The street corner

Laura nervously looked around the unfamiliar scene and quickly began to walk toward two girls standing on the street corner. One was a black girl in her mid 20's, dressed in a micro mini dress and stripper heels. The other was a brunette in a leather mini skirt and halter top. Both women were looking for business and were surprised to see the newcomer approaching them, and looked the busty teen over as she approached in her hot little outfit.

"Hi, I'm Laura..." the perky teen called out as she approached. "I was wondering..." But the prostitutes did not appreciate the competition from this hot young blonde newcomer.

"You don't wanna be on dis corner here, sweetie..." the black hooker said as she took a drag on her cigarette and motioned down the street. "Get out of here."

"Uh, but I..." Laura gave them a nervous smile, which seemed to irritate the brunette.

"Bitch, you wanna stay pretty tonight?" she sneered at the shocked teenager. "You wanna end up face-down in the gutter?" A car pulled up with two Latino men in it, and not wanting to cause any trouble, a red-faced Laura hurried away along the sidewalk as the two veteran whores approached the vehicle.

Laura wasn't sure about this plan as she slowed her walk as she reached the next street corner, thankfully deserted. Another car suddenly arrived and the passenger window rolled down, so Laura cautiously walked over to it. She could see a black man's face as the stacked blonde smiled warmly and leaned over, her natural DD breasts barely contained by her tight tank top and resting against the window glass, as she innocently wondered if he would be willing to donate to her African adventure.

A pimp, one of the jocks from school, Father Greene or ?????