I was wearing a tight black tube top and matching miniskirt, red fishnet stockings, held up by visible suspenders, heels. Looking at myself in the mirror I looked like a hooker. Objective achieved. (To describe myself I’m a southeast Asian girl, 5’1”, very petite, small perky tits).
It was 2am. I walked about half a mile from my house and stood on a street corner and waited. A car parked halfway down the street started up and drove towards me. It pulled in next to me. The window rolled down and the driver leaned over. “How much?”. I looked over him for a minute before I responded. Tight cropped hair, handsome face, broad shoulders. He looked nicer in real life than he did in his pics……
At this point in my life I was actually already a sex worker – I worked as a masseuse in a place that offered hand jobs for tips. Handjobs were as far as I was allowed to go though, any more than that and I could be fired. I often fantasised about going further, I had had dirty fantasies of being a street walking prostitute for a while. I was considering dipping my toes into escorting, but tonight was just about scratching that street walker itch.