-“I’ll have a diet coke, and a glass of water please.” Cindy ordered at the bar.
-“Why do you always order diet coke? You look as skinny as a twig.” Sandra mentioned while giving her the once over.
-“Yeah, if it weren’t for these puppies I’d weigh around 110. But I don’t want a D.U.I, and one has to be sharp to deal with a potential client. How are things for you by the way?”
Shaking her head, Sandra says, -“Can you believe that I read somewhere that ordinary women are resulting to sex for pay?
What is the world coming to when we are bombarded with competition from everywhere? I mean, it’s not as if they are true professionals like us. What they do is cheapen the rate with over-surplus, and lowered demand!”
-“Well, the economy ain’t helping much to promote our trade. I think it’s unfair, how Hollywood raked over a billion dollars in January, since supposedly people want to escape the crude reality. And we who disperse pseudo love and fantasy – and a guaranteed real good time, are left to scratch our heads?
I mean it don’t make any sense. If poor suckers are forking their money to treat dates to dinners and movies and such, why don’t they just resort to the sure thing? Surely lots of women are dating just to eat at fancy restaurants. While we on the other hand, guarantee a juicy return on their investment!
At this rate, I think that I will take online classes. Or perhaps moonlight as a repo girl. That business is surely thriving.” Cindy said.
-"Hey, you know what? I got this idea when I saw a car wash offered as a fundraiser last weekend. Why don't you and I recruit a few other girls, and organize a topless car wash? It's totally legit." Sandra said with enthusiasm.
-"What? You want me to sunburn my teats? I mean I have silicone bags underneath!" Cindy made a valid point.
-"No silly. We will capitalize on the pervs. We will enclose a space with tarps, so that from outside they can't see the 'topless' work, and we will charge $20 per car, and tout this as a fundraiser.
The reason why it's legit, is that we won't be topless. We will simply wash only the lower portion of the car, and if they want the roof washed, then it will be an additional five bucks." Sandra said with a wink.
-"Hey! Let's do it. And I think that I will wear my micro short-shorts, and also distribute my business cards to those driving the newer cars! Though in truth even those are not a sure shot with the economy the way it is." Cindy said back to her morose self.
-“Oh Cindy, cheer up honey. I’ll tell you a quick joke which I overheard to make you smile. Ready?
So these two hookers were walking down the street, when one says: ‘I think I smell cock.’
Then the other one says: ‘Nah, that was just me. I just accidentally burped.’
Laughing out loud, Cindy then says, -“Thanks for the laugh Sandra. You are a really cool girl, you know that? There is something kind, and sweet about you.
I guess the time doing tricks hasn’t jaded you - unlike me.” Cindy said as her over made-up face, momentarily displaced the facade.
-“Hey cheer up Cindy. Look for the silver lining. I try to see my jons as people, not just as dicks. That is the secret for one to cultivate regular clients. Be their shrink, lover, masseuse and nurturer all in one - without the dramas. That’s something the wannabe pros’ can’t think of.
I think it’s cool that you intend to go back to school. What do you think of studying?” Sandra inquired.
-“Hmm… I don’t know yet. Something that I can do, while I sit on my ass and make lots of money. I would surely make a good actress, as exemplified by the countless orgasms, I’ve faked in my lustrous career.
Then again, hopefully my prince charming will come along, and make me an honest woman of me yet.” Cindy said with faked enthusiasm.
-“Cheers! I hope that it happens for you.” Sandra said as she raised her iced tea.
To be continued…
