A Quick Encounter
Millie Dynamite
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A Quick Encounter
This is the story of an older man’s quick encounter with a young prostitute.
Millie Dynamite
Copyright© 2013/23 by Millie Dynamite
This is a work of fiction and not intended to be historically accurate, but merely a representation of the times. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental and unintentional. This story doesn’t condone prostitution or the use or abuse of sex workers for pleasure.
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Quick Encounter
The driver slowed the car, eyeballing the women walking down the dark street. With his nerves on end, he had trouble finding this part of town and worried he might mistake an undercover cop for a whore. Four or five women strolled casually on each block. These fallen doves gazed back at him, inviting him to pull around the corner. Most were less than attractive.
Several had bloated bellies, not pregnant but fat. Several were older ladies and appeared worn. Others were attractive, at least to a degree, and their bodies were fit with pleasing shapes. Their faces, while cute, painted with thick layers of makeup, which blemished their beauty with a tawdry cheapness. They would stare at him and mouthed words with their ruby-red lips. Some pointed for him to turn on the side streets.
This didn’t influence him; he just drove on searching for someone who’d catch his eye sufficiently to make him want to pick them up. There were several women he would not mind fucking, but none he saw he believed he needed to fuck.
On his second trip down the area, he saw her and wanted her, but he did not know if she was a hooker, not for sure anyway. She was young, 18 to 20, well-proportioned, had a cute face and dressed like an ordinary young woman, not a whore. However, she bordered on the verge of stunning with an athletic body.
Oh, yes, he yearned to bang her hot body.
She wore a peach-colored top with some anima character which seemed contorted by her medium-sized breasts, and she sported shorts matching her top. Painted on pink form-fitting shorts, which showed a camel’s toe in front and a round, perfect hand full of matching ass cheeks behind. Athletic shoes with knee-high socks completed her outfit. Stuffed in the left sock, a pack of cigarettes wasn’t a powerful selling point.
But her unpainted face, so lovely in the dim light streetlights, and her hot, fit body caught his attention.
Sporting shoulder-length blonde hair, which this woman wore in a ponytail. She appeared younger than her twenty-three years and played the dumb blonde bimbo to perfection. When she glanced at him, lifting a cigarette to her mouth. The girl took a long, deep drag from the smoke. Coughing and hacking like she had never smoked added to her youthful game.