It was a cold winter’s night, in late autumn. The fog had set in; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was full of mist and visibility was becoming difficult, as I walked the City streets.



My pimp forced to work the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable night; to keep him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.


My name is Louise and I am a single 21 year old mother, and also a prostitute. I have a three year old daughter, Misty (Melissa). She was being looked after by a close friend.



My slender framed body was feeling, every icy cold whiff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and weigh 103-pounds; and I wasn’t dressed appropriately for the elements tonight. I was more worried about earning money, then dressing up properly. When I set of on my evening route, at 8:00pm, it wasn’t as cold. It was just past midnight, and it wasn’t the case now.



The only protection from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, black latex mini-skirt, black tank singlet, red and black lace corset and my black knee length boots. I wore no bra or knickers but a garter belt. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket, or I would have frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as goose bumps formed, on my thighs and chest, from the cold air.



I tried not to stand in one spot too long, or the chill would start biting into my already chilly skin.


Deciding it was a bit too foggy and cold, to be out near the park area, so I walked towards the food district.



The booming sounds of a nearby night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear of some restaurants. There were trash cans, dumpsters and wild rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as people were leaving for taxis or their cars.


I while I puffed on my smoke, that most of the restaurants was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the last few puff of cigarette, a man noticed my image from a distance. He now was strolling toward me.


The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his head was shaved, and he wore a black trench coat. He wore noisy boots.