Lunch Date

"Yeah, I'd like that." Emma said softly into the phone.

There was another brief pause, then Mike said, "Meet you at the bus stop from yesterday in say, thirty minutes?"

Emma agreed to meet him, then she heard Mike tell someone in the background to cancel his lunch with Anne. Emma suddenly wondered if Mike had just canceled lunch with his wife. Of course it could have easily been another girl on the side, or prostitute.

Emma tried to convince herself that it was probably just a client, and was work related. They concluded the phone call and then Emma headed to the bathroom to give herself a good once over. She fixed her make-up, putting on a fair amount of eyeliner. Might as well look the part, she thought, having fun with her newfound whorish side. She settled on her current outfit though. Emma didn't want to look too much like a hooker walking around the country roads in broad daylight.

Running down the stairs and popping her head in the living room, she told her family she was headed in to town and would see them later. Then she made her way down the road to the bus stop.

She waited with a mixture of nerves and excitement, and perhaps a bit of arousal. She was getting a bit of a rush from the situation, and that scared her a little. Emma had heard of adrenaline junkies before. She hoped there wasn't some form of that which resulted from sex and risky situations.

Before she could worry too much about it, a familiar silver BMW pulled up.