A online friend asked me about my fasination with prositution.  Well it started off when I was a Freshman in high school.  We were on the bus headed back from a early season football game. We had won our game and everyone was yelling and screaming.  Our bus pulled off and pulled up to a resturant, the guys started calling out cat calls about some young women across the stree.  I figured, horny HS  guys, anyway I looked and saw several women standing around a corner.  What really got my attention, was how they were dress, super short skirts, tall boots, showing way too much, for normal girls.  One of my first thougts, is oh wow, I have that outfit, but its not that tight, mom would kill me if I dressed that sexy.  I knew in a instant what those women were doing.

I had grown up watching the movie Pretty Woman over and over, I idolized Julia Roberts, what girl didnt want to be beautiful and have that night is shining armor.  In the resturant, I kept thinking about those girls, and and the guys were whispering about the hookers.  I would hear a dirty comment and look over at the guys, then turn away embarassed.  I couldn't get those women out of my mind.  I hurried up and finished eating and hurrying back to the bus with my best friend. Once inside, we talked about of course of cute guys, but my mind kept wondering to the girls across the street. I kept sneakig peeks and was so distracted watching the girls go to different cars and talk to the men inside  The women would walk over and lean in, and sometimes would walk back, other times they got into the car and left.  My best friend noticed me looking and we sat there and watched them togehter.  As we were watching them, I kept thinking how they could do that, and in a weird way, I was jealous, but I kept that thought to myself, almost afraid to speak.  Then my friend, said look at that girl, she looks like you, y'all could be sisters.  I stared at her and could see the resemblance but I thought to myself,that could be me! I started watching her, thinking what it would be like to be her and to be doing that.  As I watched her, a man came up and said something to her, they talked a moment then they turned, thru out her gum, and the two walked into a nearby alley, his hand firmly on her bottom.  Just as I was losing site of them,they stop and she turned and kelt down.  I lost site of the man as our bus started off but I couldn't see everything in my mind.  My firtle hormone imagination filled in the details. It just struck me as sexy and so erotic.  The rest of the way back to school everyone was in a great mood, from our win, I was lost in my own thoughs, my aching sex, throbbing with a need that startled me.  The rest of the way home, in my minds eye, I was that girl and I was in that alley with the stranger.