How often have you sat around your respective domiciles/lairs/mom’s basement, pondering life’s mysteries like, “I wonder what The Hook is doing right now?”
Here’s the answer.
You’re welcome.
Two hookers just clip-clopped their way through the lobby.
(How do you girls walk on those six-inch heels without winding up in traction?)
The strumpets in question were embracing their inner-Lolitas, with Barbie doll make-up, the aforementioned small black shoes with killer heels and furry winter coats that only a streetwalker could pull off. They had a good girl/bad girl vibe going on and I’m sure it worked to full effect behind closed doors.
The brunette was a tall, slim Faith acolyte (from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, for the non-nerds among you), who appeared to be a veteran of the bank-for-spank industry, as she was wide-eyed and no-doubt-not-so-bushy-tailed. Her flaxen compatriot, however, looked as though she had been rode hard and put away wet.
Literally, of course.
Seriously, this platinum cutie just pulled off a job (yes, I went there), that may have paid well (I hope), but will no doubt require more than a midday nap to recover from, I’d stake my day’s tips on it.
“You expect us to do what? For how much?”
Longtime readers know how I feel about working girls, but I’m not here to judge. (Stop snickering, I’m serious!)
I will say this: a seemingly-upscale businesswoman just walked by and her attire, while attuned to the corporate world, began with a pair of boots that bore more than a passing resemblance to the “dynamic duo” that preceded her…
The truth is, none of us are in a position to judge, as we all answers to one master or another.
See you in the lobby, kids…
That we are :)
My thinking has evolved with age, fortunately.
So are you saying your old? ;-)
It’s highly unlikely that HIS old. Slightly more probable that HE’S old. But not that much, more like seasoned. What are you, Robert, around your forties/fifties?
From what you have told us thus far it is entirely possible that your seemingly-upscale businesswoman could be in the same business as the other two girls. Perhaps her “client” likes that look. The shoes always give it away.
Your logic is irrefutable, Michelle, but I’m certain the corporate drone in question was a sales rep: She sells boxes – just not hers.
*floundering on the floor coughing from laughing so hard* “She sells boxes – just not hers”.
Wow. You went there again. I’m not worthy. ROFLMAO.
Hmm, ever gone “sight seeing” in Montreal or Quebec city? Ahhm. Those ladies can dress, let me tell you. Whew! I’m sure you must get some of those French ladies visiting your establishment upon occassion. No lack of heels there.
I’d be terrified to walk around in those things!
Well said.
Thanks, old friend.
I hope your spirits have lifted since we last communicated.
I put on a pair of those shoes once and had to have someone hold my hand just to stand up!!! I do not understand how ANYONE can wear them! ick…
Ick, indeed, Courtney!
You can read anyone by a glance down to the shoes …! :) face from London..thanks for the insight Hook…happy days
Always awesome to hear from you, old friend.
Thanks!
Oh, I was going to guess you were with Buffy and Faith in a haunted school.
I like your scenario better, more realistic :-)
I’m not supposed to envision scenarios like that, I’m happily married!
Now if it was a comic book store and a carton of Cool Whip was involved…
I’m sorry, what were we discussing?
I was wondering what you were doing so I could tell this story and I’m glad you brought up the subject of hookers..
When living in the New York area I used to run into a particular hooker quite frequently at the Carlyle. It became so frequent I finally said hello since it was clear we recognized each other. She was one of the most intelligent persons I have ever met. Well read and erudite with a keen sense of humor. We used to talk when we ran into each other which was about once a month. She was usually waiting for her next customer or her service to call. One night in Miami we ran into each other again. She was in town working a convention. We had a mighty laugh and she accused me of being a hooker as well. I guess this went on for over a year and then one day it occurred to me I hadn’t seen her for quite a while. I never saw her again and still wonder what she is doing.
Hopefully she’s well, John. She sounds like a good soul.
I work in a downtown financial district filled with laywers, bankers, and the like. During the day I am always amazed at the number of professional women (not hooker professionals) who are wearing what I refer to as “stripper heels”.
I see so many of them that I almost started a twitter feed just to share the craziness. While I’m a fan of sexy heels, there is a limit to what I think is appropriate office wear. if it’s just the shoes, it’s one thing…but usually they are worn in combination with a really short skirt. This from a woman who has worn garters (okay, unseen) with seamed stockings to the office. But combined with a business suit and “reasonable” 3″ heels.
At least you know better than to try to move around on stilts!
Okay, I thought the business woman was the client! LOL. Never dawned on me that she was – um, management!
I could never be a lady of the night because I can’t walk in those shoes! Well, there are many other reasons, too, but that is the number 1 reason!
That’s still a good reason, Kate!
Now you’ve got me envisioning a scenario involving the two hookers and the businesswoman…
I’m sorry, what were we discussing?
;)
I was wondering what you were up to and I guessed right when I thought you were checking out ladies footwear. Shoe fetish, Hook? I knew it.
Hey!
I was simply making an observation, Robin. I’m not a freak!
You really must learn to take clandestine photos. I want the real thing in these posts. Not screen captures!
I like my job, so… no.
(Sorry, but I can’t violate the guests’ privacy.)
No heel, you. Just observing, without prejudice. Definitely a superhuman power
(Who said walking wasn’t a talent?)
As always, you’re right, Phil.
Hookers make life much more interesting, for both parties, those that use them and those of us who watch them (walk through the lobby) although voyeuristic tendencies are within us all (porn anyone).
As for waking in stripper heels, practice makes… it a little easier.
To be fair, these girls were very tired.
How did you know I was wondering what you were doing?
My powers are vast, grasshopper.
Ha! “not so bushy tailed” You never know. There is a market for body hair out there.
There is indeed. I, for one, hate bald vajayjays – I don’t wanna feel like I’m having sex with a preteen girl.
Yikes!
(Good point, though.)
“none of us are in a position to judge.” Man, aren’t those some true words? Of course, that doesn’t stop me from judging the crap out of everybody.
And I’m glad you do, Cutter, because you do it so well.
I LOVE my six inch stilettos! I wear them every chance I get, like Mardi Gras and the random gay club night out on Oxford Street. But I am no hooker. No sir, I am a serial monogamist. But I do love me a great pair of heels. And I can run in them. It’s a personal talent.
But you’re an evolved mammal, Steph.
Not everyone can make such a claim.
An evolved mammal has got to be one of the oddest compliments I have ever received and I totally love it!
Is it just me or is there a problem with the picture?
It’s a bit blurry, but other than that, i think it’s all right – I hope!
All I see is a “image hosted by Tripod” disclaimer (blurry indeed) but no actual picture. Hence the question.
I’ve stayed at so many hotels and I’ve never seen hookers stomping around unless I was in SE Asia. Such an odd thing for you to encounter on a daily basis.
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