I stepped into the mild summer night with a wide grin on my face. The sky was dark and cloudy. The wet street shimmered in rainbow colors from the neon lights. The crisp smell of rain lingered in the air. I took a deep breath and sighed with content when music blasted from behind me as the club's door opened.
"Sam! There you are."
"Sorry I went ahead," I told the blonde girl that joined my side.
"Damn, you can dance." She playfully shoved my shoulder. "Hey, I had a blast, but I really have to go now. I'm knackered and I have classes in the morning. I can drive you home first if you want, though."
"Naw, it's okay. Thanks. I'll take a walk to the Tube." I pointed with my thumb over my shoulder.
"Well, all right. Good night, Sam. See you tomorrow." She gave me a hug and then walked away towards the parking lot.
"Night, Steph."
She turned and we waved each other goodbye before I went my way as well. I was still full of energy even though we'd been dancing and drinking on and off all evening. The music, the movement, the heat, the flirting, all the beautiful people. I loved it all. I'd been in my element.
Just not in a familiar part of London. I rented a flat in the middle of West End, not far from the UCL. The streets there were always busy and lit by the many cafes and bars and clubs and everything.
Here, the street was quiet and empty. The club had recently opened in one of the less cultured districts. It had been part of an initiative to revitalize the area. There was a lot more to be done for that, though. The houses were rundown, bins overfilled, street lights flickering, everything looked dirty. Fortunately, the station wasn't far, and I needed the walk to calm down. I had to get up in the morning as well and the memory of the last time I'd gone to class after three hours of sleep was still too fresh to ignore.
Around two bends and an intersection later, I stopped to take out my phone and reorientate myself. As I stood there, waiting for the map app to load, the rattling sound of an old motor closed in from down the street. It was an old station wagon with dents and scratches. As it came closer, it slowed down until it came to a halt in front of me. The side window slowly opened with a drawn-out squeak. Someone cleared their throat inside.
"How much?" a soft, female voice came from the dark interior. It was almost drowned out by the loud motor.
"What?" I said bewildered.
"H—How much do you..."
"Are you kidding me?" Were they for real, I wondered and looked down myself at my mini dress. It was one of my saucier ones, but no way did I look like a prostitute. My makeup was on point as well. I leant down and propped myself up on the opened window, ready to give the driver a piece of my mind.
"Listen, bitc—" The words got stuck in my throat when the offender turned on the dome light and I got a glimpse of them.
It was a girl. She was young, maybe my age, maybe younger, and a total cutie. She was blushing and looked just as surprised as me.
"How much?" she repeated eventually and raised her eyebrows at me.
"Wha—" I stammered before snapping out of it. While I'd lost almost all motivation to call her down, I wasn't going to let her off completely. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Sweetie, are you even of age?"
"Me? Of course. I... uh..." For a moment, she looked unsure what to do and then fetched her wallet from a pocket of her pants. She flicked through its contents and drew out an old ID card with a jerky movement. The card slipped out of her fingers and dropped between the stick and her seat.
"Shit. Pardon." She flashed me an awkward smile that almost cracked my frown. Her arm poked around in the crank her card had fallen into before it shot out with her ID shaking between her fingers.
I snatched it out of her hand, wondering who'd show their documents to a prostitute. I took a good look at it anyway. She was nineteen, a year younger than me. I gave her a stern look.
"Listen, Lara Croft," I said, emphasizing her name. Her cheeks reddened just a bit more. "Do you even know what you're doing here?"
"Of course." She puffed out her chest and then deflated almost as quickly. She made a vague hand gesture towards me. "I... You... You know. Uh... May I get my ID back, please?"
For a second, I considered holding it back to tease her, but I didn't want to put her off and scare her away. I wasn't done with her yet. When I handed it over, she gave me a grateful smile and then tucked it away into her wallet.
"So, how much would it cost?" She took a good look into another pocket of her wallet.
"Why?" I deadpanned.
"I—I don't have much." She slumped down a bit, her eyes still fixed on her money.
"What? Do you think I'm not worth much?"
"No, no!" She looked at me in shock. "I'm sure you're worth a lot. You're gorgeous," she blurted and flared up. My resolve to stay serious finally cracked, revealing a smirk.
"Well, Lara. I guess you'll have to tell me what exactly you want me to do, so that I can estimate a price." Her face fell, mine lit up. "In detail, please."
