I pulled up 10 minutes early. It's fine that she's here earlier. That just means she been waiting on MY arrival. My own heels hit the tired asphalt of the old motel. And I hadn't missed the catty giggle she gave when I suggested this place. Of course she likely plied her own trade selling her questionable charms here for 50 cents a go during Prohibition when the place was new. I sobered as I strutted to the lobby. I didn't really know her age, just that she was older than me, but her body looked as toned and trim as many younger women's and this could be a dangerous fight. I stepped into the lobby and there she was fingers drumming. Her eyes locked on me and I could feel her eyes raking up and down my body clad in a very short red dress. My own eyes clawed at her form in the tight short black dress. Our heels clicked as we walked to meet each other in the middle of the dingy lobby. We faced off for a moment bumping breasts right there as the counter man looked up from his phone, swallowing. "You ready for this, bitch?" I hissed in her face.