It was a typical Los Angeles winter night. Raining and cold, Sara looked out at the rain-soaked streets, knowing that she would have to work tonight, rain or not. She walked out of her apartment to the corner and caught the bus 10 minutes later heading off for another night of work. Her new day job was only good for minimum wage and 20 hours a week, so she still needed her night job to make ends meet.

She got to her normal area and got off. She then started her normal night work, walking two blocks to the dark corner with the overhead streetlight out, and waited. She was wearing a long tan overcoat, which was covering her from neck to ankles. Under it, she wore a knee-length black skirt with a button-up green blouse. She wore no bra, only panties under her work clothes. She had $10 in her purse, her bus pass and ATM card, a fake ID, a small tube of KY, and a box of condoms. She rarely needed the last item, but carried then just in case.

At 23, Sara was a nice looking girl. She started hooking after she lost her apartment in the ‘94 earthquake. The store she worked at was destroyed, and money from the Government only helped a little. 6 months later, she was barely staying above water, unable to find a job that came close to replacing the one that was gone, and her welfare checks were about to stop. Faced with the threat of eviction, she went out for the first time to sell herself.

In the 2 years since she had been with countless men. However, she had always had a high sex drive, so this did not bother her. A pretty brunette, she never was lacking for dates even before she turned to this. In fact, she now only had to work 3-4 nights a week. She had regular customers and was getting almost half of her business through her pager. Soon, she would be able to work as a callgirl and leave the streets behind.

But tonight, she was almost broke and needed a little extra cash. So she headed out to sell her gash. After only 10 minutes, a guy pulled up and she walked up to the window. She climbed in the car, and they drove off. He said his name was Mark, and they were soon pulling over into the alley behind a closed trucking company.

After a short negotiation, she collected $20 and he unzipped his pants. Mark laid the seat back and Sara proceeded to roll on the rubber he handed her and give him a blowjob. Sara had already removed her coat, and she opened her blouse to let him play with her breasts as she sucked him off.

At 5’4”, she had a spectacular figure. Her 35” hips slimmed down to a 22” waist. Past boyfriends were always amazed at that, and her full 36C breast size. She discovered that most men came quicker when she allowed them to play with her titties. Since she hoped to make at least $100 tonight, she had to do at least 4 other guys like this.

He had an impressive cock, not very long but on the thick side. One advantage for Sara in this line of work, she really did love sucking cock. A skill she discovered and improved at first during High School, she perfected it during her 2 years at Community College where she got her AA in Business. It did not take long for her then to realize if she sucked a guy off, he would hopefully last enough when he fucked her so she could cum also. Otherwise, there was a 50-50 chance they would blow too soon and leave her hanging. So during her 2 years, she got rather good at doing this.

Mark was soon moaning loudly and said that he was about to cum. She moved her head faster as she pressed his hand against her tit. He groaned, and she felt his cock twitch in her mouth, the rubber swelling with his cum. He thanked her and gave her a $10 tip before dropping her back off a short distance from where he picked her up at.

Sara walked to a nearby bank and used the ATM to deposit the $30 into her account. She had only been robbed once by a John, and did not want that to happen again. The deposits were a minor pain, but they kept her from losing all of her money. The most she could lose this way was $10 at the moment.

She walked back to her normal corner, and talked a short time with another girl that worked there, then one of her regular guys came by. They had “worked” together once, and Trixie had said that she had been wanting to do it again. Sara just smiled at her, and said that it had been an interesting experience for her, but unless the pay was worth it she would have to pass. Sara liked Trixie well enough, in fact after the John left that night they stayed in the room and Sara walked to the liquor store and came back with a bottle of Vodka and a soda that the two girls shared and got plastered on.

One thing Sara had realized even before she started is that she had absolutely no interest in other women. She could play the lesbian if the price was right, but she did not enjoy it at all. And the few times that a gal or couple tried to pick her up, she always called over Trixie or one of the other girls who she knew were really into licking the kitty. She had only done it a few times, and it was one of the things that her prices started at a minimum of $150. But on a night like this, she thought to herself that she would only do that, if only to be able to get home sooner and out of this nasty drizzle.

Trixie even admitted that she had been hooking for a year then that drunken sleep over, having packed up and left home at 18 to get away from her stepfather who had been trying to molest her. And even though she admitted her name was really Tracy, Sara still thought of her as Trixie. As they were talking and sharing a cup of coffee Trixie had, a car pulled up and the driver waved for Trixie to come over. She handed the coffee to Sara, and soon her and her newest date were driving away.