Street Walker

Street Walker - Chapter 1

That night the stars gleamed in the sky. Each one you could plainly see twinkled. It was only 7 o’clock yet it was getting dark, and a cool breeze was in the air. My Louis Vuitton pumps clicked on the pavement each step I took. My tiny fitting tank top showed some of my cleavage, but it didn’t really matter, and my Britney Spears jeans were starting to fade. They also had a hole in the thigh, but to me it made them look cute and vintage. I had also done my hair, and makeup in the public bathroom. To some I looked well put, and like I had no care in the world.

That was the exact opposite.

The city lights of Seattle gleamed, and cars passed by, one after one. Some would slow down to stare at a women walking in the city at this hour. Some would just keep driving, and some would even honk. I kept walking, trying to make it seem like I had somewhere to go. But I didn’t, I had no home, and just a small bag of my belongings. My job didn’t bring me much, just enough to buy me food for a day, and sometimes a stay at a cheap motel. Right as I was just about to go up to the cross walks, a decent car pulled beside me rolling down its window,

“How much will it cost for an hour?” A man that looked about in his mid-30’s asked, his voice deep and he wasn’t bad looking, just not my type.

Quickly I had stopped, and looked around making sure that this didn’t look suspicious, I bit my lip, and looked down at my heels. I simply answered “$100 dollars,” and I quickly walked to the passenger door, getting inside this strange man’s car.  My eyes traveled around the vehicle making sure that I saw nothing dangerous. He was clean, and then I looked at the man. He started up his car again, and then drove off. It was an awkward silence. But most the time, it was always like this.

Halfway through driving, the man spoke, but his voice sounded uninterested, and like he just didn’t simply care. Which I didn’t mind, I just wanted to get this all over with, so I could get my money and get a night at a cheap motel, and not have to sleep on a park bench or in a public bathroom.

“What’s your name?”

I looked back at him, and then back out my window, as I answered. “Eva.”

“So what are your conditions?” He finally looked at me, as he raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean my conditions?”

“Like no kissing, or wearing condoms. Stuff like that.”

By now I really wanted to get this all over with. I sighed, and shrugged. Trying to just think of different things so I could keep my mind preoccupied, “just wear a condom, I guess...” my voice trailed on the last part.

He nodded okay, before giving me another glance, and he kept driving. Soon enough we stopped at what looked like an apartment building. He shut the engine off, and climbed out of his car, as I did to. He walked inside the building, as I followed him. We walked up some stairs, before he opened his apartment door, and quickly shut it behind us. Then he relocked it, and put his keys on a side table. He looked at me, and then lead me too what looked like his bedroom. It was a normal guy’s bedroom, somewhat messy, and smelled like pot.

I sat on his bed, as he sat beside me. He then kissed me, his hand traveling to my waist. Gripping onto my hip, and then trailing to my zipper, and button. He undid them both, as I lay back, trying to focus, on other things in my mind. He wasn’t the best kisser, but he certainly wasn’t one of the worst kissers either. But his mouth tasted like whiskey, which I absolutely dreaded. Without hesitation he removed my pants, and my heels soon slid off. Then he went for his clothes, and started to remove them.

Soon enough, we both were wearing nothing, as his kissing moved from my lips, thankfully, and down to my neck. Slightly watching him, I just lay there and let it happen. By now, I was used to it.