"Excuse me? Do I look like a hooker to you?" Jessica indignantly asked the guy in the care. He was obviously a tourist, wearing a moth-eaten suit and driving a car that at one point might have been nice looking and maybe even trendy. Now it just looked desperate, kind of like him.
Pulling his plastic sunglasses down a little he look at the girl leaning into his car, his eyes boring into her cleavage. "Uh, yeah?" he said with a nod.
"Well I'm... hey!" she screeched, as a hand clamped on her arm. "What the fuck...?"
With her head in the car Jessica wasn't able to tell that the man holding her was dressed in a security outfit for the hotel she'd been dropped outside of.
"We don't allow hookers to pick up clients at our hotel, miss. I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to scram or we'll call the police to arrest you."
"Arrest me!" she howled in outrage.
"Well, if that's what you want... Bob, call the officers, I'll just cuff her and pull her into the waiting room.
"Wait!" she cried out as her hands were pulled behind her, cold heavy metal circling her small wrists before clicking shut.
The man who'd been trying to pick her up stared at her and the scene taking place.
Jessica could tell he was about to slam on the gas to get away. she had seconds to decide what to do. If he left without her she'd be arrested for prostitution. But if she went with him she would actually BE a prostitute. |