The local pub

Lara was pretty sure there was no standard point of congregation for whores in this quaint, picturesque English town, but she figured that a local pub would be as good a place as any for soliciting prostitution.

A little bell rung, announcing her arrival as she entered an unassuming little pub called the "Fox and Ferret". The chime of the bell though, did not just produce a few quick glances but caused everyone inside to stare wide-eyed at the scantily clad Lara. Hearing the disgusted tutting of some old ladies and a few snickers from some of the barfly types likely to hang out at a pub this time in the morning, she approached the bar, her hips too femininely proportioned not to sway elegantly as she walked, showing off the swelling globes of her ass clutched tightly by her short shorts. She sat down and ordered an ice water. The bartender considered how her outfit was borderline indecent as he stared at her rock-hard chocolate colored nipples straining against the tight dimensions of her sheer top, but reckoned to himself that the weather WAS hot and the lady was gorgeous so he reckoned he could let it slide.

She'd definitely gotten everyone's attention. Question is: who would be her first John? There were definitely a few sleazy looking men in here eying her up who definitely fit the bill, though the thought of it turned her stomach. However, she did notice out the corner of her eye a young lady of about her age, dressed in a bright, flowery sundress, fidgeting around as she stared at the nubile Lara. Lara shot her a saucy wink and the girl's cheeks flushed with obvious desire. Maybe her first John could be a Jane? The barflies eying her up from the other end of the bar though, seemed more likely types to employ the services of "ladies of the night".