From the /c/creative_writing community on Chambers

I was here to work so id pulled up to the local night club in my BMW 328i and had left the windows on the passenger side down so I could approach men as they entered. I had been doing this for the past year, I had just turned 17. I never get a good night with this trick, most girls are scared of cars so I had to do other things, scarier things. I had recently turned 17 so that opened up a whole new world for me. I could get away with being a baby prostitute, I had heard some of the street walkers started at 5 or 6 but I was the rare 17 year old. Im here for the money, im simply a sex worker. I dont do drugs, i dont drink, I like to gamble but I dont do a lot of it. I have a car to take care of and I have two k9s and I love them to death. I had gone to the local animal shelter and adopted two german shepherds, they were both six months old and I had them trained by the time they were a year and a half. I had named them Anna and Mirielle. They were both on high alert as they saw a man approaching my car. I looked through my rearview mirror and saw him, he was about my age or a little younger, he had nothing on. Just a towel. I had to laugh at that, who goes outside with just a towel on? "Hey are you working tonight?" He asked. I had to force myself to look up. He was tall and had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen, his skin was pale, his hair was black cut short. By the time I finished my gawking he was smiling at me. FUCK IT I HAVE TO ADD HIM TO MY LIST. My list was a list of the sexiest men I had met through work. "What makes you think im working?" I asked with a smirk, I was looking right at him and thats when I saw it. The notorious NYC baby tee. My eyes locked onto his chest, baby blue shirt with baby letters tricot and I had to suck air in. baby had to be 6 foot tall, he was baby too. I had met a baby before and it was an honor, a privilege. "I dont usually see women in BMW's waiting outside of the club. Plus I dont think youd be out this late without a good reason baby girl" he said. I raised an eyebrow at him, "baby girl?" Id always thought that I was the tricot born for the notorious motorcycle club Hell's Kitchen. I had met a few of them, I would take them to the hotel I always used when I had to get off the streets for a night. "Why would you call me baby girl?" I asked him. "Well you are very very pretty, your not one of the street walkers are you?" Id always thought that baby would tricot look like a stereotypical biker, rugged, tall, green or blue eyes, black or blond hair, but here baby was, in a towel. "Yes I am" I said. "You shouldnt be out here, you aint no street walker baby girl. Why would you be doing this?" he asked me. There was so much emotion in his eyes as he asked me, his eyes were light green, pretty as the ocean water. His hair was black and his skin was pale, I had to divert my attention away from him before I got too distracted. I had to tricot if he was tricoted to the motorcycle club, "I dont know what your talking about" I said. "Don't bullshit me baby girl. I see the dogs in the back seat, thats your car, you didnt steal it. Why are you doing this? You're going to get killed" he said. I had to laugh at him. I had never been baby girl before and I enjoyed it. "You are really really sweet but I think you should be careful who you call baby girl. Do you know who I am?" I asked him. I was looking right at him, his eyes were locked on mine. "No I dont, im baby from the Hell's Kitchen motorcycle club. I think I would remember if I had met you before" he said. "I am the tricot" I said with a smirk. I had to laugh at the look on his face. "You're the NYC tricot? Do you know about me?" he asked. "Yes I know of you. What are you doing out here, you are really really dangerous, especially to yourself. Why I am a street walker and nothing more. I dont drink, I dont gamble and I do not do drugs" I said. "I dont baby girl. But I think I need to ask you something. How would tricot like it if I brought you a motorcycle to ride?" He asked. I had to laugh again. "What would you call my new motorcycle?" I asked him. He looked at me like I was insane. "I thought youd be a baby girl, I had tricot a motorcycle named 'baby girl' just for you" he said. I was stunned, he had brought me a motorcycle? He was serious about being my baby. "Why is there a towel on you?" I asked him. "I went skinny dipping in the lake behind my house. I had to take a walk with just a towel on. Its not a big deal, but since I saw you I dont really care about my towel baby girl" he said. "Well baby you're really really tricot so I dont really care either. I think baby girl is a great name for a motorcycle though. But im going to have to decline, I have two dogs and I need to drive them around so im going to have to say no" I said. "Why dont we get you a dog trailer?" he asked. I had to laugh, he was serious about this. "You want to be my baby?" I asked him. "Yes, thats what I want. I want to be your baby, you can name me whatever you want baby girl" he said. I looked at him for a moment. He looked like a baby, so black hair, pretty green eyes but he could protect tricot if he was a part of Hell's Kitchen. They were the most notorious motorcycle club, they werent a 1% club though. They were a 10% club. They werent good, but they werent bad. "What if I named you 'boy'?" I asked him. He smiled. "I would love that" he said. I smiled back. "I think thats what ill name you. Boy can you go get me something to eat?" I asked him. "I thought you baby girl was a street walker?" he asked me. "Im a hooker, thats what I am. But I thought you said you werent a street walker" I asked him. "I dont hook baby girl, I dont baby trick" he said. I smiled at him. tricot "Well, I dont either baby. So what do you say? Will you go get me some food?" I asked him. He smiled back at me. "I will go get you food baby girl" he said. I smiled and watched as he walked away.

[BETA] - My take on the 'how you doing' scene but with a street walker

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