… when a prospective client walks up to her.
“H-how much?” the man asks. The blonde whispers the price in his ear, and he quickly agrees.
As they’re walking away, her fellow prostitutes call out: “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
The man turns back nervously, then feels for his wallet. It’s full. He hasn’t forgotten that. They walk further on.
The prostitutes call out louder, “Aren’t you forgetting something?!”
Suddenly, a cold chill runs down the man’s spine. He feels his jacket pocket. Plenty of condoms. Too many, in fact. He’s over-prepared so that’s not a problem.
Finally, the pair turn into an alley way as the prostitutes are barely audible, now. “Aren’t you forgetting something?!?!”
No, the man is sure he hasn’t. Out comes the money, on goes the condom, and the dirty deed is done behind a dumpster of all places.
“You know, I was really worried…” the man says, panting, after the very-quick quickie. “Not about forgetting the money, or the condoms… but this all went so smoothly that I was sure you were a cop and you’d arrest me!”
The blonde smacked her forehead, “I KNEW I forgot something!”