Stan assessed the whore objectively as she approached his car. She was a little too skinny and unkempt, but she was pretty enough. She had probably been a knockout before she started working the streets. Her glazed eyes and restless, twitchy hand movements just made her attempt at a sexy stride pathetic. Her blonde hair lay lank on her shoulders and her blue eyes were dull and lifeless. The only thing she really had going for her was a great rack. Her tits were fantastic. He couldn’t really tell how old she was, but her tits were full and perky with prominent nipples that pushed against the slip of fabric she wore for a top. Stan loved big, beautiful tits. I think we have a winner…

True, Stan would have preferred the other girl he’d seen on this street corner the other night with that Huggy guy, but that one must have found another corner to work. This one would have to do. A little spit and polish and she might clean up just fine.

In that moment, Stan decided that she was here at this place and time to serve a purpose—his purpose. And he could take his time and keep her for a while because it was obvious no one would miss her. He smiled. She was perfect.

“Hey, baby. Want some company?” she rasped, swaying unsteadily on her feet. She was probably an addict, which presented Stan with a power dynamic that would work beautifully for what he had in mind. Stan was pleased; this just kept getting better and better.

He watched a drop of sweat as it slid down her temple to land on the inside of the door frame. DNA. Great, he’d have to wipe the car down now. Stupid, sloppy bitch. “Maybe. Why don’t you get in and cool off? We can get to know each other better.” He reached down, turning up the air conditioning, certain that she would take him up on his offer. She looked desperate for a fix and would probably do anything to get the cash she’d need to buy more. And he was prepared to make sure she did every-fuckin’-thing. Again, so perfect.

He smiled, revealing stained, uneven teeth. She gulped, her nose wrinkling with distaste, but decided that, like everything else in her life, she didn’t have a choice; and it wasn’t his face she’d be kissing, anyway, although his lack of personal hygiene had her wanting to gag before she even got a look at what she’d be working with down south. Maybe she could just use her hand on this one.

“Sure,” she said, forcing a smile and scrambling into the passenger seat before he could change his mind. “You can pull over right over there. There’s a parking lot with a bunch of trees--”

“Shut up,” he snapped as he put the car in gear and pulled into traffic. This early in the evening, traffic was still pretty light.

“Oh. Um, okay. So, do you want me to suck you off while you drive around? I don’t care where we do it, and if you like that kind of thing, that’s--”

“I said, shut the fuck up. There was another girl out here, a blonde.” He rolled his eyes at her frown and drawled, “Don’t worry, you still get to suck my dick. I just had my eye on her is all, just wondered whether she was still working this corner.”

“Last I heard she hooked up with some rich escort agency, getting all her johns online now – although I guess they call them ‘clients’. Probably thinks she’s too good for the likes of us now, too good to work the streets.”

“Online? Huh. Do you know the name of the agency’s website?”

“Nah, I just know the high falutin’ bitch’s name she took off with—goes by ‘Blue’. She’s pretty, but for thousands of bucks a night she should be, know what I mean?” She slid her bony hand onto his leg, running it up and down his inner thigh and trailing her fingertips over his balls, squeezing them gently. She smiled with relief as his cock hardened. She hated it when a john wasn’t able to get hard. They always blamed her and got so angry.

Stan cursed his dick, which had a mind of its own and responded to the whore’s touch out of pure instinct. He shook his head in disgust; the sight of her made him sick and her touch made him want to bash her face into the dashboard. But she had nice tits so his dick didn’t care.

He hadn’t decided yet if he would fuck her himself before turning her over to the ‘guests’ he hoped would show up later that night to try out his new girl. He had been concerned that he might be getting ahead of himself by doing some initial marketing, but he had the girl now so at least the pressure was off. But any good business was built on due diligence, so maybe he should test the merchandise first…

“I’ve got a hundred-dollar bill here that’s yours, on top of whatever your pimp usually gets, if you’ll go back to my place with me.” Most whores never went to a john’s house. It was the reason he was offering her so much. He’d get it back soon enough anyway. She wasn’t going to get a fucking dime of his money.

“Honey, for a hundred bucks I’ll go anywhere and do anything you want.”

“Yes, you will,” he said, moving her hand away from his leg and giving her a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “What’s your name, doll?”

“Kitty Kat. But you can just call me Kat.”