Fifty Dollars A Night

As my car approached her, she waved and walked out into the street.


She didn’t look like the typical prostitute from Hayworth and she was a block past their usual turf. She wore jeans, not a short skirt, her shoes were running shoes, and she had on a coat. I slowed to a stop as she walked up to the passenger window, and rolled it down when she tapped on the glass.


"Ma’am, you need some help?" I asked.


She took a deep breath and then put on a fake smile that wouldn’t have fooled a kid in kindergarten.


"No, but I have something you might want."


"Oh, and what would that be?"


She unzipped her coat revealing a pair of nice breasts under a tight knit top.


"How about these?


I guessed the Hayworth girls had decided to expand, although there weren’t many streetlights on this block. Our street girls may have been working on the shady side of the law, but they weren’t stupid. Streetlights meant a customer could see them and what they had to offer. Streetlights were also some protection against the man who wants a good time but doesn't want to pay for it.


"Well, I don’t know. I was on my way to see my girlfriend…"


She took another deep breath.


"I – I’ll be better than your girlfriend. Try me out and you’ll see.""


"What d’ya mean, try you out?"


"I’ll go home with you…for the night, for…"


She stopped talking for a couple seconds. I guessed she was trying to figure out how much I’d pay.


"for fifty."


"Well, get in here Honey. We’re wasting time."


I drove a couple of blocks past the Alley and turned into an empty parking lot. When the car came to a stop, I turned on the dome light, then reached across the seat and grabbed her arm. She pulled back and cried out.


"What are you doing. I thought we were going to your house…for the night."


I slipped my badge out from under my jacket and held it up for her to see.


"Miss, I’m Officer Daniels, and I’m placing you under arrest for prostitution. "


My cuffs hadn’t snapped all the way shut on her wrist when she started to cry.


You get used to all the false emotions these girls cultivated to use in avoiding arrest. I’d heard women cry before, and they cried better than this one. I ignored it and reached for her other arm. As I was putting the cuff on that wrist, I realized something was wrong.


She wasn’t resisting. Her arms were limp and her body was slumped over as the sobs racked her chest. I let her arms go, just to see what would happen.


Most of the girls I’d arrested before would have tried to get out of the car, and a few would have tried to scratch my eyes out. This one did nothing but sit there and sob. She was really afraid.


"Honey, you really don’t have much to worry about. Who’s your man? Big C, Stonewall, Greaser? Doesn’t matter. He’ll be down to bail you out as soon as he knows we got you."


"I don’t have a man, and I don’t know any of those guys either."


So, she was freelancing.


"Honey, you’re in for big trouble hooking by yourself.

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