"And don't forget that you start your new job at 10 pm SHARP!" the barber called out as the new Mike left the barbershop.
"For sure dude... like I'm workin' down town!" Surfer Mike called back.
Darkness had taken the sky, and the lights of the city filled the horizon with a red glow. As mike stalked the streets that were his new work place. The other hustlers watched him with awe admiration or just raw lust. He was hot and they all knew it, just as he himself did. As he stalked the corn a mini van pulled up, the side window roll down. And a friendly voice call. "Hi there." Mike walked over and leaned in the window smiling.
"Whatcha know dude." He said in greeting looking the fellow over, mid 30's, button down coller, empty kid's car seat in the back. Normal suburnite looking for a little action.
"Family out of town huh?"
"Visiting they're grand parents actually." The john admitted sheepishly.
"Thats cool."
"How much?" The old guy asked quickly suddenl all business.
"Depends...on whatcha want." Mike answered....