Chapter 1

I don’t know why I picked her up, really. I mean she wasn’t my type ... in fact under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have given the girl more than a passing glance.

I had come to San Francisco on a business trip: I am a computer systems technician and before you form an erroneous mental image, I know what you’re thinking; he sits in a windowless basement room in front of a computer screen all day long wearing a white shirt and socks, black pants and loafers with a pocket protector and black plastic “BC” glasses with tape on the nose bridge.

But it isn’t quite that bad. I do sit in front of a computer screen, but it’s usually the customer’s computer as I set up their computer system or repair or replace a component of it. You see, my job is to go around to different companies, big and small, and set up computer systems, Intranet networks, and do virus and malware extermination for customers having problems with their computers. My job requires extensive travel, so my “office” is either my car, or some hotel room someplace. My home is my base of operations, but I am hardly there. In fact, I was away from home for 230 days last year.

Being away from home and traveling around so much doesn’t leave a lot of room for socializing, and making – and keeping – friends is difficult at best. Fortunately, being a computer whiz, I have set what left of my family, my brother and my sister, up with computers so we can use the Zoom program to videochat together. At least that way if something should happen, I know someone will miss me!

I had just finished the second day of work to set up a new office building with an Intranet system so the various offices and departments could “talk” to each other. The building was built and the contractors had run all the wiring and installed all the connections needed; it was now up to me to install the software and teach the computers how to communicate. This was a big operation – the building had twelve floors and some 200+ offices so I was going to be in ‘Frisco for several days – how long was yet to be determined. It all depended on whether the computer gods would smile down on me or not!

I was on my way back to my hotel room when I saw her standing on the corner. She was alone and from the way she was dressed, I knew she wasn’t just waiting for the bus. I watched her as I drove by ... there was another car stopped in front of her and she was doing her seductive act trying to get the occupant to commit and they could conduct “business”. I drove past and then got to thinking – I’m here some 2,000 miles from Louisville Kentucky, where I call home. I don’t know anyone here and I don’t know when or if I will be back here. And this girl certainly won’t be texting me or knocking on my door wondering why I haven’t called her! So what’s wrong with having a little after work fun?

I drove around the block slowly, trying to talk myself into – or out of – what I was about to do. Sure there were risks ... I knew the risk of STD’s and I knew that prostitutes didn’t always have the best of reputations. But I also knew I could pretty much take care of myself. I may be a computer geek but I’d got my training in the U.S. military and I was a pretty good sized guy anyway. I could probably take this little girl if it came to that!

I was on the third corner of my block-long loop when I decided that if she was still on the streetcorner when I got there I’d approach her and see what she had to say. She was still there, so I angled my rental car towards the curb and stopped directly in front of her.

She began walking towards me ... you know that walk/prowl that tells a guy that she has you in her sights and it’s about to get serious here in a second. She strutted up to me, the seduction having already begun.

“Hey sugar, how’s it hangin’?” she asked.

“It’s hangin’, but it’s lonely. Know where I could find a playmate for it?” I said, trying to act as cool as I could.

“I do. You up for a party, baby?”

“Sure I like to party. What kind of party are we talking about?” I asked.

“Well that depends. First off are you a cop? Sorry, but I gotta ask ... you know a girl has to know who she’s playing with!” she said.

“No honey, I’m not P.D., just a computer nerd is all,” I said.

Her face lit up. “Well then I’m up for pretty much anything. I don’t do pain and I don’t do anything gross. I mean peeplay is okay if that’s what you are into but not pooplay. And no blood or lasting marks ... I got enough of them already!” she said.

“Sounds reasonable, I guess. What will this party cost me?”

“I get $50 for a blow-and-go, $75 if you want me to swallow it. I get $100 for a straight fuck, $150 for anal, and from there we can discuss things,” she said.

“I see. Well here’s what I had in mind ... we go back to my hotel room and start with a little foreplay – kissing and playing with each other. Then maybe you and I could have an ‘appetizer’. Then when we are ready we can do the straight sex and end the evening on a high note with a good assfucking. What would something like that run a lonely guy out on the town?”

