Josephine Ann van deGroot stood just inside the mouth of the alley behind her apartment house. She had used the frieght elevator to get downstairs, by-passing the lobby, coming out the tradesmans entrance. She hadn't wanted anyone to see how she was dressed tonight.
Her skirt barely covered the cheeks of her rump, exposing bare skin between its hem and the elastic top stockings. She wore a thong panty but no bra and her painted nipples were obvious through the gauze-like blouse. Her face was heavily made up with bright blue eye shadow, rouged cheeks and bright red lipstick.
Finally, she dashed from the shadows, across the side walk on her unaccustomed three inch heels, to her car which she had earlier parked near the alley. Quickly, she slid in behind the wheel and started the engine.
In only minutes she was parked in the lot at Tony's Lounge, as close to the side door as possible. Inside, this end of the bar was empty and she quickly took the end stool. The leather padding was cold where her almost bare tush made contact. Except for three men at the other end of the long bar, the room was empty.
"What'll it be, Lady," Tony asked, placing a cardboard coaster on the bar in front of her.
"Make it JD on the rocks, with a lime, please" she answered.
She watched as he took the black labelled bottle from the shelf and poured a hefty shot over the ice. He squeezed a wedge of lime into the amber colored liquid and, returning to her place at the bar, placed it on the coaster. "You want to run a tab." he asked.
Jo nodded 'yes' as she picked the glass up to sip the smooth liquor. Tony walked to the group at other end of the bar and was soon involved in their conversation.
She had just lit a cigarette when a voice from behind her asked, "You workin' Babe?"
Without turning around, Jo answered, putting on her best hooker accent, "Yeah, I'm workin'. What do ya have in mind?"
"It depends on the pay scale."
Speaking softly she answered. "A han' job is twennyfive, a blow job is fifty, a romp between my legs is wun-fifty and, anal is two. What's your pleasure?"
"How about a trip around the world?"
"You must be a high roller, mister. That'll cost you anywhere from four to five hunnert, depending on how you hold up. And, a room's extra, we don't do that in the back seat of a car."
"Sounds fair to me and I've already got a room, a motel room over on Sixth Ave. My car's in the lot out back."
"I want half up front," Jo said as she slid into the passenger seat. "Gimme two fifty now."
"No problem." He pulled a wad of bills from his pocket and peeled off two hundred and fifty dollars. "There, does that seal the contract?"
"Yeah, consider it sealed," as she stuffed the bills into her purse. "Now, show me your motel."
The car moved quietly from trhe parking lot and in about three minutes was parking in front of the end unit at the Sunrise Motel. There were several cars parked in front of other units, about half occupied.
Once inside the room, both quickly stripped to bare skin. Jo noticed he was already sporting a semi-hardon. Her 'customer' brought out a bottle of Jack Daniels and proceed to pour some into two glasses. "Damn," he exclaimed, "no ice. Here, take the bucket and go get some from the machine."
