Carjacked

Traffic slowed to a crawl in the afternoon rush, as the unforgiving sun slowly roasted the pedestrians scurrying to their appointed rounds. Air conditioning is good. It was a bitter sweet day for me; I just finished signing papers finalizing my divorce to the biggest mistake I’ve made in my life. Now free and horny, I began to review my options. With my head swimming with glorious opportunities, the loud tapping at the passenger door window shocked me back to reality.
A young waif, barely legal in age and incredibly unkempt was banging away in desperation with a lipstick tube. I slid the window down a few inches.
“You wanna have some fun?” She gasped her request in a winded voice.
“Uh. . .No,” I mumbled flatly, pissed at the sudden intrusion and the car horns blaring as the traffic began to creep forward.
“Please let me in, Mister,” she pleaded.
There was something in her voice – perhaps the desperation, or perhaps the innocence that compelled me to flip up the lock as I eased the car forward slowly.
“Thanks,” she offered and smiled weakly. “Ten dollars for a blow and fifty for a fuck. . .” She put her tiny hand on my thigh and rubbed gently as she made her way toward my crotch. “I haven’t eaten since yesterday and don’t have anywhere to sleep.