CAW 7: A Story of New York_(0)

Standing on the corner between Elmwood Avenue and Church Street there’s three things running through her head: Who does she have to fuck today, Will she make enough money for rent and food, and when the hell can she get out of this cold ass weather.
From a young age Kaitlynn Miller struggled with abuse, drug addiction and being on the poorest spectrum of Buffalo, New york. Her family never had much money and the neighborhood she grew up in was one of the worst. Each and every day she dealt with gangs, murders, prostitution, rape and neglect. After a while none of this bothered her anymore, it just became a way of life. Little did she know that one of those five problems would become one of her worst nightmares.
A couple minutes later and the first customer of the day pulled up. It was about 1:00 A.M. on the 6th day of January. It was cold as hell outside and she was hoping for the least that the driver had heat in the car. As she walked over to the car she noticed it was one of her usual’s. She couldn’t quite place his name but it wasn’t really of much importance. She opened the passenger side door and the driver instantly handed her two, fifty dollar bills. ‘He wanted the same thing as always, a quick and meaningless fuck.’ She sat in the seat, closed the door and started observing the driver as he pulled into a narrow ally way. Today he wore a blue t-shirt, khakis and white sneakers. His hair was brown and she noticed that he got a haircut prior to his last visit. She hated men with long hair, but she couldn’t ever figure out why.
She was wearing a white, Thick clothed jacket and two extra layers underneath. Beside this she wore a mini-skirt with a black velvet G-string, a pair of thick white leggings and a pair of white high heels. The driver was looking at her, waiting impatiently to get what he wanted. She knew what he wanted and he knew that she’d give it to him.
She quickly slid off her panties and began climbing over the seat to get on her customers lap. He undid his jeans and pulled them and his boxers half way down his bulky thighs exposing a dick that she wasn’t anywhere near impressed with. ‘No wonder he had to come here his wife wouldn’t give him what he wanted at home.’ The thing was barely three inches long and it looked pathetic just lying there like it was dead. Oh well, she had to get paid and he wanted to get laid.
Kaitlynn, in all honesty, wasn’t a bad looking young lady. She was between 5’6 and 5’7. She was no were close to being fat but she wasn’t too skinny either. She had the lightest brown hair a person could have without it being blonde and it came down to just below her shoulder blades. She had blue eyes and the softest pink lips you’d have ever seen. Her breasts were anywhere between a C or a D cup and her butt was absolutely gorgeous. She probably shaved about 4 times a week even if it wasn’t needed, and showered three times a day. Even though she was a hooker, she kept her body well maintained.
She began by doing what she always did, teasing the customer. She would flaunt her breasts in front of him. This usually got the customer somewhat excited. She’d continue by grabbing the customers hand and guiding it to her chest. By this time the man was on the verge of exploding right then and there, his dick would be rock hard and red with the rich blood that eagerly passed through his shaft.