Author's Note: Unbelievable amount of writer's block for something this crap XD That's all I'm saying on the subject.
Warnings: More hooker-mentions, more waiting.
Disclaimer: Don't be hitting me wit' your law suit, 'cause this lazy bitch don't give a toot, and she dun own nuttin' to boot. She writes and writes but she was too dumb-freaking-A to own the rights, sugar-doll. ^.^
Dedications: The ugly guy who brought me pizza, 'cause God knows he needed something dedicated to him. Also my lovely Berry, who I would like to squeeze :D
Sugar-Dolly
Your Glasses
I leant down, sliding an easy smile on my face. "Want some company tonight, sir?" I purr lowly, running my hand slowly along the window frame. I'm carefully casual, 'cause it doesn't pay to be nervous in a job like this. I am though, because so far I know I've been lucky. Hookers are one of the most commonly iced criminal groups in the world, with many simply disappearing off the street-lamp scene, never seen again.
You glance up, and the sunglasses (huge, Gucchi or Prada or a good knock-off), combined with the pathetic lighting shadow your face. Before I have time to re-think, you flick the door lock up and push the passenger door open. I glance around as I lower myself into the seat, eyes widening despite myself as I take in the tidiness and general cleanness of the car's interior. You're no slob, I can tell that much.
The car's engine purrs as lowly as I did, and you press onwards, driving fast but easy, expertly in control. I'm nervous and I don't know why - it's an uncontrollable feeling of unease and uncertain familiarity trying to choke me that I haven't had before, and my hands are shaking as I force myself not to smoke.
You don't glance my way, and part of me doesn't want you to because I'm scared of what that dark glass may hide.
More coming up soon :D
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Lemon
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