She stared out the windshield and cleared her throat again while rubbing her neck. "Well, uhm. You see, I was hoping that you, uh," she stammered and then looked at me. Her eyebrows moved to meet in the middle before her head dropped onto her hands on the steering wheel. "This is a terrible idea. What have I been thinking?" she muttered.
She sighed at length and then settled back into her seat with a hand on the stick. "I'm so sorry. I can't do this. It's not because of you! You're beautiful, and I'd really... I just..."
"Lara, hey. Hey!" I leant further into the car, putting my cleavage on full display. I didn't want her to leave yet. "Do you want this or not?"
Her eyes fidgeted around, stealing glances of my chest and then snapping away again. A moment later, she pressed them shut and put a hand over them. "Oh god," she muttered. "I, uh, was hoping you'd just let me, well, touch you—your body."
"Wait, you just want to feel me up?" I might have sounded a bit too disappointed.
"I guess. Maybe. Mostly. I don't quite know yet." She looked at me from between her fingers. I hadn't even known it was possible to blush that much. "Is—Is that okay with you?"
I straightened my back to dodge her gaze for a while. With a grin from ear to ear, I looked over the car and wondered whether I should let her off the hook now. She was so adorable, though. Geez, I thought and ran a hand through my hair before ducking back into the car.
"Can do," I said, wondering what the hell I was doing. I wasn't a prostitute, yet I was accepting her request, and I wasn't sure why. What I did know was that my heart beat faster with excitement.
"How much would that cost me?"
"We'll figure something out, okay?"
"But... I don't know." She rubbed the back of her neck.
"Don't worry about it, okay? Just trust me," I said with a genuine smile that caught her attention. It wasn't like I wanted her money; I just felt drawn to her. She bit her lip, thinking.
"Okay." She reached over to unlock the passenger door, which I could've easily done myself.
The door opened with loud creaking, and I settled into the seat that was so pillowy, I almost vanished in it. With me now sitting in the car's dome light, the girl took a good look at me with parted lips. Her eyes wandered over my dress, down my body and my legs, and then back up where they met mine. She quickly looked away and cleared her throat.
"What should I call you?"
"I'm Sam. Nice to meet you, Lara." I extended my hand. After a moment of hesitation, she wiped her own hand on her pants before shaking mine with a firm grip.
"Is—Is that, like, your alias? Do you use aliases?"
I snorted. "Yes. Yes, it is."
"Oh, I see. Well, hello, Sam." She glanced at our intertwined hands before withdrawing hers. She turned around towards the rear window and then looked and pointed ahead. "I'll get us, uh, someplace else."
The moment she engaged a gear and tried to pull away, the engine died. It made some hideous sounds as the girl tried to start it back up while muttering apologies at me. After some failed attempts, she hit the steering wheel in frustration, and the car came to life. She gave me a pained smile and then hit the road.
I sunk into the seat my sweaty fingers clawed into. I'd never done anything like that before. I hadn't even known that girl five minutes ago. Yet, I was there in her car, while she still thought I was a prostitute. I looked at her and inspected the girl that wanted to pay me for feeling me up.
She still looked nervous as hell. She chewed her lip and kept wiping her hands on her tight pants. Her messy hair was tied into a pony tail. An earring glinted rhythmically in the light of the street lamps. She was fit and the tank top she wore showed she was well equipped. It wasn't noticeable in the dark, but I'd seen in the dome light that she even had some make-up on, eye shadow and chapstick. God, she looked good. And she was about to be all over me. I fidgeted around in my seat in excitement, rubbing my thighs together.
"I don't usually do this," the girl blurted.
"Sure, sweetie."
"No, really. I—I've just... I haven't been with a, well, girl before."
"Oh. Why are you paying someone... like me, though? Cutie like you could get a girlfriend in a heartbeat."
"No, I... I'm not sure I'll like it. And I'm not a people person. I'm sure you can tell." She pulled a face and sighed.
"Well, you got me now. So, let's find out if you like me," I said in a sultry voice and put a hand on her bare shoulder to stroke it slowly. Her eyes widened and, somehow, she managed to tense up even more.
"Uhm. Do you get many female patrons?"
"Yeah." I chuckled, thinking about all the girls I'd hooked up with. "It's really common."
