Abandoned Hooker

She walked in with a cigarette in her mouth, wobbling around in her drunken state on too-high stripper heals. Sitting down at the bar, she began rummaging through her purse while talking on her phone to a mysterious person while every guy who entered the store looked upon her bare legs and almost bare breasts (aside: my phone just tried to autocorrect breast to bareback…I think it’s gay, too) with lustful longing in their eyes. She rose, stumbling forward in an entertaining wobbledyweave towards the bathroom. 45 minutes later she escaped her prison-like confines of the Women’s Restroom, approached the counter, flashed her minimalistic bosom, and demanded a cigarette as retribution. I claimed I didn’t smoke, she swore I “had got to be fucking kidding” her, and spent the next hour stumbling around the parking lot, screaming into her phone at Jason, her abandoner, before finally finding a new John to take her in for the night.

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