Silky Red
Every major city has one. The people know about it. The underbelly of the city
is home to many vices. One is known as the oldest profession in the world.
The girls are always pretty everywhere you go. Even women in their sixties and
seventies look great. The young ones are always looking for some thrill with a
handsome man. No matter what shape they come in, they look very pretty. On the
surface they look like ordinary beautiful women. They can be hard to tell apart
for those looking for a fix. There is one piece of clothing that makes these
beauties stand out.
The red garter belt. They all have it. This is their calling card. One look and
you will know. They play their game so well. Once you are in their sights, they
will work to lure you back into their bed for the night. A wink here. A strut
there. It’s hard to tell with the naked eye at first. You aren’t sure if they
are hitting on you or the person behind you. You have to look for the right
clues.
Tonight looks like it’s going to be another busy night. The women are already
out there and waiting. They dress accordingly. It’s all a game to them. They
play it so well. The public knows it’s a game, but they are more than happy to
play along. The outlet is welcomed after all. Even the police want in on the
action. Some of them have to do their job when the women aren’t exactly allowed
to work. But let’s be real here, they want in too. The women are happy to help
them get some action too.
Who’s going to get lucky tonight? It might be you. It might be your friend. Or
it could be the both of you. The red garter belt chooses who it feels like. They
too have flavors and desires they want to play upon. They are willing to act any
desire within the limits of their ethics. Nothing to do with real children or
animals. Animal play and age play are welcome though. The police in the legal
parts and their pimps or madams are willing to protect them when need be.
Everyone just wants a safe and fun time.
They know how to pick them well. Their clients know their calling. These women
are always sought out in the night. Sometimes, the authorities will turn a blind
eye, wishing to join in. They might get their chance off-duty. In fact, the
police wish for it. Maybe they will get lucky for a night. Who knows? They just
have to keep the city and the girls safe. The party goes on until dawn and it
will happen again for the next night. That’s just how life in the underbelly
goes. These women know it. Their clients know it. The city knows it. They either
turn a blind eye or join in on the fun. At the end of the day, these women are
known by the red garter belts on their thighs. They are waiting for you. Come
out and play.
Vice in the Night