Whore

Hey. Come here.

How you doing?

Fine. You a cop?

No.

Why, are you?

No.

You want a date?

How much?

How much you got to spend?

It depends on what you do.

I have sex.

I give head, half and half.

And I do domination.

Uh, is that all?

What do you mean "is that all"?

What the hell you want, a hand job?

I wanna fuck you up the ass.

You can stick it up your own, asshole.

I would if I could, bitch.

Bastard!

Fucking jerk-off!

Jesus, you hear the mouth on that guy?

Could just imagine what it would be like if he had me alone.

I mean, if he can't treat me like a lady-

- out here on the street, he sure ain't gonna treat me like one-

when he gets my pants down, now, is he?

Oh, God.

- Ugh. - What?

What are you looking at?

Why don't you find a toilet, huh?

- Why don't you find a bed? - I'm trying to,

- but you ain't exactly attracting business, you know what I mean?

- Want a date? - Ugh.

I wasn't gonna kiss you.

Ugh. Jesus Christ.

- I know the rule. - This place is a fucking dive!

I wish I hadn't come here.

Spare some change for Ras?

No!

Don't vex me, sister.

Me got something for you.

- What? - Come, come. Me show.

- Come. Look. - What are you doing?

What's the matter with you?

For just one dollar, sister,

I'm walking on real broken glass.

No, don't! Don't do it!

- You breaking me concentration. - Here. Take it, take it!

I don't care. Just have it. Ah!

There's a guy on the other side of the street. He's probably into blood.

Jesus. If there's two things I don't need-

- is a guy puking on one side of the street and bleeding on the other.

Can you believe what he was gonna do for a...

You know, this isn't my territory.

I'm sorta on the run.

I left the fucker yesterday.

I work downtown. I've got my regulars there.

There's at the Just the Chicken takeout.

Yeah, us working gals call it the "cluck and fuck."

There, the cars, they line up for me, man.

I'll go back there as soon as it cools down.

Chicken's not bad there either.

Well, it's a little on the greasy side, I guess,

but if you're hungry.

Let's face it.

Nobody's therefor the chicken.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Come on to mama.

That's it.

Got another sucker.

Hi, darling.

You a cop?

Man: Do I look like a cop?

No. You want a date?

Right now, I'm just looking.

- How much for more? - 50 for starters.

- What's that include? - Today we're offering straight, head, or the combo.

Half and half.

- Anything extra? - Is extra.

Right.

- How's the head tonight? - House specialty.

I'll try it for 40.

45.

Including tip.

Get in.

You're pretty. What's your name?

Liz.

Elizabeth.

No, just Liz.

So, Just Liz, you have a place?

No. We can go to yours.

Get a room, an alley. Whatever you want.

Well, the old lady's not home, is she, Dad?

Hey, forget it. I don't do incest.

- I'm not his father. - Relax. He just looks old.

- Fuck you, man. - But he's got a young cock.

- Real small. Like a French fry. - He's bullshitting you.

I got a cock the size of a Pershing missile.

- Just let me out, please? - And he comes just as fast, so don't worry.

How would you know?

- I heard. - From who?

Who do you think?

That last whore we picked up back there?

- I'll kill her. - Hey, I said just let me out, please!

I'm gonna find that little scumbag.

Hey, you're scaring her, man.

I'm not scared. It's just that I don't do double.

- Oh, forget this one. - Not for any price.

What, you don't do white doubles?

- Only single niggers? - Come on, man.

- Let her out. You're wasting our fucking time. - Yeah.

Fuck, no. We're just starting to have fun, aren't we?

I'll take the head now!

Hey. Hey, maybe you know her.

A little girl. A Puerto Rican.

Come on, suck it! I said suck it!

- About 5'2". Blue eye shadow. - Man, I'm trying to get off here.

I'm not stopping you. I just want to talk to her.

I don't want her talking while she's giving me head.

Jesus.

She's not giving you diddly, man.

We're just... forget it, okay?!

Don't flatter yourself.

I wouldn't waste my come on you.

Tricks. They're so predicable, you know?

You get in the car and you're his.

And never get in a van.

I made that mistake once.

Just once.

It happened downtown a couple of years ago.

It was before I had a pimp to take care of me.

I guess my mind just wasn't on my job that night.

Excuse me, miss.

You're a prostitute, aren't you?

No. I'm a wet dream on legs.

How... how much do you cost?

What are you looking for?

I don't know. Something around $20.

20 bucks won't buy a porno tape.

Double it and I'll give you head.

I give great head.

All right. All right. Get in.

So you got a place or you want it here?

Yeah!

Come on, man! Give her a good fucking for me!

Fuck her up the ass! Yeah!

Come on, man! Do it for me, man!

Stick it down her fucking throat, man! Whoo!

There must have been five of 'em.

They started on me right away. They were like animals.

Just grunting and laughing. Grunting and cussing.

Yeah, come on, man!

Seem to go on forever. I don't know how long.

When they had enough, they... they just got rid of me.

Later, bitch!

My God.

Don't be afraid.

Yeah, he offered me a ride to the nearest hospital.

I really should've gone,

- but the hospital would've called the cops-

and I couldn't deal with the cops.

So I told him I had a fight with my boyfriend-

and maybe he could just take me home.

Then he told me he was a schoolteacher.

Great, with my luck, he'll molest me.

He gave me his handkerchief to wipe away the blood.

The only thing he wanted-

was to know if I needed anything.

I hated asking,

but I needed some money.

He gave me 20 bucks, his name, and his address.

I guess he thought he'd never see it again,

but I sent it back with a new handkerchief

and I wrote him this little thank-you note.

"Just a line to let you know that I'm okay."

But he never wrote back.

One look at my spelling would scare anybody off.

Especially a schoolteacher, you know?