"Oh," she said at length and nodded.
"So, where are you taking me? Home?"
"No, no!" She winced.
"Parents?" I nudged her in the side.
"No, I live in a dorm. I couldn't possibly..."
Shortly after she'd said that, she pulled onto a deserted parking lot of a supermarket. The car came to a halt and the engine's rattling stopped. Silence settled into the car until the girl switched the dome light on again. She stared out of the windshield and swallowed hard, her hands still on the steering wheel.
"So," I said, dragging the word out.
"How about some music?" she stammered.
The moment she turned on the radio, it blasted 'Girls just wanna have fun'. Her eyes widened in shock. She jerked some knob around and the music got louder.
"I'm sorry. Wrong radio station," she said with an apologetic look while pushing random buttons in panic until the music finally stopped. The girl sighed with relief—before the radio ejected a tape. Lara sunk into her seat, looking like she wanted to vanish.
Snickering, I started to feel sorry for her. She was a complete nervous wreck, the cutest nervous wreck I'd ever seen. I reached out to comfort her, fighting a strong urge to pinch her cheek. She backed away at first but then let me touch her when she looked into my eyes.
"Relax, sweetie," I told her and stroked her burning cheek. I was so breaking character, but I was afraid she'd get cold feet. I didn't want her to back out.
After she'd lost some of her tension, I asked, "So, are us girls gonna have some fun then?"
Lara laughed once and her face relaxed for the first time which made her even more attractive. She took a deep breath. "Well," she said, "I was hoping we could just do, uh, it here in the car. Is that fine with you? Or would you rather—"
"Whatever you want, sweetie."
"Okay, uh." Lara looked around inside the car and then opened her door. "Maybe on the backseat?"
She glanced at me and put one leg outside to stand up. When she straightened herself, her head bumped into the roof. Wincing, Lara flinched, and her other foot got stuck under the seat. She lost balance, and I watched in horror as she fell to the ground with a grunt. It was some slapstick stuff.
I got out of the car and quickly rounded it to check on her, but she was already back up on her feet almost as if nothing had happened. She stood in a puddle, and one side of her clothes was soaked. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Peachy. Really." Frowning, she shook out her arms and wiped the water off her shoulder. I gave her a thorough look over anyway.
"Thank God," I murmured when I found that she was unharmed. I pulled a hankie out of my purse, and her gloomy expression lightened up as I dried her up a bit. "Looks like everything is still in the right place for what's to come." I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she instantly blushed again.
I held the rear door open for her, and, after some hesitation, she wiggled inside. When I followed her, closing the door behind me, she was already on the far end of the seat.
"I don't bite, unless you want me to. It might cost extra though." I grinned; she chuckled, abashed. "So. I'm all yours, Lara," I told her in a soft tone. My pulse quickened just from saying these words.
For a moment, we just sat there, unmoving. While Lara bit her lip, flustered, I was fighting an urge to move up to her and get going myself. I wasn't used to not taking things into my own hands, but it added to the excitement.
Lara took a deep breath and came closer. She raised her hands up to me and halted.
"Is this really okay with you?"
"No," I said with a deadpan I could only hold for a few seconds. I had to giggle the moment Lara's face fell with disappointment. "Sorry. Just joking," I said and leant towards her while she rolled her eyes at me. "Touch me all you like."
"Tell me if you want me to stop." She gave me a cute, worried look and then carefully touched my face. For the first time, she managed to lock eyes with me for more than a second.
"You're very pretty," she said and stroked my cheeks. Then, her hands traced my jawline and moved down my neck. They weren't the smooth, feminine kind. Her hands were strong and a little rough, as if she did a lot of handiwork. I watched them glide over my shoulders and down my arms and wondered how good she was at using them. As they moved back up and over my collarbone, the girl glanced at my cleavage.
"It's okay," I told the girl, and she flared up again when she saw that I'd noticed where she'd been looking. I took my purse off and dropped it on the car's floor. "Come on, sweetie."
Lara inched a bit closer. She put a hand back on my neck and slowly moved it down my front and between my breasts, tracing the edge of my dress. She looked at me sheepishly. "Would you be so kind and, uh..."
"Yes?" I wanted to be smooth about playing dumb, but I had to giggle right away.
