The Date

The late evening mist turned into a heavy drizzle.  Stella’s faux llama haired jacket was getting more and more soaked.  Drops of rain began to drip from the matted “wool”.  She hopped up and down a couple times to try to rid the jacket of the water but stopped as the pain in her feet shot up her legs.  After taking a couple deep breaths, she raised her right leg and rotated her ankle as best she could in the red, plastic platform boots she was wearing.  The left foot was forgotten as a silver sedan slowed down and stopped before her.

Checking to make sure her auburn wig was properly in place and her blue skirt was appropriately hiked up she stepped up to the car.

“Hi there, handsome,” Stella drawled as the passenger window motored down.  “You lookin’ for a date?”

The driver was handsome, Stella immediately noticed.  While it was always a treat to score a good looking “john” it usually meant there was some sort of perversion.  Well, that just caused her rates to go up.

“Uh, yeah, I guess I am looking for a lady to spend some money on,” the driver answered.

“What’s your pleasure,” Stella asked, drawl gone and all business.

The driver set a hundred dollar bill on the dashboard of the passenger side.  “How about we continue the negotiations in here where it’s dry.”

The “C note” was more than Stella could resist.  She got into the vehicle.  Before she had the door closed the driver was already accelerating down the boulevard.

As she reached for the bill, she stole a quick glance at her mark.  She hadn’t noticed the glasses before, but she liked how they looked.  They gave him a intellectual appearance.

“So what do I call you?” he asked as he made his way to the 405.

“I’ll be anyone you like,” Stella replied as she waived the hundred in the air.

“Your real name will suffice.”

“Well, it’s ‘Stella’.”

“So, Stella, what can I get for that hundred.”

“Mister, you can have my soul for this,” she stated, sliding the note inside her bra.

The driver took off his glasses and turned his head to face her, his eyes glowed bright red.

“Wow, looks like I’m going to get my money’s worth tonight.”

Stella gasped as the sedan barreled down the freeway.


About princessdeloso

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