Dianne looked at herself in the mirror and found a strawberry blonde face staring back at her. She repaired her makeup, accentuating her lips and eyes, to make sure she would look far more alluring then her present demeanor demanded. She felt tired and used up. She couldn’t remember a time when she had slept for eight hours straight and woke up feeling decent. In fact, it had been a long time since she felt decent. In any respect of the word or thought she felt like trash. Her dress reflected that. She had on a ratty pair of fishnet thigh high stockings and a tight red skirt which barley covered her well worn black panties. She had on a halter top which did not completely cover her ample breast. The bottom edge of the halter seemed to just flounder in the air just about at the lowest portion of her bra that tightly strangled her bosoms. The black bra straps seemed independent of her halter and were clearly visible at fifteen feet away. She studied the cumulative result and with a sigh, left the hovel she called home.
On the street, it was just the beginning of rush hour and commuters were making their way home through heavily traveled, crowded city streets. She took her position on the street and began to eye the cars as they made their way, looking for someone who was looking back. Mary and Crystal were there working as well. Mary was semi good looking but Crystal was just seventeen and she would be hard to beat. Dianne knew she had a great figure and men liked her a lot, but if they had a choice between her or the seventeen year old, she would loose every time. A car slowed down and all three of the girls went to the passenger side as the man inside leaned over his seat to speak to the girls through the open window.
A chorus of “hi baby,” “whatyadoing,” “needs a date”, came out of the girls mouths.
“How much,” the man demanded? He was a construction worker and he had just come from the construction site down the street where they were building a twenty story office building. He must be a concrete man for the Portland cement dust seemed to hover in the air all around him.
“Which you want, baby,” Mary chirped up quickly?
“I wanna get my dick sucked, how much?” He was in a hurry, probably late for dinner with the wife and kids.
“Twenty,” Crystal replied before the other girls could say anything.
“Great, hop in,” the man pointed at Crystal and she opened his car door and hopped right in, spiting the chewing gum she had into the street. The car disappeared around the corner and into an alley nearby.
With Crystal out of the way, things would be a little easier for Dianne. This was her sixth time out of the house today and she needed at least ten more before she was done for the day. Her hovel cost her a hundred and fifty a week to rent from a guy who did not take anything but cash. The plus side is that she could bring her johns there without to much trouble. The last place she had rented, through her ass out after she had been picked up the last time for trying to do an undercover vice cop. Not only did she get busted, but she lost what little possessions she had when she was unduly evicted. She was out of jail and had a court date for next week and she needed money to pay for her place, something to eat and a lawyer. She didn’t trust the PD’s office, the last time she had she wasn’t on the street for six months and the girls in prison are a little different that the girls on the street. She knew she was going to do some time, but she was hoping it would be a bullet, (one year), or less. She smiled at the possibility of asking the judge for community service for a reduced sentence.
Mary had the shakes. She needed to get enough money to get her heroin for both her and her boyfriend tonight. They had a healthy habit of approximately a hundred dollars a day for each of them. She turned tricks and he would steal or rob anyone he could, anywhere he could to get what he needed for the day. It was going to be an easy day for Dianne. Mary would have to leave soon and it would be her and Crystal. Crystal never stood around too long before some guy three times her age whipped out his dick for her.
A car slowed down and Mary didn’t even bother to make a move, she was hurting and she was about to bail. Dianne leaned into the open window, “Hey baby,” she said with a big smile on her face.
“What’s your name.” inquired the driver. He had come from the same construction site and looked like he was a plumber. In the back seat of his car bits and pieces of copper pipe and fittings littered the floor. He had a pock marked face and was about thirty five years old. He had an overweight frame and looked to be about two hundred pounds on a short frame of maybe five foot seven tall. He smelled like solder and dust.
“Does it matter,” she answered sweetly still engaging her overly big smile. The smile hardly reflected how she felt. She just wanted to lie down and go to sleep for a couple of days and rest her bones, and her tired pussy. She was sore and she wanted to rest and recoup but she had obligations to meet.
“Suppose not,” the man chuckled a bit, “I like to get a knob job and some straight sex.”
“Sounds good, baby,” her mind was disappointed at the thought of another dick insider her but she maintained a big smile, “a hundred ought to cover the whole package.”
“How about fifty,” the man was in a bargaining mood?
“How about seventy five,” she countered?
“Well,” he seemed to hem and haw, but she knew he would go for it. He had money in his pocket and nowhere to spend it except in the local bar.
