A Night Walker is another name for a prostitute. Not a high-class escort that gets the first-rate treatment and a thousand dollars for an hour of her time. More of your work-a-day whores that stand on the corner in their high heels and tight spandex skirts, licking their lips as you drive by.
I used to feel bad for night walkers when I’d drive by. But one evening I was having a late-night burger at the local Harvey’s. They really do make a hamburger a beautiful thing. Anyway, I was sitting there eating my hamburger, and a prostitute comes in. She gets herself a coffee and sits down at the table beside me. She was a solid 7 out of 10, and I could see her nipples down her very revealing top. So, I said hello.
We started talking and she told me all about her life as a prostitute. I asked her how much she’d make on a good night. She said on a really good night she has made a thousand dollars. I told her that was a lot of money for one night, and she said, yeah, but that on a slow night she doesn’t make anything.
I asked her what sort of cut her pimp took. She told me that she didn’t have a pimp, so she got to keep all the money. I told her that must be pretty sweet, and she said it was, but that having a pimp has its advantages too. She told me that she always had to be extra cautious when she was with a new john, because she didn’t have a pimp to ensure her safety. She confided that she kept a knife in her purse in case of emergencies.
I asked her if she provided the “girlfriend experience” and the “pornstar experience”. She said she did, but that most guys just wanted the basic suck and fuck. I asked her if being a prostitute made her home sex life any different. She said that her boyfriend was understanding about her profession, and also understood that some days she just wasn’t into fucking. I told her that it was the same with my wife.
She finished her coffee and said goodnight to me. On her way past the outside of the restaurant, she smiled at me through the glass and pulled down her top, showing her fantastic big tits. She stuck her tongue out and made a funny face at me. I laughed and almost choked on my soda.
Nice woman. Point is, don’t judge night walkers. They’re people just like you and me.
People you can pay to piss on after you’ve fucked their assholes, but people nonetheless.
1. It’s awkward when I drive past a night walker with my kids in the backseat and they ask me why she’s wearing such a skimpy outfit when it’s so cold out.
2. Boris pays extra so the night walker will stomp on his balls.
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