The creep's POV

The creep went by the name of LittleC. He had been looking for a cheap fling, so imagine his surprise when, on a boring Monday morning, a young girl or barely legal age comes walking down the street in a whore outfit more whorish than the prostitutes at the downtown brothel.

Her top was fully open, he saw. She wanted to show everything off, he was sure, but this was the furthest she could go without getting in trouble with the cops, probably. She looked almost normal from afar. If it weren't for the homies' catcalls and the cars honking, he would have missed such a wonderful sight!

As he approached, he saw a woman with a child obviously disgusted by her. "Ugh, creeps, am I right?" she said. The woman was actually quite attractive, but even he had enough self-respect to know boundaries. The prostitute had gone so low to even mock the married woman, as if taunting that she was still available and widely pursued.

He saw that small pink thing at her hip which he couldn't identify was actually her panties. Damn, what an advertisement. If she was still in school, she probably studied marketing. Her ass was round and smooth, as he could see from the shape it formed on her soft cotton pants. His first move was to make a huge slap, right on her left butt cheek, making it ripple.

She didn't react, at all! Didn't even look at him. Damn, she knows her worth and is playing hard to get. He wound up, and gave her ass one huge groping. No reaction, again! This was when he knew he had to make a move.

"How much for one night?"

To his surprise, she turned around to say, "Excuse me, do I look like a fucking whore to you?"

He laughed and shrugged, then realized she was serious. Then he was just confused.

"Fuck off," she said.

"Wait!" he yelled and grabbed her shoulder, ready to offer a high starting price. She didn't stop at all, but his hand had grabbed to the blouse just long enough for it to be peeled backward, exposing her bare shoulders, leaving the blouse only held up by bunching up around both her forearms. He could see her bra wasn't clipped at the back and the form of her shoulder blades on her back, all on show under the morning sun.

It took a few more steps before the swinging of her arms started to let go of her blouse. The people she walked by were either disgusted or smiled at her. He felt a little uncomfortable following her. Finally the blouse plopped down onto the pavement.

He'd always pay for a night, but he didn't pay for this. So he felt a little guilty as he scooped the blouse up and brought it home.