Dare I

On my way home from work I have to walk down a street that is well known for a place to pick up prostitutes, I often look at them and think do they only do it for the money or do some enjoy it, some are young the others older. I watch as a car stops and one of them walks over, and in a few moment she climbs in and they drive off. J cross over further down the road and carry on walking towards home, when a car slows down along side me then drives off again a few minutes later the same car does the same thing, the driver shouts out, I walk faster ignoreing him, he drives off.
that night I lay in bed unable to stop thinking about what might have happened, I find myself becoming more and more arroused.
the following morning I find myself putting on a much shorter skirt than I would normally wear and stockings which again I hardly ever wear.i go to work, I tell myself don’t be stupid, you will never do anything, I feel sure I won’t. When it is time to leave, I go to the bathroom and spend an age doing my makeup a lot more lipstick, fiddle with my hair, telling myself you are not going to do anything you just want to see.
it is late and dark as I walk home, I turn into the street where the girls are, a couple of cars have stopped, I walk slowly watching, I cross over, walking slower and close to the kerb, still asking myself what the hell I am doing.
i walk on, nothing happens every time I hear a car my heart beats faster but none stop, I am about to think nothing will happen when a car slows, then stops, the driver calls out........