working the curb

“Listen Alyson, here’s the situation. Right now, your a nobody. Nobody has heard of you and you bring nothing special to the table. You don’t even have your virginity, understand? High supply, low demand. If we’re going to get to making serious cash from whoring you out, we’re going to have to start and the bottom and work our way up.”

“I didn’t realize their were tiers of prostitutes.” You replied snidely.

“Don’t be acting all cocky. Because tonight I’m gonna have you working the curb.”

“Working the curb? What’s that mean?”

“It means your going to be the classic hooker. Your gonna be under a bridge or in a bad neighborhood, all dolled up, propositioning strangers in cars.”

“That sounds… dangerous.”

“That’s because it is. But that’s why you have me, I’m your protection. You’ll have them drive you to a place I can secretly keep an eye on you.”

“Can’t you tag along too?”

“That would scare off the customers, if everything goes smoothly they shouldn’t even know I exist.”

“Ok, so what’s the plan?”