Midnight Stroll

Chapter 2 - Schoolgirl Yanni - The Price of Faking A "Slutty" Reputation
An 18-year-old American mixed race girl has spent the last 4 years creating a false reputation of herself which will eventually become her reality.
I was halfway home minding my own business, when a middle-aged white man with a doughy physique and a 4 o'clock shadow jogged across the street. He let out a loud, sharp, whistle to grab my attention. My mother's voice and her warnings about strangers were echoing in my head, but he seemed harmless and looked like he was a local. I did stop, letting him catch up to where I was. He was breathing heavily, panting as he said, "Sorry," with a friendly smile plastered across his face.
He added, "I just had to say you're a very beautiful girl. I'm Bill, by the way." He sucked in another breath before continuing. "I've never seen you around here before. You new to this area for a while now, huh?"
I kept my guard up, offering a polite but minimal smile. "Nice to meet you. I'm Yanni. Not new, I live over that way for a while now," gesturing vaguely towards where I had started. "But I wanted to take the scenic route home today."
Bill's friendly demeanor changed instantly. His smile became non-existent. "Scenic route?" He said with a chuckle, "If you lived over there for a while now, why are you here walking this street?"
I took a step back in shock as he continued, "When I saw the wind blow your little schoolgirl skirt up in the air as you walked down this sidewalk and that big bare ass of yours was on full display for everyone to see, I knew I had to try you out. So, how much are you charging?"
I tried to stay calm, even though mentally I was freaking out as this perverted man thought I was a prostitute. Stunned, I couldn't really speak anymore as I stuttered and awkwardly tried to end the conversation, "I... I don't know what you're talking about. I have to go."
He grabbed my arm to keep me from leaving, saying, "Don't play dumb with me. I'm not a cop. I'm just one of these regulars around here helping girls out. I do something for you and you do something for me. That's it," as he said his eyes scanned the area once more before walking away.

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