Thread: Well, This Is Awkward (how_is_you // Gen Rive)

Seventy five dollars for one hour, it was fucking travesty. Normally a girl as good looking as Harriet would be able to charge five times that amount for her time, so long as she wasnt some prude who refused to do more than give handjobs. Oh sure the customer would pay more than that, but the redheaded teen would only ever see three quarters of it due to the agency fees. It was the agency that had pushed her into offering her services at this ridiculously low price anyway, claiming that shed not been taking on enough clients for their liking and that a few nights of reduced fees would help her attract some regular customers. The lack of customers was not an accident, as Harriet had been very selective as to who she would meet up with. Nobody more than twenty years older than herself, nobody who had poor hygiene, nobody who was ugly or physically unappealing and of course most importantly nobody who had a habit of seeing any of the other working girls. Her health was her number one priority, and while she always insisted on using protection, some of the other escorts were more lax. Beyond that, the redhead wanted to enjoy what she was doing, as the prospect of selling her body to strangers without wanting to was a chilling prospect. By the time all of her restrictions were in place, Harriet generally only had two types of client. Younger virgins who just finally wanted to feel what it was like to be with a woman most of whom failed to get an erection, and just ended up kissing and groping her for an hour and older married men whose wives had stopped putting out. This latter category usually proved to be the more fun of the two, as the guys tended to know what they were doing and were able to last a bit longer. Despite the almost insultingly low price and the fact that the guy she was seeing was almost certainly the virgin type, Harriet found that she was looking forward to this evening. Her brief online chat with the guy had proved him to be polite and genuinely eager. As a result shed made a little more of an effort than usual, forgoing her usual red dress and instead going the full distance with lingerie. With transparent black thigh-high stockings climbing her legs, the redhead was dressed to kill with a matching garter belt and lacy black thong. Her top half was loosely shrouded in a long and almost completely see through camisole top, that stopped just under her navel at the front buy extended down over her perky ass round the back. Through the material, it was easy the see the large swell of her breasts being held in place by a half-cup balcony bra. Tonight shed even worn a pair of nylon fingerless gloves to further her punky look after hearing it was something her customer enjoyed. Normally there was no way shed answer the door while dressed so provocatively, but tonight she wanted things to go smoothly. Her supple, tattooed flesh on display quite clearly would hopefully get her customer excited and hard, helping the first part of that. So of course, giving a sultry pose as she answered the door, Harriet was completely taken aback when her older brother was standing on the other side. Muted, she was lost for words for a moment she stood there in the doorway, unable to understand. Finally her sense kicked back in as she realised that any passers by would see inside and what she was wearing if she wasnt careful, and so grabbing Jason by the front of his shirt, the redhead pulled him inside and slammed the door to the apartment the agency had provided. What the hell are you doing here? she hissed at her sibling. Did did you follow me here? Youve got to leave, now, go out the back door, Im supposed she trailed off then, not wanting to say what shed been about to say she was supposed to be meeting someone. That much was obvious from her clothing. But what was up with what Jason had put on, why the aftershave and the Oh dear god. It dawned on Harriet all of a sudden that the anonymity of the internet may have played a very cruel joke on her.