She pressed her lips into a thin line before taking a deep breath. "Show me?"
"Sure thing." I played with the straps of my dress for a bit, teasing the blushing girl in front of me, and then pulled them off my shoulders and let my dress drop down to my mid. The girl's eyes widened and, for a long moment, she just sat there taking in the view. When she got a hold of herself again, she moved even closer and hesitantly lowered her hands on my chest. She glanced up at me, saw me smiling at her, and began to stroke my breasts. She let her finger glide over them, touching every inch of their skin. When she began to knead them gently and started playing with my nipples, I could feel my own cheeks flare up. Breathing heavily, I watched that cutie, filled with wonder, fondle my breasts.
Lost in what she was doing, she bent down, gradually moving her head closer and closer to my chest. When she was basically chewing her own lip off a few inches away from my breasts, I arched my back and shoved them into her face.
"Excuse me. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," she stammered and backed off.
Oh God, I couldn't wipe that grin off my face. Instead of saying anything, I crawled over the seat up to the girl and straddled her lap. Straightening myself, I placed my boobs right in front of her face. Lara immediately tensed up again. I wondered whether it had been too forward for her, but I wanted her glistering lips on my skin so bad.
"Oh," she said, staring at my chest like hypnotized. "Is this really okay with you?" She glanced up at me.
Encouraged by my friendly nod, she leant in. She put a hand on one of my breasts and her lips on the other and dragged her tongue up the entire length of it.
I had a strong urge to touch her head, but was it okay to do that? Was I allowed to? Would she mind? Shit, I thought and wondered what to do. While I had a crisis, the girl happily explored my entire chest, licking, kissing and caressing every bit of skin. She was gentle and took her time. Every movement of her mouth and hands on my breasts was slow but deliberate. When she began concentrating on my nipples, taking one into her mouth, I took a sharp breath. She looked up and flicked it with her tongue, licked it and nibbled on it lightly. Looking into her eyes, I released the little moan that had been stuck in my throat. Fuck it, I thought and wrapped my arms around her head, burying my hands and nose in her hair. I took a deep breath and inhaled the fruity scent of her recently washed hair.
I wasn't even sure whether she noticed me touching her anyway. While she'd been hesitant at first, she was now lost in playing with my breasts, firmly massaging and sucking on them. It had been a while since someone had been that enthusiastic about them. I loved it, and it felt good.
When she slowed down after several long minutes, she was as breathless as I was, even though I was the one getting all the attention. She gave my breasts a few last pecks and lent back.
"You sure seem to like my boobs," I said between gasps. She chuckled, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry. Was it unpleasant?"
"Au contraire." I smirked at Lara, who laughed with relief. "Do you want to... see the rest of me?" I asked and prayed to God the answer was 'yes'.
"May I? Can I afford it?" The moment she said that, her eyes widened in shock. "Crap! I told you I would just touch you, but I... I'm sorry!"
"Lara, sweetie, don't worry. It's okay. If you want to go on, just say what you want."
Placated by my reassurance, she looked down at my hips and rubbed the back of her neck. "Well. I'd really like to... Would you be so kind to... to lift your dress?"
Grinning with content, I traced the bottom of my dress for a bit and then pulled it up in slow motion. Judging by her reaction, she wasn't expecting the kind of panties I was wearing. After just looking at them for a minute, she tentatively took the hem of them between her fingers and carefully pulled them down. I watched her closely as she revealed my tidy bikini line. My breathing quickened just as much as hers. I wanted that cutie to touch me. I wanted that girl who'd never been with another one before to want me. When she couldn't lower my panties any further because of the way I straddled her legs, she looked up at me.
"Can you take them off, please?"
"For you, anytime." I was about to get off her legs when I halted. "Wait. How much money do you have exactly?"
"Oh," she stammered and then fumbled for her wallet.
"Just kidding." I giggled and climbed off her lap. Sitting next to her, I peeled the wet fabric off my body and dropped my panties on my purse. Lara looked even more excited than I was when I lifted my dress for her again. She touched the side of my hips and, for a long while, she just looked at my crotch with the deepest blush on her cheeks. Screw it, I thought and grabbed her wrists to stop her.
"I—I'm sorry. Did I do anything wrong?" Lara straightened herself, confused.
