When she emerged from the shadowy side street to Wilson Blvd., she hesitated for a split second, before continuing to he corner, where she turned right and leisurely sauntered past the drugstore entrance. Once past the doors she shopped and took up her position next to the doors, leaning against the building. She did not smile at the men as they walked past her, but she made a one second long eye contact with each, which said "I am available".
Everything about her said, "I am a prostitute". Her age must have been something like early or mid thirties, judging by her face, which was over done with too much eye make-up and a garish, screaming lipstick. Aside from her face everything about her looked more like a twenty year old with a slim body, and shapely, long legs.
Her beautiful legs were accentuated by a pair of black four inch heels. Her black mini skirt, which was almost a micro, reached just far enough down to cover what was a probably shaven pussy. Instead of a blouse she wore an unusual white tank top, which did hide her tits and displayed them at the same time. As with most prostitutes she wore no jewelry, there were not even any tattoos. Had it not been for the heavy make-up, she certainly would have been a very pretty lady.
Once in while a guy would stop and talk to her, but after exchanging a few sentences, he would walk on. She either was too choosy, or she charged too much. It was not until her fourth potential customer talked to her, that she nodded her head and let herself be led away, with the customer's arm around her waist.
She returned about 45 minutes later with another, much younger prostitute. They slowly made their way along the sidewalk, looking over the guys walking past. The two girls seemed to know each rather well, walking arm in arm. At the drugstore they parted and the older one took up her post again, next to the entry doors.
Ten minutes later a car stopped and as usual, the driver honked. But unlike before, this time she walked to the car, stick her head inside, and talked to the driver. While she was bent over she answered a question I had had. Indeed, she did not wear any panties, much to the delight of the few guys in the vicinity. A few moments later she opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.
* * * * *
I had just finished a phone call when the door bell rang. It was Jennie, my neighbor, as I had expected. She was in a happy mood, hugged me and kissed me with exuberance. That husband of hers will have an eye full, I figured. They love role playing and at one time he had mentioned he would like to have a picture of her dressed like a slut. Well, he got much more than he bargained for.
"Whoa," she almost shouted. "What an evening I had. It sure was an evening never to be forgotten. I never had such a combination of embarrassment, fun, sexual excitement and fantasies; it was almost too much. And now I am looking forward to the next installment."
"You played your part like a pro, and so did your brother. This was about as close to real as it can get. What did you tell the guys that stopped by how much you charge?"
"I didn't. I told them I was waiting for my boyfriend."
There was another question I had. "I almost freaked out when I saw you coming back with that young girl. Where did you find her? How did you hook up with her?"
"Oh, you mean Sally. She was at the next corner and we started to talk. I told her that I was not real, that this was a spoof. She told me that she called herself Sally, and that she worked the streets because she needed the money for the drugs her pimp bought for her. She said she was sixteen. She wanted to walk back with me to here, so I let her."
"I don't know if you realize it, but that will be one of the best shots of the video. It lends credence to the rest of it," I explained to her.
I noticed that she became a little restless, or maybe she was still so full of excitement that she could not sit still. I did find out soon what her urgency was when she blurted out, "why don't we finish what we started, so I can get home before hubby. His shift finishes at four and I want at least one hour to myself. I don't want him to catch me with this make-up I have plastered on my face."
I sure was willing and I told her so. "I set up the light stands, and the backdrop is in place, so let's go upstairs and get started. She followed me up the stairs after she took off her heels. She looked somewhat baffled as she inspected my den. Maybe she got cold feet and wanted to back out. I hoped not, but I had to know. I am the kind of guy who wouldn't do anything against a lady's wishes, especially in this strange situation.
So I asked her, "is there something wrong? You had a strange look on your face just a moment ago when you inspected my den."
"Everything is fine," she answered. "I just did not expect to see a bed in your den. But I like the arrangement. I am sure that every proper prostitute has a bed somewhere to conduct business." That was a funny answer and both of us had a good laugh. Jennie sure had a wonderful sense of humor.
I told her what I had in mind and she agreed. It was about the same scenario she had envisioned, we seemed to be a good team, thinking very much along the same lines.
I screwed the camera to its stand and made sure of the angle. Next I turned on the two light stands, made my adjustments so the scene was more subdued and started the camera tolling.
Jennie walked into the scene, followed by me. I knew what she wanted, even without her holding out her hand. I pulled out my billfold and handed her some bills. After she had carefully counted the money, she lifted the mattress and put the money underneath. I had been wondering what she was going to do with it. What an actress she was.
She motioned me to sit on the edge of the bed so she could remove my shoes and socks, then pulled me uptight again.
I stepped close and kissed her, always being careful to let the camera see our tongues darting in and out. Jennie responded immediately as I had thought she would. No question, she was definitely turned on. My hands moved to her breast and I massaged her tits through the flimsy material of the tank top she was wearing.
We broke the kiss so she could remove that hindrance and I continued playing with her tits, twisting her nipples.