Although the light of day shined through the shades of the window, the cold air was easily making its way under the dilapidated motel door. The Broadway Inn was not known for its grandeur, but rather its poor clientele. It was not on Broadway and not much of an Inn, but it was home for a few hundred a week. It was the cheapest rent by the month hotel Tiffany could afford. It was still better than the street and much better than the shelter.

 

Tiffany was not so eager to start her day, but knew that the alternative was worse. Not paying the rent by Friday meant living on the streets or dealing with her step-father which was worse. Going back to a pimp to care for her was not an option either, as the few scars she had on her back was a reminder of Quan's anger. With her phone buzzing with alerts and breaking news of the coming storm, this was going to be a rough couple of days, as clients did not go out looking for sex when the weather was bad. She called them clients from her early days at the massage parlor, but knew they were just Johns to every other working girl.

 

She walked quickly to her pile of clothes to find something sexy, yet warm to wear. What she found clean was a long sleeve shirt with a long neckline. She did not want to wear a tight skirt like most days and settled on leggings that accentuated her ass. She needed to make at least two hundred in three days to stay at the motel. On a good night it could be done, but with the cold weather and snow coming, it was going to be hard to even make fifty for the day.

 

The days of Craigslist helping her setup clients and screening them were over. It was now random men who were just looking for a quick blowjob or handjob in their car. It was a cheap and easy way to get off for them, but not the plush money she once got from offering all night dates with wealthier men. To add misery to her day, she read the alert about the storm warning and how dangerous it was going to be by that night.

 

At twenty-four she knew her light caramel toned body could make any man turn and look. Her mixed heritage came from her grandparents, she was told, as did her long, natural wavy hair. Even though she had a sleek face, and a flat stomach, her hips were more childbearing than athletic looking. Like her hips, she had and ass with a curve to it. It was small enough for a white man to love, and big enough to keep the black men interested, as she put it. With a set of large breasts to go with her body, she was content with her physical features, but also made an effort to keep it. With her coat covering her ass, she knew flaunting it today was not going to work.

 

Tiffany felt the immediate rush of cold air blast her in her face when she opened the door. It was already starting to flurry,but she needed to try to hustle her way down to her corner. It was not much of a place to make money, but the police left her alone most of the time. It was a bus ride and a short walk to her normal spot and a hope that people would want sex today.

 

With the last few dollars in her possession going for food, Tiffany waited on the corner huddled against the building waiting for someone to take notice. Half of her body wanted to get money, while the other half wanted to go home to a warm bed. The flurries turned into fully nice flakes of worry as she knew it today was a waste.

 

Deciding to call it a day Tiffany walked to the bus stop to see it was empty. She then looked around and noticed that a few of the people heading towards her were walking away from the bus stop. Her long, dark hair was frozen at the ends from the snow and cold wind blowing from her back, and the warm bus was the only hope for shelter until she got back to the motel.

 

"Bus ain't comin'." An older man said to her as he walked past her. She figured he knew she was heading towards the bus stop too and wanted to give her a heads up.

 

"Shit... fucking shit." Tiffany cried out as she looked around to even see if there was a cab she cold hail. With no money in her pocket her only option was to offer a handjob or something else sexual.

 

The cold was brutal but at least it was blowing at her back instead of her face. Her ass was numb, and her neck felt frozen now from the plunging neckline of her blouse. Her skin-tight leggings clung to her body, but did very little in the way of keeping her warm now that they were wet from the snow.

 

Her motel was a few miles away, but she felt she could handle the rest of the walk. The snow was coming down faster and the plows were now trying to keep up. The roads and sidewalks now had small piles of snow lining them as the plows made their path. Less and less cars passed her, and she knew the storm had come quicker than expected.

 

As Tiffany walked past a small grocery store she could see the mad scramble of people trying to get the last of the basic food items and others trying to get home before it was too late. Right as she walked by, she saw a man dressed in a heavy black coat putting in bags in his trunk. Just as she saw him, she noticed that one bag had ripped and spilled cans from the bottom and side. The overpacked bag seemed to explode and one of the cans began to roll towards her.

 

Doing the right thing, Tiffany walked a few feet to retrieve the can for him. The man was bent over under the car to get the others that rolled as she got close enough to give it to him. He got back up giving her a strange look. "I'm sorry, but no thank you."

 

In her mind, she had no idea what he was saying no to. She had the can in her hand and he was now saying no. "What do you mean?"

 

"I'm sorry, but I don't want company tonight or a quick date."

 

She could see that he was older than her, but not too old maybe in his thirties or very early forties. His short dark-brown hair and short beard only had a few streaks of grey in them. His long coat hid all of his physical features, but she could tell quickly that he was thinking she was asking him for a date.

 

"Nooo...here is your fucking can. It rolled towards me." She answered back with her most sarcastic tone and holding a grimace to her face.

 

"Ohhh shit. I am so sorry!" He reached for the can taking it and holding it in his hand.

 

He then looked around and then said "I feel really bad. Oh my God, I am really sorry."

 

She could see the genuine look of sorrow in his face and chalked it up to her profession. She could not blame him at all and just smiled at the compliment that she got a real apology from a man. She turned with a smile heading back towards her snowy journey.

 

"Wait... are you walking in this? Can I give you a ride at least?"

 

Tiffany was still only a few feet away and could still see the nice look he had on his face. Like he was really concerned and not being conceited about his question. "You could but you said you were not interested in a date."

 

"Can I at least drive you home or something?" He offered as he closed the lid of his trunk.

 

"Okay. I can take a ride." She relented figuring the warm car was better than the cold, bristling air.

 

Tiffany stepped towards him and smiled again as his wide smile brought hope of chivalry back to her. She walked around the car as he did the same. She noticed his car was new but not something flashy and overpriced. The inside was clean and once she was inside, and the door closed as her only was about the heat being turned on.

 

"How far do you live?" He asked looking at her with a face that showed more apology than concern as she knew some men got when a hooker first gets in their vehicle.

 

"Not too far. Do you know where the Broadway Inn is?"

 

"Yea, I know of the place." He answered giving a look of disappointment now as she figured it finally came to him that she really was a prostitute.

 

"Thinking that apology was wrong now?" Tiffany joked as he put the car in drive pulling away.

 

"I shouldn't have assumed it though, so I'm still sorry." He replied back, still keeping his smile.

 

"You're sweet. Just wish you really did want a date though."