|
|
Post by Nymph on Nov 6, 2009 5:24:36 GMT
Why she got dressed up for this Peyton had no idea. But it was what the man wanted so she had. All he really wanted was for a gorgeous, sophisticated woman to screw him in his box seat at a Broadway play. She made a full three grand off of it so what the hell. The play was over and the bastard hopped in his limo and left her. But then again she was just a lowly prostitute what did she matter? With a sigh she stuffed the money in her ample cleavage and started to walk.
The dress she wore was as shimmering blue that reached her ankles and hugged her body. On one side there was a slit that reached mid thigh and the top showed off her cleavage. There was a sway to her hips as she walked and she ignored the cat calls. The client was a rather self and boring fuck so she hadn't even gotten off or even really got started. It was nights like these that made her hate her job.
|
|
|
|
Post by marko on Nov 6, 2009 13:47:43 GMT
Walking down Broadway was a shock for him, he really wasn't dressed for the occasion. In jeans, boots, and an old old Grateful Dead T-shirt he walked with his head down away from the people that didn't know him. He kept the skull cap in his pocket in case he had to do something heroic, but he kinda doubted that would happen what so ever. With a lot of things on his mind he made the turn and noticed a hot woman stuffing money into her boobs. The old him would have picked her up and shook the money out before walking away, but this new him actually picked up a hundred dollar bill she dropped and handed it back to her. "Dropped this." He didn't even look as she shoved it in, god he was hard up, but then again when wasn't he.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nymph on Nov 6, 2009 16:09:56 GMT
Peyton looked up as the very large older gentleman handed her one of her hundreds. Her head had to tilt all the way back and she did a quick scan over him. Wonderful body for a man his age, polite enough to not be ogling her, and he looked bored out of his ever lovin’ mind. ”Thank you.” She took the hundred and put it with the rest of her money. She was about to continue but she was bored and he looked bored. Her head tilted back once more. ”Buy you a drink? You look like you could use one and I know I can.”Contrary to popular belief she did not see every person as a potential client and was only nice to add them to her list. If they turned out to be one, bonus, if not the woman still did love a good conversation.
|
|
|
|
Post by marko on Nov 6, 2009 16:16:07 GMT
He looked over at her and thought about it for a minute. "Sounds good to me. Thanks" He walked next to her and looked at his feet as he walked. He had a lot of thoughts in his head and most of them centered around what he was doing, but he knew that was for him and no one else to worry about. Making his way down the street he came to a good bar he knew and opened the door for her. "Here ya go, by the way name is Cain." He waited for her and thought about things that had happened during his time period lately and wondered why things had worked out the way they had. He thought about more than not and kept thinking after he had finished with one subject. Shaking his head realizing he wasn't being a very good companion he smiled. "Sorry about being stuck in my head. Been a while since I've had a beautiful woman even notice me."
|
|
|
|
Post by Nymph on Nov 6, 2009 16:28:35 GMT
Peyton smiled up at him when he agreed. She linked her arm through his and looked around a bit. ”No need to thank me you and I both seemed to have had a rough night. It would only make sense that we both had a drink.” She walked with him and looked back up at him. ”Peyton. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Cain.” Peyton slipped into the bar and found a seat. After she slid in she looked at him. ”Don’t worry about it everyone has those moments of reflection.” When he said he wasn’t used to beautiful women noticing she frowned a bit as she tried to figure out why not. ”Its part of what I do. Noticing people and all that. Besides you saved some of my money buying you a drink is the least I could do.”
|
|
|
|
Post by marko on Nov 6, 2009 16:43:08 GMT
Smiling he sat down and ordered himself a beer. He wasn't in the mood for any of the high society drinks, which he knew most people in this part of town seemed to live on. He chuckled when she asked him why not and he looked at her. "It's my line of work, most don't seem to like me cause I switched sides from bad to good." He thought about it and shrugged he was never ever very good at those fast and snappy lines that the other's loved to throw around, so he just told the truth. Sipping his beer when it came he smiled. "Yeah well, gotta keep an eye on that money or it finds a way to slip out of your hands like water."
|
|
|
|
Post by Nymph on Nov 6, 2009 17:24:28 GMT
Peyton ordered a Mt. Dew when he ordered his beer. For her it was like ordering a beer since she didn’t drink it often. The Latina nodded her head. ”Oh trust me I understand how your job can interfere with even making friends. I tell them I’m a prostitute and they automatically act as if I’ve committed the murder of a child.” It wasn’t always that bad but sometimes it felt like it. Peyton wasn’t ashamed of what she did or who she was and she couldn’t figure out why everyone else was. It’s not like they had to be her client if they didn’t like it. The woman couldn’t stop the smirk when he likened the money to water in her hands. Water wouldn’t slide through her fingers she could control it.
|
|
|
|
Post by marko on Nov 6, 2009 18:01:07 GMT
Looking over at her smirk he thought he might have said something funny. "What did I spill some beer or something?" He checked his shirt and his pants, but didn't see a stain from the bottle. Looking over at her he figured she must just have thought of something funny. Shaking his head he looked back she would understand about his situation wouldn't she. "You aren't kidding, break down one wall or destroy one computer and they are all over me like I just killed Santa Claus." Shaking his head a bit he thought about it, but didn't want to bring up his question, wasn't polite to ask those types of things, not in public.
