What A Girl Has To Do

[Ladacee]

This is a place of prostitution. I'd like to play one and as many men and women want to join are welcome.

The night air is thick with the intoxicating smells of sweat and smog. Ladacee stands on in her usual position-- one nimble hand on her thin waste, a hip cocked to the side and opposite foot out. Ladacee balances on enormouse yellow platform sandles and uses her free hand to rake through her mass of curls. Her hair is a natural dark brown but has cheeply colored strands of red, blonde, and black.

She sighs. It had been a slow night and the heat was almost unbearable. Her bossom was encased by a yellow corset and it glistened with persperation. She shifted legs and leaned on the opposite hip, her back aching from the night before. She watched as car after car drove by. Some layed on their horns or shouted catcalls from their windows.. only few slowed down to examine their options.

 

[Red_Power_borg]

A black van pulled up beside her. Inside was youngman to be about 20 something dressed in a grey tshirt and black jeans. He rolls down the window"Hello there"he said to her.

 

[Ladacee]

When a car finally pulled up Ladacee responded before any of the other girls could. She tramped over, one leg crossing in front of the other, in her massive heals and leaned on the open window. Her back arched and ass in the air, as is the customary way to approach the cars, she smiled hazily at the man inside. She gave a loud sniff (she couldn't help it since she started snorting) and looked him in the eye.

"Hey mister."

 

[Red_Power_borg]

"I am feeling a bit lonely and looking for a date"he said as she leaned in to his van. He has short brown ahir with hazel eyes. The van was one of those custom conversion.

 

[Ladacee]

(Is it possible that you could write in a little more detail?)

Ladacee sighed. Her back was really killing her. She could feel a breeze blow up her skirt and cool her. She wasn't wearing any panties. When she did she'd usually end up loosing them or sometimes the men she was with would take them as souvenires.

"A date? Heh..." Ladacee gave a sarcastic laugh. It had been a few hours and the coke was starting to where off. "Do I look like an escort service?"

 

[Red_Power_borg]

"No but I think my money is green enough for you"he said as he was not going to wait his time if she wasnt wanting to play. He had work a long shit at the airport and was in need of release. He was bit nerdy looking with his glasses but a trendy geek.

 

[Ladacee]

"No but I think my money is green enough for you"he said as he was not going to wait his time if she wasnt wanting to play. He had work a long shit at the airport and was in need of release. He was bit nerdy looking with his glasses but a trendy geek.

Ladacee rolled her eyes. "Let me see how green your money is."

She noticed that he was nerdy in a trendy sort of way. She imagined that maybe he was a virgin and it had taken him a lot of gut and desperation to pick up a hooker in this part of town. She looked away, her back still arched, while he dug for his wallet.

 

[Red_Power_borg]

He pulls out a nice size role of cash that look like about $2000 in cash "Will this work"he said to her as he flashes her the cash.

 

[pen_an_dink]

Paul sat sweating and staring at the computer screen. He was disgusted with himself. Gobs of cum covered his hand and he had forgotten to bring the Kleenex box. He couldn’t risk dashing down the hall for toilet paper so he sat and let the semen dry. “You’re such a loser,” he muttered to himself. The blinking of a naked spread-eagled woman which had enflamed him moments ago now looked more like a gynecological text book.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” He asked the empty room. “A real fucking woman.” He whispered these complaints in fear that his mother might hear. “First year university student. Horny as a fucking hound and still a goddam virgin.” He looked down at his flaccid dick wilting in his fist and grimaced. “Enough of this shit.” The back of his bedroom door was a full length mirror. He stared at himself seated at the keyboard. Tall, young, dark, normal looking he mused. “Lots of creeps at school are getting it regular. What the fuck is wrong with me?” He vowed to find a real girl no matter how many rejections. “I’m just too fucking shy.” He concluded openly. “Fuck it. I’m through with this cyber shit. I’m gonna find somebody.” He punched off the computer and went to bed.

The next night found him back at the screen squeezing the head of his cock through his trousers and surfing for that certain pic. Suddenly, however, he slapped his palm on the desk, fumbled in the drawer for a stash of bills, threw on his jacket and stormed out the door. He kept his nerve for the twenty minute walk to Billings Ave. He had passed the hookers ‘plying their trade’ there since he was a kid. “What the fuck… Lots a guys use em… It beats the fuck outa the palm of my hand.” I argued and urged himself on as he marched along.

Then he saw them, a row of them and he turned away. “I’ll get a fucking disease and my dick will drop off.” He took a few steps then wheeled back around. He repeated this circuit three times then. Pulled up his collar and inched his was towards the girls. Some of them saw his act and chuckled. Cautiously, he drew near.

