**Kitty the Whore**
There was a soft tone as the seat belt light flicked off on the plane. Meghan unbuckled hers as she stretched, looking over at the other travelers getting off in Chicago. They slowly began to queue up to leave the plane, giving Meghan room to stand and grab the only bag she was allowed to bring.
She slung it over her shoulder and slowly walked off the plane herself. Meghan was dressed in black yoga pants and a tight athletic shirt, and had caught more than one guy staring at her ass, which made her smile. She always enjoyed being looked at. She had long wavy brown hair with brown eyes – though she often wished they were blue.
Meghan made her way out of O’Hare, following the signs to the exit. As she stepped out onto the street, the cool fall air made her shiver. She quickly hailed a cab, and hopped in.
“125 W Jackson, please,” she said, feeling herself tremble slightly with excitement.