Ripper

Prologue

Ana stood on the street corner. She shivered in the cold autumn air and looked down at her sleeveless crop-top and shorts that barely covered the top of her thighs. She looked up and down the street, half willing someone to come down at that moment to pick her up for the night.
"At least I'd be out of the cold," she thought. It was then that she saw a pair of headlights coming from the distance. She instantly did the best she could to look appealing, arching her back and turning her feet in while using her crossed arms to push her breasts together and up, increasing her cleavage.
"Come on," she thought, "stop. I need the money." It was true, if she didn't need it, then she wouldn't be here. She was a college student, and had been attending the closest university until recently when her scholarship had become invalid, and she'd been forced to work the corner of 10th and Jefferson to pay her bills and keep food on the table. The car had stopped now. It was across the street, and Ana hurried towards it, taking care to watch for cars that could be coming down the street.
"A hooker remembering to look both ways," she thought, "Like getting hit's the worst of my worries." She was in front of the driver's window now, and she tapped on the glass while bending over, keeping her legs straight to allow her rear to be well displayed. "Looking for a good time honey? I could make tonight really worth your while." She said, biting her lower lip. She'd found men seemed to find that appealing in her time working the street.
She didn't receive a verbal answer, and the window stayed rolled-up, but the back door opened. Ana realized this may not be the best idea, but money was money, and if she didn't go with this guy, then she'd have to wait even longer before someone else showed up, increasing her chances of getting mugged, raped, or worse.
Ana got in the back seat and closed the door, praying that maybe this guy was going to turn out to be a nice man who just wanted company for the night.
Outside, the sound of car doors locking could be heard accompanied by screeching tires as a single pair of headlights hurried down Jefferson.