secretdebutantewhore: “You know those are called hooker boots…..” He had said as
secretdebutantewhore: “You know those are called hooker boots…..” He had said as he invited himself to sit down at the table across from me while I waited for friends. I hadn’t even begun to respond yet when he continued….”I’m sure you know that….I’m sure you’re wearing them because you know that and you know what men will think when they see you in them…..well you want to be a hooker?” I was left a bit stunned not only because of how forward he had been but also because of who he was…..much older….much much older….and then his hand slide over the bare skin between my dress and the top of the boots…..”First, I’ll be your pimp and then I’ll be your client.” I could have….should have….said no or something but I just nodded….my body already reacting to his presence, his words…..and as I got in the cab with him while texting my friends about not being able to meet up, I accepted that I can be ever so obvious to men that know to look for someone like me. Perfection -- source link