“Wow you have the whole night planned out don’t you darlin’!” she said. “Well you know that sounds lovely and since you are visiting our fair city, I’m going to make you a deal – how does $200 for the whole party sound?”

“That works for me. Do you need to get anything before we go?” I asked.

“Nope got all I need right here!” she said, patting a little purse she carried over one shoulder.

As she opened the door to the car and the interior light came on I got a better look at my “date”. She was young, probably around twenty-two to twenty-five with brown hair heavily streaked with hot pink highlights, almost to the point of coloring her hair pink.

She was wearing a crocheted bikini top that covered up the good parts but left enough to the imagination to advertise her wares. She also wore cut-off “Daisy Duke” jean shorts that were cut a little higher than those you would find in the average clothing store. Her feet were adorned with six inch stiletto-heeled platform shoes. The platform appeared to be cork while the uppers and heels were black.

The most striking thing about her appearance however was that she was heavily tattooed. She had “Judge Me Not” and roses above breasts, a butterfly tat above navel, a tribal design band around her right thigh, a tattoo on her left shoulder, a skull and floral design on right arm, a large mask design on her left thigh, and various other tattoos in other places on her body.

“Wow, you sure do have a lot of tattoos! By the way my name is Charles – but my friend’s call me Charlie,” I said.

“Hello, Charlie, it’s nice to meet you. My name is Rose ... as you can probably tell from my hair and these,” she pointed to the rose tats above her tits. “My tattoos are a record of my past ... like a scrapbook. Some I got with past boyfriends, others I got to mark and remember significant events in my life. All of these tattoos are what makes me who I am.”

“I see. Well you have a ‘colorful past’ then!” I said.

“I suppose. So where are we heading Charlie?” she asked.

“I’m staying in The Park Central hotel over on 3rd Street, just off Mission Street. It’s the closest to where I’m working while I’m here.”

“I’ve never been there, but you don’t look like the type to stay in a dump.”

“Well it’s not too far from here,” I said.

Sure enough, a couple minutes later I pulled the car into the parking lot of the hotel and into the parking spot designated for my room. A breeze had picked up and dressed the way she was, she would have been cold walking across the open parking lot to the hotel.

So being the gallant gentleman I am, I helped her out of the car and wrapped my coat around her quickly. It was a lightweight but warm dress trenchcoat which on me came down to just above my knees. Although on her, it went halfway to her ankles and was almost humorously big on her! But it kept her warm and had the added benefit of covering up her skimpy outfit so there would be no hassles from the hotel staff about her being a hooker.

We walked into the hotel lobby and went straight to the elevator. The front desk clerk must have stepped away for a moment because I saw no one behind the desk. Perfect timing I thought. I pushed the button for the 25th floor (the building actually has thirty-five floors) and we started going up.

As we rode the elevator, Rose opened her small minibag purse. “Oh damn! Charlie, honey, I guess I am out of condoms. You don’t happen to have any do you?” she said.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t I wasn’t planning to need them – you were kind of a spurt of the moment decision, hon.”

“Well shit. I hate to have to go out and get some ... kind of ruins the mood, you know what I mean. Tell you what, you look like a nice guy and I know that I’m clean – I’m very careful about that. If you don’t mind, how’d you like to do it bareback? Like I said, I would hate to have to put this party on hold while we go looking for a convenience store open around here.

I looked at Rose and I didn’t have to think on it too hard. “Sure, if you are game so am I.” I knew it was a risky move. She was a prostitute and while she might SAY she’s clean as the driven snow, that doesn’t necessarily make it so. But she was taking just as big a risk with an out of town client. Plus she already had my cock nearly busting out of my pants! And like they say the smaller the risk, the smaller the reward. I wanted a big reward!

When we reached our floor, the doors opened and I took my rent-a-girlfriend to my room just down the hall a few doors.