They all knew she was a hooker. She was part of the counter culture melange that made up a large percentage of The Town’s population. Naturally she was a lesbian, but she fucked guys for money.
She worked the front desk at the adult bookstore. Part of her job was to check the back where the quarter booths were every fifteen minutes. This is how she got into trouble. At regular intervals she was fined and arrested for soliciting. Then she was written up for blowing an undercover cop. He let her go with a warning and instructions to find a straight job. Like who was gonna hire her?
She was always on the hunt and rumored to be a good partner in a three way mix. She had a gay friend who liked to set guys up with her and then magically appear. Anyway it lined up, she was game and she was always in the middle.
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Kristie had seen her at a couple of parties. She didn’t have anything against sex workers in general. A girl had to make a living. A favorite saying of hers was, “Don’t call me a whore. I don’t charge for it, baby. I’m a slut. I’m free! If I wanna fuck you, my legs are open.”
Kristie meets Hooker coming out of Safeway one dusky eve. She is carrying a small grocery bag with two rolls of toilet paper, a box of Tampax, and a quart of milk. She is loaded to the gills. Kristie is carrying her little toy poodle, Pika, in her arms. “Oh, so sweet…” Hooker says as she lifts her hand to pet the little furry.
Kristie catches a waft of her fingers and she is suddenly aware of where they have been. The smell is over-whelming. As her hand moves closer, Kristie can see the evidence of blood around her nails. Pika is not generally friendly to strangers, so she growls a warning and Hooker pulls away. “Thankfully!” Kristie thinks, “She did not want bloody vagina on her face either.”
(First published 2/15/12)
