He drove the car along to the single storey motel by the beach. Outside were posted five skinny women, wearing less clothing the further along the row he looked. He was greeted by a wink, a look and a call of "Want a good time sugar?" he smiled and waved them off.
She took a step forward and swung herself leasurly round the pole which held the roof above the walkway. The car murmered to a halt. She closed her eyes for a moment and smiled at the driver.
"You want?" She leaned against the window of the room.
"Who wouldn't?"
"Come in to my lair.." she crooked her finger.
"Said the spider to the fly?"
He climbed out of the car, following her into the dim room. The sun beat down on the room from the windowless outer wall. The heat inside was more molten than outside. He took his leather jacket off, throwing it to a chair at the door, he pushed closed the door behind him.
With a quick spin, she turned on her heels and puched him. Flooring him. His hands went to his throbbing jaw, she kicked him in the ribs.
"Ow. " he held his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Foxy Debs. Loving the hooker suit"
She kicked him again, lower in the belly. Went over to the bed stand and pulled out her police issue radio. Gave the code word for a non-john. "Take a break Paul, be back on in 15"
"Give me some staying power, you are killing my street cred" Dean picked himself up off the floor.
"I'm back on in ten, Paul. Going to come out hot and mad"
"Ten. Roger. Hot. Out."
"He sounds like a barrel of fun."
"No body likes to work in this heat."
"Let me guess, cooped up in a black beat up van? Did they give it a name? "
Deb nodded. She sat on the bed. Dean took the chair.
"Got a gig in this part of town. Thought I should look you up."
"Quit the bullshit Dean. What do you want?"
"You to bounce up and down on the bed. And make it good. I'll tell you a story" he crossed his legs at the ankles.
"I'm getting sleepy already"