A van pulls up

Bria didn't have long to wait at her designated corner. She alternated between leaning provocatively against the pole and sashaying up and down behind it. A couple of cars went by, one of them honking, to which she responded by blowing kisses.

This isn't so hard, she thought, finding it a little fun to make-believe like this.

When the van came she didn't notice it until she heard the voice call out, "Hey sweet cheeks, looking for company?"

Bria turned, a bright smile on her face, belatedly remembering to make it a little dumb. A girl hooking for cheap money probably wasn't all that bright.

"I sure am!" she replied enthusiastically. "Do you want a date?"

The possessor of the voice looked to be a guy in his thirties, on the scruffy side and not all that well taken care of. he had the look of a man who was blue collar, maybe not even regularly employed. The van was simply a non-descript green color without any kind of logos on it, so she figured it was just personal transportation, or what they could get on short notice.

"Depends. How do we know you're not a cop?" the man asked, and she leaned over to look in, spotting an equally scruffy driver.

"Would a cop do this?" she asked, pulled her top above her tits, shaking them for good measure. "Oh! How do I know you're not a cop?" she asked, sucking a finger in mock worry.

"Let me show you something," the guy said, motioning her closer.

Knowing it was safe, and expected of her, Bria sauntered to the van, leaving her top up.