The night had just begun for Ladacee. The sky was a pale navy blue and small stars had begun to shine through the overcast evening sky. It wasn't often that the girls even saw stars at all. Billings Ave. was in the heart of the industrial part of the city. They got there best business there. Most of their customers were blue collar workers who already smelled of booze and cigarette smoke or business men in sexless disconnected marriages. Either way their heals were always scuffed from the cracked sidewalks and the air always reaked worse than their "Just Like: Clinique Happy Heart" drugstore perfume.
The girls had just left a local tavern only twenty minutes before. The owner offered even the underage girls free shots before their shift started in exchange for a private peep show while he jacked off. The girls didn't mind. They didn't have to bend over and they were still getting free liqueur. In fact it wasn't unusual that a trick might get a sudden case of a conscience and resort to just jacking off on our tits.
Ladacee lit a cigarette and took a deep draw, leaving a ruby colored ring around the filter. She turned her head and blew the smoke away. She held the cigarette away from her body with one hand and placed the other on her hip. It was a humid night and she had not regretted deciding to wear the red mini-skirt instead of booty shorts. Her legs were coated in black fishnet stockings and patent leather stilletoe platforms. Her lucius 34C breasts were contained only in a strapless raven colored tube top.
The girls had just left a local tavern only twenty minutes before. The owner offered even the underage girls free shots before their shift started in exchange for a private peep show while he jacked off. The girls didn't mind. They didn't have to bend over and they were still getting free liqueur. In fact it wasn't unusual that a trick might get a sudden case of a conscience and resort to just jacking off on our tits.
Ladacee lit a cigarette and took a deep draw, leaving a ruby colored ring around the filter. She turned her head and blew the smoke away. She held the cigarette away from her body with one hand and placed the other on her hip. It was a humid night and she had not regretted deciding to wear the red mini-skirt instead of booty shorts. Her legs were coated in black fishnet stockings and patent leather stilletoe platforms. Her lucius 34C breasts were contained only in a strapless raven colored tube top.