 

[Ladacee]

Then he saw them, a row of them and he turned away. “I’ll get a fucking disease and my dick will drop off.” He took a few steps then wheeled back around. He repeated this circuit three times then. Pulled up his collar and inched his was towards the girls. Some of them saw his act and chuckled. Cautiously, he drew near.

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 colar 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 underaged 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 liquer. 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. That's when she hear the other girls chuckle. Without even turning her head she knew that meant some poor sap must be making his way down to Billings. Despite the fact that she'd had the same amount of alcohol as them she never let it interfere with her work. The other girls found amusement out of degrading their tricks... but Ladacee never did. She just did what she had to and collected her cash.

Rolling her eyes at her giggling coworkers she took another hit off her cigerette. With the smoke still lingering between her cheeks she strutted past the other girls. "Keep laughing, Ladies... I'm here to work." A few of the girls made faces of disgust while the others felt ashamed. Ladacee's stilletoes clicked against the eroding cement as she approached the young man.

Before reaching him she hit her cigerette and threw it to the side.

"Hey, handsome. You lost?"

 

[pen_an_dink]

"Hey, handsome. You lost?" The girl called out to Paul. He merely stared and shuffled his feet.

"I.. uh...I" his mouth had turned to cotton. The old shyness engulfed him. He had imagined himself saying "who wants a fuck?" or,"how much for a blowjob?"
They were whores he figured. They expect a guy to talk like that. You gotta sound tough... experienced. But seeing this pretty lady - lady, she was not much older than him. Stand before him he was flustered.

He expected a hooker to be an old powdery faced, bright red lipped, skank but she was pretty. Her skirt revealed long and shapely thighs her breasts swelled in her low cut top. She could be one of the sexy girls at the university that he stared at in the cafeteria at noon then jerked off to at night. She was far too forward to be one of those however and stepped closer to him. So close in fact that he could smell the perfume and tobacco. She swung her hips as she walked and he stared, hypnotized by the "V" of her crotch as she walked and lusted over her real live cunt.

She asked him another question but he could not hear her through the fog of his own excitement. His cock was bulging, tenting out the front of his pants and he wondered if she had noticed. He could not make out what she asked but he looked at her soft lips. "Did she actually suck off strange men... strange horny old men... ugly perverted men." He wanted everything but had no idea what to ask. Where to go. How to begin. Finally he blurted out.

"I have sixty-seven dollars and eighty four cents." He reached into his pocket and held the sum out to her. "What can I get." He looked at her then quickly looked down at the change and rumpled bills in his hand.

 

[HelpMeImLost]

Jim Fergusson let a long frustrated breath out in the cool night air. "This shit's ridiculous", he thought to himself. "They've got no fucking right to send me back to this shit." He mindlessly played with the butt on his Glock sidearm. "Maybe I'll get to shoot someone, and releive some stress", he thought.

Jim was a cop. He had been serving this fair city for the past 18 years. At one time he had been young and ideallistic. He actually beleived he could make a difference, and work toward a better society. After a few years of hard knocks, he came to realize that things don't work that way. By always doing the right thing, he was continually getting passed over for promotions, and he wasn't making any friends in the street. It didn't take long to figure out that, for Jim anyway, the best way to get ahead in this world was to play dirty. That's exactly what he did. Jim played by his own rules.
Not only had it gotten him up the ladder quicker, it had also lead to more personal satisfaction. Jim had a secret stockpile of cash that he had been saving up from taking "look away" money from some of the local mobsters. Getting pussy had never been difficult either. All he had to do was go down to Billings Ave. and take some whore into custody. He'd threaten to take her in if she didn't perform whatever he desired.
Of course, Jim was also lucky that he'd never been investigated by Internal Affairs. A blind monkey could've seen that he didn't follow departmental policy on many of the things he did throughout his shift.
As things go, Jim had been lucky throughout his career, and kissed ass to the right people. He had been through several promotions, and got himself to a cushy desk job. He got a massive pay raise, and didn't have to deal with the "street vermin" anymore. Life was good.
Well, life was good until he got caught banging the cheif's overly horny wife on the back of a corvette in the impound. Apparently she had a thing for taking risks. Unfortunately for Jim, the risk they took meant he didn't get to blow his load. It also meant that he got demoted back to a beat cop.

"Absolute fucking bullshit." He muttered to himself as he rounded the corner to the part of Billings he was looking for. "At least I can find some skank to release some stress on."

[OOC: I don't want to interrupt what you two have going on, I just want to get in line, should another female player enter the thread.]