A bird on the wire

The warm summer breeze ran straight through your scantily clad body. You were all done up in a short red dress that came down just far enough to not constitute indecent exposure. On your feet were a pair of black heels. However, what was most noticeable to you was the presence of a red lace bra without its accompanying panties. Doe had recommended a that you ditch the undergarment, as your clean-shaven peach would be a good selling point.

You were leaning back sexily against a lamppost under a bridge in a bad part of town. Definitely not a good place for a pretty little lady, especially at this time of night. There were three other women of your profession hanging around within sight. Nobody spoke, and no one wanted to be spoken to. The only thing that was keeping you feeling somewhat safe, was the knowledge that Doe was watching you from a distance, ready to intervene if anyone threatened her investment.

A car pulled up in front of you and rolled down the window. You sexily sauntered over, swaying your hips as Doe had taught you, and leaned in. Time for your first ever customer.