The next day I get ready to start my day as a real prostitute . I put on this very short black skirt , a string , black thigh high stockings , no bra ... a very short tank top showing lotsa cleavage and nice latex boots that reach just above my knees . I am wearing lotsa make-up . When I look at myself in the mirror I am surprised . What I see is a real cheap whore . The next thing I do is get out on the streets . My friends dropped me off at a whore neighbourhood . So there I was , leaning. ." He raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry, Carlos, nothing compromising. But I think we have on board the material to build a kind of pavilion shelter at our meetingplace. All we need is a dozen or so solid rods about three meters long, and I know we can put those together out of spare supports for our on-board beds and furniture, plus about a hundred square meters of fabric—half for a ground covering, half for a roof—for which we can use the bolts we have for emergency purposes. It'll be wide. " "Thanks." He peered into my apartment. "Nice place. Well, we better go, orwe'll miss the tip-off. I have a dinner reservation at a little Italian placenearby." He walked me to his car, an Acura Integra, and opened the doorfor me. I sat down as best I could in my short skirt, knowing that he wasstaring at my legs, just like I used to do when I helped girls into my car. Brian drove fast, but well, and I folded my hands in the lap of myskirt as I repeated to myself, over and over, "I'm a girl.. ’ Bella couldn’t help but giggle at that and they left Kurt’s office heading down to the parking garage. The drive to the club was short and as Bella climbed from the car in the parking garage she wondered if she should go upstairs and change into something more suitable for the club. She checked her watch as the elevator doors opened and deciding she probably didn’t have time looked up to see Stephen watching her. ‘Good evening Bella,’ Stephen smiled. ‘Good evening, Sir Stephen,’ Bella.