Hyde Road - Listen to the prostitute
From Create Your Own Story
She smiles at you, and you reply. "Evening." Your hands in your pockets keeping them out of the cold. She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, easing the pressure caused by the rather high heels of her boots. She has long dark hair that has been pinned up, long strands framing her face. She looks younger than you would have expected, but there is a dullness in her face. She is wearing a tight fitting, leopard print bolero with a zip up the middle, accentuating her hefty chest, the long arms of the jacket ending in a ball of fluff around her wrists. The same fur surrounds the collar which looks to be keeping her neck warm. Her midriff however is covered in little more than a chemise, which you can't help but feel must be freezing. Below that she is wearing a short, red, latex skirt and a pair of really high black boots that end just below her skirt, a feat which is fairly impressive considering the shortness of the skirt.
Your eyes dart down her figure and back up to her face again, you don't want to be seen to be checking her out but she has noticed you taking a look. She smiles suggestively at you as she shifts her weight to the other leg again. "Do you like what you see?" she asks playfully.
You avoid the question with your reply, but truly it is out of genuine concern. "Are you not freezing?" Questioning her with the foremost thing on your mind. Her face shows she is touched by your concern although you are convinced it's all just a part of the act, business is business in this trade.
"Yes," she replies, rubbing her hand up her body in a way that could hardly be seen to add any kind of warmth. "It's so very cold out here." She pouts a little as she speaks. "I'd much rather be wrapped up in bed against a hot..." she pauses for a moment. "Body." It has been a while and it would be lie to say you weren't tempted.
You open your mouth as if to say something, but pause. You look past her at your car, still parked in front of the petrol pump. Jack is leaning against the car, and has a broad smile across his face, perhaps he is enjoying how the situation is making you uncomfortable.
She notices she has momentarily lost your attention and glances in the direction your eyes are looking. She puts one hand on your shoulder bringing your attention back to her. "My handsome man, why don't you pull into the motel. Just ask for room 102, the road can wait." She runs her hand down to your chest with just the tip of her bright red nail touching your sternum. "You won't regret it." She pulls her hand away and puts two fingers to her lips blowing you a kiss as she turns around walks away.
Your eyes linger longingly on her, and while you know that this is little more than business transaction for her you can't but help feel aroused.
