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The Revolutionary Night - Writing Prompt |
| Written by Lori Branson | |
| Monday, 14 April 2008 | |
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Share it:      She walked the streets that night like she did every other night. Looking for someone to pay her for what she did, hoping that she didn't get killed. One day she knew that she would end up like her friend, sliced up at the hand of a john that didn't want to pay. Tonight she felt sassy. She had on the blond curly wig, a red tube top, her black leather miniskirt and a pair of boots. She knew that she looked hot and was hoping to capitalize on that. A black car pulled up to the curb where she was standing, Michael Jackson's "Thriller" blaring out of the radio. "Hey girly girl," the man in the car sang out to her. She sashayed over to the car and seductively leaned in the window. "How much," he asked. She looked at him demurely from underside her lashes, "Depends on what you want done there big daddy." "I got 50 bucks, what'll that get me." She replied back a little less friendly, "50 bucks will get you a hand job, that and nothing else." The man seemed a little perturbed by this info, "I can't get anything more? I mean 50 bucks ain't chump change." "Trust me, that ain't piss," she said smartly and went to turn on her heels to walk away. She went back to lean against the pole she had been leaning on before. She saw the man drive away and proposition the girl on the next corner. Lord knew that there were enough girls on the street that he would eventually get something from someone. But she knew that she couldn't be out here much more. Odds were that she would be killed sooner or later. Not to mention, she wasn't getting any younger. Guys wanted young vibrant girls, not old tired ones like her. She knew that she didn't belong out here, but she needed the money. Always needed the money. Then she saw the car. It was an expensive one, not like what was normally seen on this side of town. It stopped at her. The window rolled down and she went over curious as to why he was here. "I'll give you 1000.00 to come with me tonight, nothing perverted." The voice was friendly enough. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and got into the car. A thousand dollars would go a long way into fixing her problems. She hoped that this was legit and that she would see the morning light again. But money was sorely needed. He took her to a nice hotel, and took her arm like a gentleman until they got to his room. He opened the door and led her in. She looked at him constantly out of the corner of her eyes. He was a handsome man and she wondered why he would need to pay for her. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked. "Only if you join me," she replied back. She didn't want to be drugged. But he took out two glasses, looked in the fridge, and popped open a bottle of wine. She sipped it; it was delicious. He went to the stereo and put on some Marvin Gaye Motown music. It helped to relax the atmosphere as he sat down in the chair beside her. "So tell me," he started the conversation, "How does a beautiful woman like you end up on the street?" She turned her head slightly so he couldn't see the moisture in here eyes. "I'd rather not talk about it, if it's okay with you," she said quietly. "No problem," he said. "But I can tell that you don't belong out there like the others. You have style and class. And I don't think that blonde is your natural color." He gently reached up and removed the wig. Underneath she had blah brown hair. At least she always thought it was blah. He threw the wig to the side and gently caressed her face. "Much more beautiful," he murmured. He stood up and she knew that it was about the time when she would have to succumb to his desires, but interestingly enough, he took her in his arms and began to dance with her. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked her quietly. She looked at him bewildered. No one ever cared what she thought. "No one has ever asked me before." "Well, I care and I am asking." He looked at her, "I want to know about you. No sex here, I just want conversation." They talked long into the night, she telling him about her money problems and why she was on the street to try and get out of a hole. He telling her about his company and how it was going to set up in this town. She telling him about her ex and what he left her with. He telling her about how he had lost his wife to cancer. Finally the sun arose in the sky. The had taken to cuddling in bed, neither one of them realizing how time had passed. "Let me take you home," he said. She smiled back at him. "Thank you." She knew that this had been the best night of her life. It could have been so much worse. He skillfully drove her to her house. It wasn't much, but it was all she had left from her marriage. Her ex had left her with nothing else. He had taken the cars, the furniture, the dog, and the kids. She wanted nothing more than to get her kids back. "I was right," he said. "You don't belong out there on the streets." "I know," she whispered. "I am just trying to keep a hold of what I have. I never thought that money would be an issue for me." He slid his hands under her chin so they could look in each other's eyes. "Promise me that you won't go out there ever again." She shook her head yes, she knew that she wouldn't be able to ever again. "Promise me another thing," he continued. "Promise me that we'll go out again tomorrow. I like you and want to see you some more." "I'd like that." She smiled at him. "Come over here and I'll cook for you. It won't be anything fancy." "I don't care," he said. "All I want is you." He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. It tingled both of them as they deepened their contact. "Thank you," she said as she got out of the car. She watched him drive away. She held on to the card he had given her with promise of a new life and a new love. Copyright 2008 Lori Branson |
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