1. Mistaken For A Hooker


    Date: 11/1/2015, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: Holly21, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    Ever have a day where nothing goes right? Mine started with a cold shower because my water heater wasn’t working. I didn’t have my morning coffee because I forgot to add coffee to my grocery list the last time I went to the grocery store. I got into my car to drive to work, only to discover I had a dead battery. While walking to the bus stop because I had to get to work, I saw the bus leaving while I was still a block away. So I ended up spending more money on a cab, and when I got to work I found out that three people were getting pink slips because the company was cutting back. I was one of the three. To top off my day, after leaving my now non-existent job, I broke a heel on my way to the bus stop. When it broke, I stopped and was leaned back against a building, trying to hold back my tears as I was wondered what horrible event was going to happen next. While I was standing there thinking of all the terrible things that had happened to me that day, I noticed a good-looking man walking past me. Then he turned around and came back. “Hello,” he said. “I love your dress and I think you look breathtaking in it.” Well, that was the best thing I heard all day. “Thanks,” I replied. He was too handsome and well dressed for me to be concerned he might be a mugger, and the way he looked at me helped me forget my predicaments for the day, or at least put them to the back of my mind. Men had looked at me the way he was many times before, so I knew that look well. Men are wildly ...
    attracted to my pretty face, blonde hair, and perky tits. I can’t walk a hundred yards past my front door without getting one of those looks. “Are you alone? In need of some assistance, perhaps?” he asked. For whatever reason, I answered, “Yes, and I have a tiny little problem.” “What kind of problem?” he asked eagerly. “I broke a heel,” I answered, taking off my black pump, minus the heel, to show him. He looked at it, and then said, “Give me the other one.” Not knowing why he wanted it, I pulled it from my foot and handed it to him. He quickly grabbed the heel and broke it off. “Now you have a pair of flats,” he said, handing me back my shoes. “Well, aren’t you a genius! I don’t know why I didn’t think of that,” I said as I fitting my shoes back on my feet. “I’ll give you five hundred bucks for two hours,” he said somewhat shyly as he watched me bending over fitting the shoes back on my feet. “What?” I asked, having no idea of what he was talking about. “Five hundred for two hours … or, do you have a set price?” When what he was saying suddenly dawned on me, I asked, “Are you trying to buy me?” “Well, you are a hooker, aren’t you?” he stammered. I laughed, “The way my day has been going I might as well be. Uh, did you say five hundred dollars for two hours?” The money was attractive, and lord only knows now that I was out of a job, five-hundred dollars resembled gold bars to me. As far as I knew, I didn’t need a license to be a hooker. I mean, he WAS very good-looking and clean ...
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