CJ hadn’t planned to end up at the park, or getting ice-cream, but sometimes that was just the way her day ended up. Of course, that implied that CJ actually put any thought into her day to day life. She’d spent the majority of the previous week in a women’s shelter, escaping both the lingering heat of the Summer, as well as the grumpy, sweaty, gross mess her clientele tended to be during such weather. CJ hated listening to the sob stories the men rattled off, as if their lives were actually hard. Stupid, ignorant fools.
So, when the previous night offered up better fees than usual, CJ had decided to spend the day treating herself. Which meant her first stop of the morning had been to the local thrift store, where she’d shopped around, picking through clothing that wasn’t good enough for the last owner any more, but was more than good enough for CJ. Her prize of the day had been a flimsy summer dress that fell just far enough down her thighs to not be considered indecent. But if she bent over, she’d likely be giving a free show to whomever was behind her. CJ didn’t care. It was a super cute little dress, with pink hearts dotted over it in various shades, flimsy shoulder straps, and a deep neckline that would have shown off excellent cleavage if CJ had any bust to work with; instead, it just showed her too-skinny ribcage between her minimal breasts and the cute little bow on the front of her bra.
As CJ accepted her ice-cream from the woman, CJ nearly dropped it when the man behind her in line stepped forward. CJ scowled in irritation as he paid for it, pursing her lips and giving him a thorough once over, trying to figure out what his angle was before he spoke. CJ pursed her lips, frowning up at the man, ice-cream in one hand and the other on her hip. Her quip about being quite capable of purchasing her own ice-cream was swallowed when he ordered more or less the same thing, and CJ’s lips twitched. He was either trying really hard to hit on her – in which case watching him choke down the awkward flavours would be hilarious – or he was genuine. CJ didn’t come across genuine men very often, and so she lifted an eyebrow as he took his ice-cream, and waited to see if he’d choke on it.
“Indeed,” she said simply, watching as his change was put into the tip jar, then turning her attention back to the guy. She couldn’t say she’d seen him before; she likely would remember him if she had. Though maybe not if he’d been a client. He was too attractive to be someone who would pick up a girl from the corner strip, which meant he wouldn’t know her. CJ licked her ice-cream, and stepped away from the counter, so others could order their own sweet treat. With a casual glance at her companion, she invited him to join her as she made her way to the edge of the park, where the grass embankment fell off into sand, and sat down on the edge. She was curious to see if he would take her upon the wordless invitation to join her, or not.
So, when the previous night offered up better fees than usual, CJ had decided to spend the day treating herself. Which meant her first stop of the morning had been to the local thrift store, where she’d shopped around, picking through clothing that wasn’t good enough for the last owner any more, but was more than good enough for CJ. Her prize of the day had been a flimsy summer dress that fell just far enough down her thighs to not be considered indecent. But if she bent over, she’d likely be giving a free show to whomever was behind her. CJ didn’t care. It was a super cute little dress, with pink hearts dotted over it in various shades, flimsy shoulder straps, and a deep neckline that would have shown off excellent cleavage if CJ had any bust to work with; instead, it just showed her too-skinny ribcage between her minimal breasts and the cute little bow on the front of her bra.
As CJ accepted her ice-cream from the woman, CJ nearly dropped it when the man behind her in line stepped forward. CJ scowled in irritation as he paid for it, pursing her lips and giving him a thorough once over, trying to figure out what his angle was before he spoke. CJ pursed her lips, frowning up at the man, ice-cream in one hand and the other on her hip. Her quip about being quite capable of purchasing her own ice-cream was swallowed when he ordered more or less the same thing, and CJ’s lips twitched. He was either trying really hard to hit on her – in which case watching him choke down the awkward flavours would be hilarious – or he was genuine. CJ didn’t come across genuine men very often, and so she lifted an eyebrow as he took his ice-cream, and waited to see if he’d choke on it.
“Indeed,” she said simply, watching as his change was put into the tip jar, then turning her attention back to the guy. She couldn’t say she’d seen him before; she likely would remember him if she had. Though maybe not if he’d been a client. He was too attractive to be someone who would pick up a girl from the corner strip, which meant he wouldn’t know her. CJ licked her ice-cream, and stepped away from the counter, so others could order their own sweet treat. With a casual glance at her companion, she invited him to join her as she made her way to the edge of the park, where the grass embankment fell off into sand, and sat down on the edge. She was curious to see if he would take her upon the wordless invitation to join her, or not.
