Aileen

Aileen held the cigarette holder in her hand, Hepburn styled, and took a smoke out of it. It was one of those long nights where no one was actually out prowling the streets and looking for love. Already she was about a month over due for her rent, and her pimp wasn't making things easy with his threats to disfigure her for not bringing in as much money as the other girls.

But there was little choice in the matter. It was just a bad month, what with the cold winters and all. Asking a working girl on the streets to make as much during winter as in fall was just bordering on the impossible. She could change her pimp, but he was known to hurt others really bad if he discovered that his girls were stolen and taken over by others.

Aileen wasn't ugly. She looked skinny, like that Ally McBeal character on the TV. She had to wear fishnet stockings and a short mini-skirt to work the streets, but thankfully, her pimp wasn't that evil to demand that she wear only a tube top---she had a faux mink coat on to keep warm. Standing along the street corner and smoking on her cigarette the way a 1950s woman would gave her a certain classiness that was hard to find among the other street walkers.

A car pulled up, and the driver slowed down while rolling his window down. He gawked at Aileen. She could feel his lecherous eyes tracing her black heels up her fishnet covered legs up to her short black mini-skirt and up to her faux mink coat, mentally undressing her along the way. Despite being in the business for nearly two years now, the initial encounter with a client always creeped her out. It was at that moment that she felt the most demeaned, like as though she were a hunk of meat hung out for public scrutiny and examination.

The driver whistled at her and gesticulated. Aileen pulled the cigarette away from her and walked towards him, her legs moving one in front of the other in a straight line, with her hips swaying seductively. When she arrived at the window, she bent over while keeping her legs straight, sticking her hips into the air and bringing her face close to his, while exposing some of her cleavage through the hanging top opening of her faux mink coat.

She blew some of the menthol smoke from her cigarette into the driver's face, and he gave a smile of approval.

``What're you doing for?''

``Twenty a blow, thirty a massage, fifty for the full package and one hundred for the GFE,'' Aileen rattled off from memory. ``You pay for wherever you take me, and I have protection.''

``I like those numbers,'' he replied as he winked at her. ``Get in the car and let's go somewhere fun.''

Aileen stood back up and removed the cigarette stub from the holder and dropped it onto the ground, extinguished it with the foot of her heels, before walking over to the passenger side of the car and letting herself in.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 12-Jan-2014 16:08:42)