Sipping his beer he just thought about life and chuckled a bit. "Heres to all the late starters and the low end movers."
|
|
|
|
Post by Nymph on Nov 6, 2009 19:12:26 GMT
The woman shook her head. ”No you didn’t spill anything just your comment about water hit me just right. I have a relationship, so to speak, with water.” She wondered if he’d understand the meaning a mutant or someone with powers more than likely would and he didn’t strike as actually being stupid. ”They never take into consideration how hard it is to balance our lives with ourselves. I mean you are a big man and they should take that into consideration not everyone is perfect and we all have our flaws. But heaven forbid you shouldn’t be ashamed of what and who you are. The irony of it all? Those women who condem me are the ones whose husbands pay me.” She held up her glass in a salute. ”And fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke.”
|
|
|
|
Post by marko on Nov 6, 2009 20:53:07 GMT
Nodding his head he understood her comment about her relationship with water. So he just chuckled and sipped his beer. "Dang I must be part brainchild after all." He looked over at her and ordered up a plate of wings for them. Putting the money down for the drinks and wings he winked at her. "You can cover the next round Sug." He watched her sip from her drink and chuckled. The girl wasn't playing fair, that dress she wore always took his attention and he couldn't blame the guys for paying any price to get in her skirt, or other available options. Which just brought him back to a pressing problem of his own and made him reach for his beer and take a big drink again. "You wouldn't happen to know a girl willing to take on a larger than normal client would you? I know some of the girls take on clients with certain size problems and was hoping you knew of one."
|
|
|
|
Post by Nymph on Nov 6, 2009 21:42:20 GMT
Peyton grinned at his comment. Well that answered that question so she figured she was safe in that aspect. She sipped her drink and noticed the look it was one she was quiet familiar with. ”You ordered wings. I’ve definitely got the next round.” She winked over at him. At his question she looked him up and down and did mental calculations. If he was proportional he’d be a really big boy, she took into a count he may be larger. ”I would and can. Are you looking?” A man his size would have difficult time so she’d be more than happy to cut him a deal if she needed to.
|
|
|
|
Post by marko on Nov 6, 2009 22:01:29 GMT
Kinda embarrassed he nodded his head as she asked if he was looking, he didn't think he would find a girl in her line of work on broadway, but he was hoping to find one on the other side of town. Plus he liked this one cause she wasn't so skanky. "Yeah, I'm looking can't think straight and if you saw the students I have to deal with you would understand it." Shaking his head wondering where girls like them were when he was going to school he looked over at her. "But after we have the wings and drinks. I like talking and getting to know a person first."
|
|
|
|
Post by Nymph on Nov 6, 2009 22:36:11 GMT
Peyton watched him for a moment. ”You know there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” She sipped her drink and watched him quietly. A small smile tugged her lips when he started talking about the students. In other words they were young and beautiful. ”Don’t worry I can help with that.” She winked at him and then nodded. ”After drinks and food. Is there anything you want to ask me?” Her head tilted to the side as she looked over at him. She’d answer any questions he had.
|
|
|
|
Post by marko on Nov 6, 2009 22:44:35 GMT
He thought about it and chuckled. "Yeah what do you think about the Yankee's winning another world series?" He chuckled as he sipped his beer and the triple order of wings came out and were dropped down in front of them. He chuckled as he looked over at her. "Hope you have an appetite, cause I can't eat all these by myself. Well, given enough time I could, but I don't wanna." He picked up the first wing and cleaned it down to the bone. Looking over at her he smiled as he motioned for her to dig in. He knew girls worked up an appetite even if they tried to hide it, and girls in her line of work should take food when they could get it never knowing when the next client would show up.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nymph on Nov 6, 2009 23:04:32 GMT
The young woman smirked. ”I don’t really know, baseball isn’t really my thing. Besides, I’d just watch it for the butt shots.” Winks to let him know she’s teasing, sort of. Her eyes got wide when she saw the order get placed down on the table. When he told he’d need help she grinned. ”You don’t have to tell me twice. I burn a lot of calories and energy, I don’t do that salad no dressing thing.” She picked up a wing and bit into it. ”These are good.” After she finished the wing she slowly licked her lips and her fingers. It came natural to her to automatically try to turn a guy on. Now it was just second nature and she didn’t even notice.
|
|