I just gave her a cheeky smirk and slipped my high heels off my feet. With nothing left on my body but the dress bunched up around my waist, I decided to take that off as well to see how flustered I could make her. While she watched slack-jawed, I draped the dress over the backrest and reclined against the door behind me. Looking into her eyes, I slowly opened my legs and put one up on the seat and then motioned her to come closer.
"Oh, dear," she gasped.
"Knock yourself out." I hoped I'd sounded smooth enough to cover up my nervousness. The worst thing to happen now that I'd laid myself bare to her was if she realized that she wasn't into that after all. I swallowed. I felt exposed—though, never at risk. She'd been sweet and gentle—almost too gentle. Even though I'd only known her for fifteen minutes, I trusted her. Was I naive?
Lara crawled between my legs. She placed a hand between my breasts and let her fingertips trail a line down my ribs, over my tense stomach, and through the strip of hair.
"You're beautiful," she murmured and kissed my navel. The tip of her tongue dipped into it to play with the nub inside. I giggled with the fluttery feeling in my stomach and saw the corners of her mouth curl up at my reaction. She pecked the spot once more and then slowly ran her fingers through my bikini line again before placing a lengthy kiss in the middle of it.
She repositioned herself from the seat down to the floor, and when she bent down again, her head was between my thighs. Her eyes were fixed on what was now right in front of her, and—oh, God—I could feel her heavy breaths on my sensitive skin. My thighs twitched with the need to close around her.
She raised her hands to my crotch until they were just inches away, and paused. She glanced at me with her lower lip between her teeth. I gave her another nod, mouthing "Do it." Her face lit up. Her fingers slowly traced the length of my outer lips down and back up. I shuddered when her fingertips brushed my swollen clit. She looked up and returned the smile I was giving her. It took all my strength that moment to not grab her adorable face and kiss it.
She pressed a finger between my folds, dragged it through the middle, and then slowly pulled those lips apart. For a while, she just lay there between my legs, taking in the view she'd unveiled, her warm breath now washing over my exposed, wet flesh.
"Do you like what you're seeing?" I couldn't stay silent. I wanted to surrender to the thrill of the moment, but the uncertainty was killing me. I needed to know what that cutie between my legs was thinking, now that she'd seen it all.
"I... I..." She tilted her blushing head up to look at me, only breaking away her eyes from between my legs at the last moment. "I do," she said in an almost disbelieving voice. "You're gorgeous."
While I released a long breath of relief, her head moved back into position. Lara bit her lip, and I shivered with anticipation. With most of my tension gone, arousal took over completely. My fingers clawed into the upholstery to keep me from grabbing her head and shoving it into my pussy. Had she looked into my eyes and ordered me to cum, I would've done it right away.
Instead, she opened her mouth, and I could see her tongue for a second before it vanished between my legs. She pressed the flat of her tongue against my opened pussy and dragged it from bottom to top. She repeated the movement, but with more firmness. That time, when her tongue reached the top, the tip flicked over my clit.
A loud gasp escaped my mouth. My eyes fell shut and I slumped further into the seat, pressing myself against her mouth.
The girl began tracing the edges of my inner lips and moving her tongue from side to side. She explored every little nook and cranny until she found my clit again. I had to moan and made an effort to do it clearly, hoping it would motivate Lara to remain in that spot. And, God, it had worked. She closed her mouth around it, pressed her tongue against the nub and began playing with it.
At that point, I didn't even last half a minute. Craving badly for relief, my entire body squirmed under Lara's touch. Only a few moments later, I tensed up and gasped and then began to shake as I violently released the rest of the tension I'd felt from the moment I'd decided to not walk away from that stranger.
Even though she kept licking me, the feeling subsided quickly. I breathed out at length and relaxed just a bit. The orgasm wasn't enough. It was what I needed, what my body needed, but it wasn't even close to satisfying me.
The moment I'd realized that, Lara slowed down. She gave my clit one last kiss and then pulled away, releasing my lips at last.
"No," I whined. She gave me a confused look.
"Did I do anyth—"
"Please, don't stop."
"Oh, I—I thought you..."
"Please," I begged her. She blinked a few times and then smiled nervously before diving back in. I sighed with relief and surrendered myself to her again.
She inhaled at length and gave me one slow lick and then paused. Curious what happened, I looked down myself at her. Her breathing stopped for a moment until she released a long moan into my flesh. I shuddered at the sound of it.
