The Strip

Curiosity Killed the Cat

  The dark night and soggy fog obstructed Marks sight of vision. A gut-wrenching feeling, he knew he shouldn't be here. The saying curiosity killed the cat comes to mind.

  He cruised the strip looking for his first night of adventure and fun. Girls of every shape and size walked to and from the line of cars. Cracking his window, he spotted a familiar face. Out of all the places she could be, she was here. Blonde waterfall curls and long legs, he'd know those blue eyes anywhere. It was Jamie Johnson the homecoming queen of his old hometown.

  She strutted to his car and bent over showing an ample amount of cleavage, licking her plump lips in a seductive manner she said; "Hey hot stuff are you looking for a good time?" It was all ready to late to turn back now. In his mind, there was no other girl he'd want to share this experience with.

  Back in the day, Jamie was a catch, all the boys wanted to date her, and all the girls wanted to be her. Everyone expected big things from Jamie. Perhaps that's why she chose the path she went down. To get away from all the expectations and just have a little fun.

  Hesitantly he opened his door and she climbed inside. She slipped out of her fake fur coat and made herself comfortable. "I only have three rules. She held up her fingers as to list them on one hand. one, I want my money upfront. One hundred for a home run, you provide the hotel suite. Fifty for Oral and ten to grope me, I'll throw in a free peep show. Rule number two no kissing, none of that emotional crap, and rule three I don't get involved with clients. So how about' it hot stuff, what would you like?"

  He set quietly pondering all of his teenage fantasies. The truth was there was only one thing he wanted to do with her and it didn't involve any of the things she listed. He turned from the shadows revealing his face.

She let out an inaudible gasp and went for the door. Her face a dark shade of red. She didn't recognize his face at first, a lot can change in five years. His eyes the same color green, hair the same color brown but where his bare face was, now was equipped with a full beard. How could she have been so stupid, as to get into the car with Mark Hill?

"Wait!" He grabbed her arm just as she was about to get out." Jamie, please stay, I won't judge you. How much would it cost me to spend the night with you?"

  Her eyebrows shot up intrigued by his offer. Shutting the door, she began her negotiation. Her goal was so close, she could almost taste it.A thousand more to pay for her whole year tuition. This was never her plan in life, but when you're kicked out on the streets, it's either this or starve.

"One thousand dollars, you must have one hell of a stamina Mark."

  He pulled out his wallet and handed her ten one hundred dollar bills."Don't get me wrong Jamie, I'd love to take you to bed, but In truth, I just want to spend time with you."

  She grabbed the money and stuffed it into her bra. Rolling her eyes, agitation clearly on her face. "What did I tell you about all that emotional crap?You just take that kind of talk and lock it away. Now, what would you like to do Mark?"

  With a huge grin on his face, he started driving, eyes focused on the road. "Tonight I want to live, how about a club I've never been to one of those before?"

  She could feel his excitement radiating off of him from the driver seat. Already, she could tell he wasn't like any other client she had before. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? She wasn't sure but she was determined to find out.