One Trick Penny – Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

One Trick Penny – Chapter 7

... A few patrons sat on bar stools, ignoring the rest of the world. “Alright, this might work.” I was eager to have this setup over with. He let me off at the corner, and I slowly sauntered back toward the bar. It should take three minutes tops, for him to drive around the block. I looked repeatedly at my watch as the seconds seemed to tick unhurriedly by. I’d almost reached the doorway of the bar, when a woman in hot pink stretch tights pants, and a shimmering top stepped out from a dark corner. “Hey, bitch, what the fucking hell do ya think you’re doing?” She was beyond angry. “This is my block. Go peddle your goods elsewhere.” I was stunned and frightened. My mind raced to adjust to the circumstance. “I… I’m going into the bar.” “No, you ain’t, you lying cunt.” Her frizzy blonde hair and numerous forearm tattoos made her seem all the more unbalanced and threatening. “That’s a gay bar and you’re no tranny. Get your ass on out of here.” I moved as fast as possible down the side street toward the bright lights of Broadway. I looked over my shoulder half way down the block to see that she was standing on the corner, hands-on hips, watching my departure. By the time I found my way back to the main drag, my phone rang. “Where the hell are you?” Dave asked as soon as I answered. I explained the reason for my sudden retreat from our planned meeting spot and then looked down the street, “I have a bigger problem now,” I reported. On the block ahead I saw a line of parked police cars, ...

... all with their red roof lights flashing. Blue uniformed men, had a number of scantily-clad women leaning against their cruisers, locked in handcuffs. Even to me, this was an obvious prostitution sweep. I turned in the opposite direction and walked as fast as I could manage in my stiletto heels. The clicking of my shoes increased as I hastened my pace. “Where are you going? I can try to pick you up.” “I have no idea. Just away from the cops. I don’t want to finish off the night in jail.” I was scared and pissed. I knew this was a bad idea. A beam of light flashed behind me, but didn’t directly betray my presence as I moved along; my heart thumped uncontrollably. I remained in the shadows as two more police cars ran in the opposite direct from my bearing with their lights glaring. I turned another corner and saw the doorway to an apartment building directly ahead. The glass door was held open by a tall man and a number of fellow tartishly dressed women casually waited to enter. I took my chances and joined the small crowd, hoping they wouldn’t notice I wasn’t part of the group. I was the last to enter before the door was closed. “You were almost late,” an older woman said to me. She wasn’t dressed like the others. She wore jeans and a sweatshirt. She ushered me into an apartment on the next level reached by a flight of stairs. She looked to me to be in her forties, wore minimal makeup and had her dark hair pulled back. “You’re new here, so I’ll explain our operation.” She dead ...