4degrees
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I stood under the awning of a corner bar and watched the nighttime drizzle come down, slicking the streets and causing people to use their windshield wipers every so often. This was one of several usual corners I'd stand and wait on, waiting for a car to pull up that I recognised...or sometimes a car I wasn't familiar with. It usually didn't take too long, I had several 'fans' who knew where to find me..
I took a long drag off my cigarette and jammed my other hand into the front pocket of my jeans. It was chilly but I try not to overdress..a jacket only if I have to. I want people to be able to get a good look at the merchandise. I wore a tight sleeveless t that read 'no limits' in modest lettering that showed off my toned arms, with a tribal tattoo on each bicep. My jeans fit pretty snugly and accentuated my bulge just enough. The awning was keeping my hair from getting too wet, it hung in long red curls to my shoulders and seemed to be one of my best marketing features. Well, that and the fact I'd do just about anything with a john.
I watched the usual array of people walk this way and that, the hookers and dragqueens..the junkies and dealers..the regular looking people who seemed like they just didn't belong here on the city street.. I had toyed with the idea in the past that I might help my 'business' if I dressed in drag, but from other's experiences with that, it seemed pretty risky. A guy can get pretty freaked out and crazy if he picks up a hooker and then realizes it's a man. So I just stuck to my normal look. It worked well, and any john could easily see what he was getting when I'd approach his rolled down car window to quickly negotiate a deal.
There were a couple 'regulars' that were more well of financially then some, who would have me stay the night in their condo or apartment. Not that I didn't have a place to stay, but it was always nice to spend the night in a place with heat or air, depending upon the time of the year. And I hadta admit, sometimes it was real comfortable falling asleep next to someone.
I smoked my cig down to the butt and flicked it into the wet street. Cars stopped at the traffic light and I'd see guys glance over at me. Some of them knew what I was there for, some were oblivious. When one would give me a longer look than a glance, I'd cup my basket for a moment or purse my lips together in a 'kiss'. If they had any doubt before, they didn't after they'd seen me do that. I hated waiting, and as I said, it didn't usually take too long. But with the chilled wet air I was getting impaitent. I had to wait it out, though. I needed some action tonight.
occ--anyone who wants to play, jump in
I took a long drag off my cigarette and jammed my other hand into the front pocket of my jeans. It was chilly but I try not to overdress..a jacket only if I have to. I want people to be able to get a good look at the merchandise. I wore a tight sleeveless t that read 'no limits' in modest lettering that showed off my toned arms, with a tribal tattoo on each bicep. My jeans fit pretty snugly and accentuated my bulge just enough. The awning was keeping my hair from getting too wet, it hung in long red curls to my shoulders and seemed to be one of my best marketing features. Well, that and the fact I'd do just about anything with a john.
I watched the usual array of people walk this way and that, the hookers and dragqueens..the junkies and dealers..the regular looking people who seemed like they just didn't belong here on the city street.. I had toyed with the idea in the past that I might help my 'business' if I dressed in drag, but from other's experiences with that, it seemed pretty risky. A guy can get pretty freaked out and crazy if he picks up a hooker and then realizes it's a man. So I just stuck to my normal look. It worked well, and any john could easily see what he was getting when I'd approach his rolled down car window to quickly negotiate a deal.
There were a couple 'regulars' that were more well of financially then some, who would have me stay the night in their condo or apartment. Not that I didn't have a place to stay, but it was always nice to spend the night in a place with heat or air, depending upon the time of the year. And I hadta admit, sometimes it was real comfortable falling asleep next to someone.
I smoked my cig down to the butt and flicked it into the wet street. Cars stopped at the traffic light and I'd see guys glance over at me. Some of them knew what I was there for, some were oblivious. When one would give me a longer look than a glance, I'd cup my basket for a moment or purse my lips together in a 'kiss'. If they had any doubt before, they didn't after they'd seen me do that. I hated waiting, and as I said, it didn't usually take too long. But with the chilled wet air I was getting impaitent. I had to wait it out, though. I needed some action tonight.
occ--anyone who wants to play, jump in