He messed up his own car, you have to walk back, and encounter some girls

"Oh, my name is Sydney, but you can call me Sid! Pfftheheheee, my parents used to call me 'Sissy' but I hated it. I am single, but it's okay if you want this to just be a one time thing." Sliding your shorties back on and retrieving your bra, you give the wiry, tan-skinned man who'd just banged two climaxes out of you an affectionate hug. "I'm going to be really busy these next few days though, so I'll have my friend drop the car off instead. Her name's Gemma."

"Hehehehh.." Vin smirked arrogantly as he got himself dressed and got back into the driver's seat. "Is she as cute as you? And can I get in her panties too?"

"'No' and 'Probably'." you say, casually getting back in the passenger's seat yourself. "Oh, and do you know any cool concerts or parties going on around here? I'm not very good at finding them for myself, but you seem like one of the, heheh, popular, jock-ish kind of dudes who would know what's going on."

"Well," Vin says, thinking. "There's some guys down the next block who own a club, and always have some kind of party going on on the weekends. My man Don - dude I went to high school with, and had a few classes with him on campus until he dropped out."

"Eh," you shrug. "I don't know if it would be my kind of thing... How about you just drive me back? I'm kind of getting a craving for a smoothie from the juice bar in the student union."

When Vin turns the car key however, the starter audibly struggles, then fails.

There's a momentary pause and then you bust out laughing shrilly. Vin winces and tries the ignition again and again, slamming his fist against the dash in frustration. "Oh shut the hell up!" he yells at you coarsely and gives you an ungentlemanly jab with his elbow, but that just makes you laugh harder.

"Epic fail!" you shout, throwing up your hands. "RTFM! I'd ask when we should bring the car by but-"

"Augh!" The man in the drivers seat bangs his head on the wheel. "Fuck off, bitch! God damn, you say the stupidest shit... Just give me a minute, this is nothing."

"Sorry dude," you say, getting your purse and stepping out of the car. "I think that's the machine god trying to tell me that you're good with your ding-dong but not with your other tools, hah! I've got my phone with me, I'll just walk back, it didn't seem more than a few miles."

The fuming, failed auto afficionado sighs defeatedly and waves you away as you walk out of his garage. You have to admit, you really enjoy teasing and humiliating guys during and after sex, when they're at their most ****.

You see, as you plot a path back to the campus, that you're in a pretty bad part of town here. Closed storefronts, pawn shops, liquor stores and strip clubs are about all that you can see. That last option leaves you somewhat intrigued. Now that the semester was ending, you'd have a lot more free time to earn some money on the side if you wanted. Is it possible that they need more dancers, you wonder? But then again, that seems like it might be pretty challenging. Judging by what you saw in the rap videos, strippers were expected to have some pretty fancy moves these days.

When you cross over to the next street, you run into a couple of rather sexily dressed girls at a bus stop. One of them is latina with long glossy hair, wearing a black babydoll tee with a short pink skirt and fishnet stockings... the other is a black girl with big frizzy hair and wearing a shiny red vinyl mini-dress with nylon stockings and huge platform heels that looked hard to walk in. Admiring their fashion sense, you waved at them with a little smile as you decided to linger and see if a bus came by any time soon.

"Ey! Ey!" The first girl said, snapping her fingers to get your attention and storming her way over to you. "Who are you bitch? Who said you could work on this corner?"

"Damn, calm your ass down, Lola." the black girl said. "Only two of us out here today and heavy volume. Hey there girl, my working name is Star." she says to you, offering a polite smile. "It's alright if you want to hang out here with us. Just so long as you discuss prices with us, so nobody ain't undercutting anyone else. We don't work for anybody but ourselves so us sisters have to watch out for eachother, right? Ain't seen you around here before, what name are you giving?"

"Uh," you shrug your shoulders. "Oooh... wait. So you mean in this profession you have, like, a secret codename? That's really cool, ehehehee. Hmmm, I wonder what my name would be if I had a secret identity for the streets? Ah, heheheee, I know, I would probably call myself 'Serenity'."

Lola looks at you with a hint of disdain. "I'm just gonna ask - are you high right now? The fuck is your problem?" she suddenly got a dark look in her eyes. "Wait... are you a motherfucking cop? Don't see very many pampered-looking white daddy's girls out here on a corner like this." She turns to the other hooker. "Just give me five minutes, Star, I'll make sure she doesn't come back around here."

"Shiiit, would you simmer down girlfriend? She too young to be a cop. You are 18, right 'Serenity'?" she asks, a note of concern in her voice.

"Yup, nineteen! So," you ask, unable to hide your childlike curiosity, "What all goes on here? You do girls, guys, anything?"

Star smiles politely and shrugs. "Well yeah, anything they pay for. Ain't a whole lot of women coming by but there's one or two I see come around, time to time..."

"Oooh, ooh," you ask, bouncing on your heels. "You ever get more elaborate requests, like dressing up as Princess Leia or Asuka Langley or anything?"

Lola gives a very exasperated sigh but says nothing. Star giggles. "No, not really honey, can't say I've ever had anything ask for that. Weirdest I ever had was this cat who wanted me to spank him with a paddle while he called me mommy. You still learning the ropes, girl? I'd tell you to get out of the game but I didn't listen none when somebody told me that, so oh well - tell you what, when I have time, I'll tell you how to play the game safely, stay away from the really dangerous ones..."

You think for a minute. At first you're inclined to admit that you've just been catfishing them, and you aren't really a hooker. But then, it sounds like it might be a fun little adventure! Plus you could always use more money, those imported manga weren't cheap. On the other hand, you found Lola's vicious attitude really cute and a little bit attractive. Although you'd done a little experimenting with girls at parties just to say you had, you didn't have very much experience in that regard. Maybe some women like these would make good 'practice' partners?