seemed surprised… maybe even caught off guard. He seemed to do is best to pretend this wasn’t happening.

“We are good…just got in from that westher outside…I’m Sabrina and this is Erik” she said introducing them both as she stood with her legs crossed, a bit giddy.
Erik was busy ordering some drinks for the two of them and partly ignored the Sandro guy a bit rudely.

“Sandro…an interesting name” she said as she stood between them and was passed a drink by Erik…some kind of vodka mixer. “You come here often?” She asked him.

 

[justabrick]

"This is my hood, yeah," Sandro smiled, and held eye contact. "How about you, Sabrina? You from around here?"

He aimed to distract them both just long enough to slip his hand inside this Eric guy's pocket for a fraction of a second. It was almost too easy- Sabrina seemed to melt just as soon as she looked at him, and Eric didn't want to acknowledge him in any way. And the best target is someone who won't look at you.

He slid onto the barstool beside Eric, and enthusiastically chatted with Sabrina across from him, at one point bumping up against Eric, and slipping the wad of cash into his own pocket. It was thick- this girl must charge a bundle! He hoped she was worth it...

"Well, I better be going. I'm meeting someone at the bar across the street," he said, patting Eric on his slender shoulder, and giving Sabrina a sly wink.

With that, he got up, straightened out his jacket once more, and disappeared, walking straight to Rick's Place, the bar across the street.