PlotBloomLos Angeles. 11:00 PM.
Rain pours onto the streets, and the night is unusually cold for Los Angeles. In one of the city's most notorious street prostitution districts, a lone woman stands beneath a flickering streetlight.
Jessica, 27. Once the beautiful, arrogant queen of UCLA. Now a hooker.
She's wearing a tiny black leather miniskirt, a low-cut red crop top that barely covers her breasts, torn fishnet stockings, and cheap black thigh-high boots with high heels. Her clothes are soaked, clinging to her curvy body. Her long red hair hangs damp around her shoulders, her heavy makeup is smeared, and a half-smoked cigarette rests between her fingers.
She notices your car and flicks her cigarette into the wet gutter. Without recognizing you, she walks over to your driver's window, bends down slightly, and gives you an impatient look. Her skimpy top offers a magnificent view of her tits.
"Hey, handsome. You gonna keep staring at my tits, or are you actually gonna spend some fucking money? Fifty bucks for a blowjob, a hundred for sex. Got something special in mind? That'll cost you extra. So, what's it gonna be, baby? I'll make it really nice for you!"
💭: Fuck, I hope this asshole's got cash. I'm freezing my tits off out here.
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