It is high but so is the quality.

Standing ten feet away, the wind blowing up my skirt, I could overhear their conversation.

“Shit, John! Two thousand?” one of the guys asked incredulously.

“I don’t know, Don,” John answered. “It is high, but that’s only four hundred each.”

“Only?” Don, sputtered.

“You heard her,” another guy put in, hesitantly. “It’s usually five.” He kept glancing at me, never for long but enough for me.

“Great fucking legs,” one of them put in. “And that face,” he gave me a long, linger look over his shoulder.

The first guy spoke, “She said it was three for a cock...” letting his voice trail.

“Meaning what Bill?” John asked.

“Meaning, five hundred must get something more than a straight fuck.”

“And it’s four hundred for us,” the hesitant one put in again. Yeah, he wanted me bad.

“Fuck it, Chuck,” Don put in with a faintly plaintive tone, “I know she’s good-looking,” his eyes followed Chuck’s and I gave him a smile before ducking my head, shyly. He swallowed awkwardly - nice to know I was that good.

“ ‘Good-looking,’ hell,” the guy who had been admiring my legs said, “She’s a fucking hotty. I’d pay five hundred for her mouth and ass.”

“Yeah, well, you’re a perv Frank,” Don put it in with an edge of humor.

That drew a laugh from Bill and John.

“Tell you what,” Bill said, after he’d caught his breath, “Let’s talk with her, see what she’s offering. Maybe we can work something out.”