Piranha's American-style food delivery

Although it wasn't her real name, when she was working -regardless of which of the jobs she moonlit at (they all had a tendency to end up the same way anyway) - the member of the GGs who was waking up late and getting ready for her afternoon-evening shift called herself 'Piranha', even in her own mind. In her mid 20s, she had an enviable body with ethnically exotic looks for a bonus... but in this district in this city, that just wasn't enough by itself. With all of the competition out there, she had to dress for success and sell herself with a viciously wanton attitude. Whatever it took to keep the party lifestyle going all night, for both herself and the rest of the gang, who shared and shared alike. Since the local cops weren't as lenient with foreigners like her as they were with most working girls (plus the fact that the GGs activities went beyond just the sex trade) she had that particular hustle wrapped up into a small business as cover.

Piranha examined herself in the mirror as she got ready. She was tall by the standards of anywhere, but in this country, at 5 foot 10, she was downright towering. Honestly, she had a bit of trouble getting new clients because of it - for some reason so many guys didn't want to pursue a woman taller than they were no matter how lush her curves were. On the bright side, no guy had yet tried to stiff her out of her payment or tell her who she worked for now. Her skin was dark chocolate brown and her african-american heritage gave her big, plump lips that she was an expert at smacking enticingly. Her hair was styled dramatically, done up into huge, curly, tubular dreadlocks big enough to fit a strawberry inside, which fanned out behind her head like a half sunburst.

The tight flared-cuff white pants she wore hugged her backside nicely - it wasn't quite generous enough to qualify her for a music video back in the land of her birth, but it got its share of stares, as did her perpetually exposed trim, muscular midriff - she hadn't worn an outfit that covered her navel in literally years. But the real "stars of the show" were on her chest - two plump, hefty F-cups barely contained by a white pleather crop-top left open to show off one of the most impressive instances of cleavage in the whole Red Light district, and that was no exaggeration. To emphasize those proudest assets of hers, there was a red star over each nipple on the crop-top.

As she was on her way to her personalized corner (the GGs marked and personalized their individual territory, of course - and the softer, more pampered girls from the less seedy streets of the Red Light district knew better than to challenge them), Piranha noticed a familiar flash of bright blue motion vaulting down from a stack of crates in an alley, huffing and puffing with effort.

"Yo! What's up, Mew! You back to jogging? You're skinny as hell already, girl! Need to eat something!" Piranha gave a warm smile and a wink to her fellow GG. "Come around after work, I got something that'll help you work up an appetite, if you know what I mean..."

"Ahh, you're trying to sabotage me, Pie-Pie! Didn't you already kick my ass bad enough last time at the skate park without needing to push a bunch of fattening food and **** on me?" Mew giggled, pulling her headphones down so she could hear. "But for real though, I got a live one from the respectable streets again! A super cute boy - correction, super cute RICH boy! He got kicked out of his own sister's birthday party! I think he could really use some 'comfort food'!"

"Niiice." Piranha said with a grin, resting a hand on her hip. "I owe you for this one, alright?"

"No, no, it's on the house this time, Pie-Pie! I'll catch you later!" Mew dived in for a quick hug around Piranha's waist, nestling her cheek against one of the taller woman's boobs, before skipping off again.

Mew was so darn cute, radiating both innocence and a punk-y free spiritedness, that even in a city like this few who encountered her thought that she might be a prostitute, especially out in the more buttoned-down office blocks and 'clean' entertainment venues. She used that to her advantage, and spent more time luring in fresh clients of the more naive variety (who tended to ask for less and pay more) than she did actually working, herself. All of the GGs felt a responsibility to protect her from the bad sorts who'd want to take advantage.

When she got to her corner where her 'business' was set up, Piranha saw that the kid Mew had spoken of was already there, looking at the dingy one-room "restaurant" which was marked by a giant spray-painted logo in free-flowing, curly red letters: "Piranha's - Beware our bite!" When Piranha unlocked the door and turned the sign from "closed" to "open", she whistled and waved.

He was a slender but very athletic kid, sporting a deep suntan, with khaki shorts that showed off his shaved legs nicely and a mop of brown hair parted to one side, bangs framing his cute face. His eyes were wide and inviting. Oh, that Mew - the 'cute' was always more important than the 'rich' side of the equation to her. But Piranha decided she'd take her friend's word for it, and anyway she needed all the business she could get. Silently, she wondered how long it would take this young man to catch on to how things worked here.

"Heeeeey~" she said in her husky voice, drawing it out as long as possible. "You new around here? Welcome to Pirahna's, home of the most authentic American-style... food... around. We got a discount on delivery for first-time diners."

"Have you seen a blue-" the boy started to say, then his eyes went up and down Piranha's voluptuous body several times, and he audibly gulped. "Uh... that is... I did have to leave the party I came from before I could get anything for myself, actually..."