It was little wonder that the girls were keeping their distance – she was scaring off the johns, scaring off all the regular ones like me. I didn’t want to bone a monster; I wanted some cute little thing who could sit on my lap and coo and moan and bite her lip and tell me not to stop, not yet, not yet. I wanted to fuck a girl who made me feel like a man.
But with traffic as bad as it was… and the light turned red… and the car in front of me stopped short, of course that’s where I chirped to a halt, right in front of her. My window was already down (stupid), but I sure as hell didn’t pull over to the curb. She walked out to me.
“Are you here for a good time?”
The weird thing was, she sounded truly interested in the answer – it wasn’t just a mindless utterance like you got from the other girls. Her eyes, dark and shiny as obsidian, peered intently at me.