Lara's eyes flew wide open to find me grinning at her. I reached out, putting a hand on her head, and stroked her gently. Beaming at me, she wound her arms around my thighs and heaved them over her shoulders, burying herself in my lap. Our eyes still interlocked, she began lapping away at my wetness, making happy noises into me.
"Yes, that's it." Sighing contentedly, I reveled in the feeling of it and rewarded her with little moans when she touched the right places.
When it seemed like she'd licked me clean, her tongue centered in on the one spot where she could still taste more of me. She pressed against the opening and circled it and then dipped in. My hand dug into her hair, and I whimpered as her tongue slowly delved deeper while she greedily sucked in what I could offer her. With her mouth firmly pressed against me, her upper lip kept sliding over my clit as she slowly stroked in and out of me.
"Oh, God, yes," I gasped. I was at her mercy. I could do nothing but stare into those hazel eyes looking at me from between my legs and tremble, the muscles in my thighs flexing around her head. With one hand deep in her hair, my other hand sought out her arm around my leg and held onto it.
After she'd explored me as deep as she could, she pulled out of me to give my pussy more desperate licks. She took my folds into her mouth, lightly nibbling on them and stroking them with her tongue. Then, her mouth closed around my clit. Gently sucking it between her lips, she ran her tongue over it with firm strokes, making my sweating body squirm and gasp for breath until I felt the next orgasm rush toward me.
As if in trance, I was lost in her beautiful eyes, that glazed over when my breathing faltered and my body began to jerk and buckle. I didn't even mean to, but I cried out the girl's name as the high washed over me, setting my body on fire. Lara's shivering hands painfully dug into my thighs that had gone into spasms around her head, and she shuddered and quivered and moaned into me as she dragged out my orgasm with her relentless tongue.
"Fuck, yes," I groaned as the feeling slowly subsided and I collapsed into the seat.
Breathing fast and heavily through her nose, Lara gave me a few last licks and then pulled away. She sat up and looked at me, breathless, red as a beet, cum-besmeared, and beaming. I grabbed her burning cheeks and pulled her close until our lips almost aligned. We locked eyes for a few long moments, and then Lara climbed on top of me and closed the gap between our mouths. We wound our arms around each other and I played with her hair as we kissed feverishly for minutes.
When we broke away, Lara collapsed onto the seat between me and the backrest and gasped desperately for air.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" I said in a sultry voice after we'd both regained our breath.
"N—No, thank you. I'm good. I got what I wanted."
"Oh, okay." I was a bit disappointed. I'd hoped I'd get to return the favor and play with that gorgeous body of hers, but the customer is king, right?
"So." She cleared her throat and pulled her wallet out of her pocket. "How much do you want?"
"I feel like I should pay you," I murmured while blindly fishing for my purse on the car's floor. I pulled out my phone and unlocked its screen. "Listen, Lara. All I want is that you take my number. And when you feel like you need to do some more exploring, you give me a call. Okay?"
Her eyes widened. "Oh." She chewed her lip in thought and then stammered an, "Okay."
The goofy grin I'd had earlier returned. She pulled out her own phone and saved my number. While she watched me put my clothes back on, she asked if she could drop me off somewhere. I gave her my thanks and declined because the subway station was just around the corner. She got out of the car and held the door open for me while I quickly fixed my hair in the rearview mirror before following her. Groaning, I had to hold onto the car as I stood up. My legs almost gave up. While I steadied myself, she closed the door behind me and got back in on the driver's side.
"Sam." She looked at me through the opened window. "Thank you for everything."
"I hope you enjoyed yourself."
"Quite so," she said with a broad smile. "I hadn't expected to find such a wonderful, well, sex worker as yourself." Her blush that hadn't fully subsided yet deepened again. I snorted.
"You're cute." I ducked inside and gave her a quick kiss. "Will you call me?"
"I—I'll think about it," she said with an uncertain shrug.
"That's all I'm asking for."
We waved each other goodbye and I walked away on unsteady legs as the engine of her car howled in pain and she drove away. It took me longer than expected to get to the Tube, and I shuddered at the sight of the flights of stairs down to the station.
While I carefully made my way inside, my phone vibrated in my purse. It was a message that read, "How does tomorrow 9 pm sound?"