"Night Shift" (A Group Prostitution RP)

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"Night Shift"

A Group Prostitution RP
(See bottom on this post for details)​

Henry Bale caught movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up from mopping the Morgue hallway. His eyes widened as he caught sight of a familiar face.

He didn't know her name, but he knew her body. She lived a floor below his 7th floor apartment in a run down, rent-controlled building at 33rd and Maple. They'd chatted in the hall a few times, but after she'd caught him ogling her incredible form, he'd been too embarrassed to approach her.

And now, here she was exiting the...

Oh, crap! he thought.

The room his neighbor was exiting from was the anteroom ... for the viewing room. She'd just come from identifying a body! Henry's assumption, of course, was that it was a family member or, perhaps, a close friend. He wanted to go to her, to comfort her, but remembering how she'd caught his gaze on her boosted bosom, he was hesitant.

Then, she looked up, caught sight of him, and smile politely. Despite the widening lips -- which he had longed to have on his lips and dick, too -- he could sense anxiety in her expression. He wouldn't have expected anything different, of course: someone she knew had just died.

He drew and exhaled a courage building breath, set the mop against the wall, and strode her way. He wasn't going to let a little bit of embarrassment in the elevator keep him from paying his respects ... and possibly get to know her just a little bit more.

He couldn't believe he was doing it as he advanced down the hall, but he was ogling her again. She was an erotically beautiful woman, with a shapely figure shown off well by a tight fitting, skimpy dress that was strapless and barely extended past her butt cheeks. It was almost 3am, so he assumed that maybe she'd been out dancing or attending a wild party.

As he stepped up to her and caught her eye, he smiled and informed her, "Henry ... from upstairs..."

She nodded, returning his smile, but said nothing.

He waited for her to divert his eyes before he ogled her once more. He suddenly realized that he had no reason to feel guilty for having eyeballed her that day in the building or even here now. She was putting her beautiful body out there for all to see: it was only human nature to want to look her over.

"I ... I don't mean to pry," he said tentatively when she looked back to him, "But ... did you lose someone important to you today?"

His neighbor blew him away when she answered quite bluntly, "Yes. My pimp."

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OOC: For the general story idea, see the Seeking Writers Post.

The Neighbor above is an available character. I see her as the central hooker, the one with whom Henry negotiates the creation of his Troop of Whores ... and the woman with whom he has sex and, eventually, falls in love. This character is central, so I am looking for a writer who wants a deep involvement and will post almost every day.