anywayyouwantit
Planetoid
- Joined
- Dec 31, 2010
- Location
- CA
It was a slow night, that much was completely obvious, and the ever increasing tempo of the rain wasn't doing much to help. Leaving Amelia leaning up against the side of a nightclub, a low cut halter top and a short miniskirt doing nothing to shield her from the rain. It was only a little bit past midnight, so there was still time left for potential customers, but all the same, she was anxious. Every now and again, when a single man left the club, their eyes would catch sight of her, and she found herself thinking maybe this is the one... The one lonely and desperate enough to hire a prostitute from off the streets, the one willing to pay for the sexual pleasure she could give him.
But each and every one of them eventually turned away from her, hurrying to the safety of the public bus or to their car parked on the other side of the street. Every single one of them. With a scowl that was sure to not get her any customers for the rest of her life, Amelia pushed herself away from the wall, adjusting the way her top cradled her breasts. It was cold, and wet, and all she wanted was to be inside somewhere, be it a man's bed or her own apartment. There was a part of her tempted to leave, but she knew better. After all, there were still a few hours until the club closed for the night, and she could only hope that there'd be one man, longing for company, willing to accept her services.
But each and every one of them eventually turned away from her, hurrying to the safety of the public bus or to their car parked on the other side of the street. Every single one of them. With a scowl that was sure to not get her any customers for the rest of her life, Amelia pushed herself away from the wall, adjusting the way her top cradled her breasts. It was cold, and wet, and all she wanted was to be inside somewhere, be it a man's bed or her own apartment. There was a part of her tempted to leave, but she knew better. After all, there were still a few hours until the club closed for the night, and she could only hope that there'd be one man, longing for company, willing to accept her services.