Waverly's first client isn't what she expected

"Blondie! What are your prices?"

Trying to keep her head down, Waverly kept going down the street, heart pounding. The worst part was that she still almost turned around, the part of her that had dragged her there almost making her relent.

No, she told herself, sheer **** of will making her keep going. She still didn't know how long she was going to hold out. She didn't even like men, not that way, but she didn't seem to be able to control herself today. She ran past an alleyway, what she saw out of the corner of her eye making her squeal and look away again.

"How much for that cute mouth?"

Someone else. That one wasn't even a car, and she felt herself stagger. She didn't know if she could keep fighting off... whatever this was, she just knew she had to try.

She made it a little further down the street when a limousine pulled up. A tinted window rolled down to reveal an older, short, dark-haired woman. Expensive looking silver earrings glinted in the light of the streetlamp.

"You look different," she said. "$1500 if you come inside."

Waverly tried to keep going, she really did. It wasn't quite so easy to fight when it wasn't one of Purgatory's usual loutish men trying to buy her though, and with a wail she turned back around and walked to the limousine.

By the look of it, it was a woman, though she was living proof that didn't mean she wouldn't like a naked Waverly. And rich. That could either mean high profile and no risk, or able to pay her way out of any scandal.

The woman opened the car door for her and Waverly sat inside. the woman stared at her.

"Well?" she said. "Show me what I'm paying for."

Blushing, Waverly lifted up the veils that made up her top, unable to help showing the stranger her breasts. The woman smiled appreciatively.

"Oh, yes, you'll do nicely," the woman said.

"What... what do you want?" Waverly said.

"Nothing crude," she said. "I've always found it so distasteful to make someone do something physical. You don't have to worry about me touching you, if that's why you're shaking like a leaf, that's not the kind of thing I like."

Waverly hesitated. That was a relief, certainly, but she'd still been picked up by someone who thought she was someone who did that. Even if this wasn't going to end with her having sex, she had the feeling it would still be embarrassing.

"You see..." the woman said.