just say no to what this asshole is offering you. and not life-changing in a positive way.ĭon’t do it, lady. She chews on one of those pouty lips as she weighs his words, contemplating what looks to be a life-changing decision. The guy laughs, the sound abrasive, like he doesn’t believe her. until a sinking feeling washes over me as I watch this woman get propositioned in the street as she’s trying to leave work. It all seemed innocent enough, until now. The place isn’t really a strip club, more like a topless bar where beautiful women serve drinks in their underwear. But my friends are mostly pro football players, and their manners leave a lot to be desired. I’ve been here once or twice for bachelor parties and those kinds of things. They’re standing outside a dingy club, the kind of place that smells of rancid smoke, cheap beer, and meaningless sex. When you step outside those doors, the fantasy ends. She stiffens and puts one hand on her hip. Tell me what it’ll take, sweetheart, the guy says to her. Curious about her, I stalk closer and then slow my pace.įine. She has long dark hair, a trim build, and a full pouty mouth. It’s nearly midnight, and the street is almost deserted. She’s standing on a street corner discussing something with a man in hushed tones, waving her hands dramatically as she speaks. It’s dark out, and barely above freezing. The first thing that strikes me is that her coat isn’t warm enough for a Chicago winter. But that’s not the first thing I notice about her. She’s petite yet curvy with a nice ass and beautiful tits. I should have done a thousand other things except for barge into her sad life, offer to fix everything, fall for her. So I do what any respectable man would do-I take her home, stopping to pick up diapers and formula on the way-and discover that she was telling the truth all along. Then proceeds to tell me a sob story about needing money to care for the baby who was left on her doorstep. She says this is the first time she's ever done this, which is adorably ironic. So I do the exact thing I shouldn't-I offer to bring her home with me instead. Me bringing one home? Well, that's a first.Īnd this asshole is not a guy she wants to go home with. Spotting a hooker on a city street corner is not an abnormal thing. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only.

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