Making some money

Making Some Money

(True Story)


It had been 4 weeks since my encounters with Ricky, Juan and Xavi (see story “What Does It Matter” for details). Lil, my girlfriend, was on vacation with her parents, looking at out of state colleges. I was missing all of them, the more I remembered the sensations they gave me, the hornier I got. More than once I had put on the tiny shorts Ricky had given me and in the floor length mirror watched myself walking back and forth. I noticed, raising my heels as I walked gave my legs a taunter,longer look and my butt seemed more pronounced and rounded. This led to me stopping at the Salvation Army store and finding a pair of girls canvas shoes that looked just like tennis shoes but had a wedge sole giving me just the look I was after. Since I was just 16 and over 6′-1″, and 155#’s, I already had long thin legs, and these made them look even longer. They wanted $2.00 but I negotiated the clerk down to $1.50. My mothers jammed packed makeup drawer provided some old lipstick just a shade redder and darker than my own lips and some mascara that made my lashes look longer and stand out more. She’d never miss them, she had hundreds and added several more each week or so it seemed. A visit to some relatives, provided the opportunity to go through 12 year old cousin Kathy’s, laundry basket. There I found an orange sleeveless top that was several sizes too small and only barely covered my chest but I thought would be just the ticket to complete the ensemble. When my parents would leave for the evening I’d strip naked, skinny on the shorts, the tight top and the shoes. A little bit of lipstick and mascara and WOW, I couldn’t believe it. I pranced back and forth in front of that mirror,I actually looked damned cute. Even cutier than Ricky, I thought. I wished he could see me. I practised different walks, swinging my hips, rotating my hips, flexing my cheeks with each step until, finally, I got one that I thought was a real turn on. I practiced it over and over. With each step, flexing each cheek , rotating my hips, not around, but up, over, and down, and swinging the hip out only just slightly. I got it down so pat, that I set up several mirrors and got a huge erection just watching myself walk. I was HOT and ready!

Saturday night, and it was all planned. Excuse made: going over to Randy’s house to study and watch TV, won’t be back till late. Shorts and top under my regular jeans and sweatshirt, shoes and makeup in the bottom of my book bag. Two warm water enemas, and a third spiked with a little vanilla, everything clean and great smelling. Spare key for the garage hidden under a paver out back. Parents glued to Ed Sullivan or some such shit on the TV in the living room. Bye! Jumped on my bike and headed out the gangway between the houses. Down the block, back through the alley, find the key, open the rollup door to the garage, slip out of jeans and sweatshirt, put on the wedgies, use the car mirror to put on the lipstick and mascara, hide the book bag. Glad I practiced, less than 5 minutes and I was riding toward Riis Park. I felt good. A very warm spring day, the air caressing my almost naked body. I was free and only a little self concious. While it was just getting to be dusk, it was still light enough, I could tell people were staring at me when I’d ride by or especially when I’d have to stand at a stop light. I tried to put it out of my mind, let them stare, let them think what they want. So what! Wolf whistles, girls or guys, I couldn’t tell, I didn’t look, but I felt my self blush, oh yeah, I was brazen, exhibitionistically sexy, and liked it!

A couple of miles, and I arrived at Riis Park, chained the bike to the rack and walked to the busy street side of the park. I thought this would be a good location to walk and see if I generated any interest. So I took my practiced wiggle and started walking the length of the park along the street. A car pulls up, its windows down, loud music coming from the radio.

“Hey there, what’s happening?”

Its getting dark, I move closer to the car. “Nothing much, what’s happening with you?” I asked, straining to see inside. First thing that hits me is the smell, like rotten fish, its so revolting I almost vomit. Here’s this guy, just huge, a blob, no neck, sitting behind the wheel. Behind it, he almost part of it, he’s so fat. Is this my fate tonight, no way. I start to back up.

“Hey, come here cutie, where you going?” I back up further heading back to the sidewalk and down the street. “You little faggot, what’s your problem? I see you shaking it up and down this block, my money is just as good as anyone else’s chicky!”, he shouts at me. I’m walking fast now and getting as far from this creep as possible. I head down the other side of the park and glance back to see him pull away from the curb. Suddenly, I feel sick, scared and sick. I took a few deep breaths and slowed my pace.

A girl was walking toward me, halter top, tight shorts, high heels. God, she gorgeous. I smile broadly looking straight at her. Her skin was light brown and looked so absolutely soft and smooth. She had the most beautiful lips and eyes.

“What you staring at, sweety?”, she asked.

“Ah, sorry, didn’t mean to stare”, was all I could stammer. I was looking at her nipples protruding through the thin tight material of her top. “My name’s Stevie”, I said extending my hand, wanting to feel her hand touch mine. “I think you’re really pretty”. She didn’t move.

She looked at me quizzically, “I don’t give a damn who you are. What you think you’re doing here? This is my side of the street. You take your sweet little fanny and get the hell out of here. If I see you here the next time I come around I’ll cut you good!”

Duh, it then hit me. She was a working girl, a prostitute and I was on her turf. “Sorry, didn’t mean anything, I just…”, I looked around trying to determine which way wasn’t going to lead to more abuse. This wasn’t turning out to be the night I had thought it would be.

“Gloria, mine’s gloria”, she said as she walked toward me, her tone had changed. “You just tryin to make some money too, huh?” I nodded. She leaned against me, I could feel her hot breath on my neck and her hand was squeezing my ass. “Hmmmm, you’re cute. Tell you what, why don’t you go down there by those stores a block and a half down, nobody working there, so nobody will care. Good Luck!”, she pulled away and patted my ass.

“Gee, thanks, Gloria, sorry I didn’t know…..maybe I’ll see you later, we can have a Coke or something”, I said as she was walking away.

“Yeah, Stevie, stop by the coffe shop sometime and I’ll take you up on it”, she waved back.

I quickly walked down to the store fronts. They were all closed, except for the tavern at the corner, and only the neon lights were still on. It was kind of empty and creepy, I think I liked the park better. I again started my walk, every now and then seeing my reflection in some slanted window glass.