The Witching Hour Killer

NINE - JOANNA

Friday 29th October, AM

The thin fishnet stockings and short cut mini skirt were no match for this icy cold October night. I was just thankful for the knee high boots that provided some warmth to my otherwise bare legs.
I decided against wearing my signature leather jacket as I wanted to make as much money as possible tonight, so I stood only in the skirt and a lacy bralette that pushed my breasts together for maximum cleavage potential. I was feeling good, confident and sexy as I walked towards the next car that pulled up on the corner.

"What will it be tonight, handsome?" I rested my elbows on the edge of the open window.

"Anything that twenty will get me, beautiful." The middle aged man replied, his eyes raking over every defined curve on my body before giving an approving nod. "Hop in."

I did as I was told and walked towards the passenger side, closing the door behind me, grateful that his heater was on.
"Just around the corner you'll find a more private spot." I pointed in front of me. "Then I'm all yours."

He put the vehicle into gear immediately and crawled down the street towards the spot agreed on.
When he stopped again, I pulled my hair back and tied it with the scrunchie on my wrist, ready to get to business.
His fly was already unzipped and I ducked my head, taking him into my mouth and giving him the best five minutes that twenty pounds could pay for.

A few jerks and grunts later from the stranger with thinning grey hair signalled that he was done and I sat back up, wiping my lips with the back of my hand and flashing him a sultry smile.
"Wow, you're a natural." He exclaimed breathlessly attempting to compose himself post-climax.

"I get that a lot." I winked and released my thick black hair from the ponytail, letting it tumble over my chest. "That'll be twenty please."

The man pulled out a singular purple note and handed it to me, flashing the golden wedding band around his finger.
It's always the married ones, I thought as I stuffed my earnings into my purse and opened the car door.
Just as my stiletto heels hit the hard concrete, he shut the door behind me and sped off down the road and out of sight.

The easiest twenty quid ever.

I made my way back to my corner waiting for more clients, the cold temperatures seeming more bearable now.
Barely twenty minutes had passed before a blacked out BMW parked up next to me, windows rolled down to show a younger guy wearing a baseball cap and tinted Ray Bans that attempted to obscure his face. Another rich trust fund type with mucky blonde hair that peeked out of the sides of his hat. He was kind of cute, I thought.

"Hey, honey. Looking for a good time?"

"I have fifty and I like my women quiet and I like to take my time." He snapped abruptly and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. They always say that until they know what I can do to them.

"Ooo, ok big boy." My feminine voice hid the taunting undertones as I climbed into the rich guy's car. "For fifty, you can have whatever you want. Just pull up around the corner where it's more private."

For the tenth time tonight, I was driven to my secluded location and he turned the engine off, keeping the beautiful leather heated seats on so my rear was suitably toasty.
"So, what do you want?" I placed my hand on his thigh and squeezed.

"I said I wanted you quiet." The abruptness never left him and I was beginning to get a little irked by the cocky shit.

"Ok." I pulled my bralette over my head and he started to pull down his jeans.
I reached into my purse and fished out a foil packet and waved it in front of him. "Wrap it first, though."