The street

She pulls her thin blue jacket tightly across her chest as she shivers .
Inhaling the last drag on the cheap tobacco,through her purple lips, she flicks the chewed filter into the  gutter, that is littered with used rubbers, dog ends and ripped up food wrappings, discarded by those frequenting the dismal street.
The beat up Merc cruises slowly up the barely lit road.The dim  orange street lights flicker on and off in rhythm , ineffectively lighting the walled road.
He sees her. Standing in the shadows. Fidgeting . Rubbing her small hands up and down her arms as if the friction of the cheap polyester would make a difference on a night like this. She stamps her feet. Her legs mottled blue from the cold and bruised blue from months of recent abuse.
She lights up another hand rolled cigarette, inhales deeply then on reaching her  lungs the smoke is forced out as she coughs and splutters. A mixture of warm breath and  blue smoke rises high into the darkness and dissipates  as it meets the orange  halo of the street light.
She sees him. A large dark silhouette hard to make out in the gloom.
He dims his grubby headlights and she notices the threads of rain starting to bounce off the bonnet, the light of the headlamps emphasising the drizzle as it hits the tarmac.
" Fuck!" She knew it was going to be a bastard of a night ...cold and wet.
He pulls the car up, puts on the handbrake , his window level with her and they examine each other for a moment.
With a squeaky screech his car window lowers and she approaches the car.
"Hey babe" she drawls
"How much" he enquires , his hand on his crotch,touching himself in anticipation .
She forces her upper torso through the open window, as if to gain shelter from the evening drizzle that's soaking her through the thin material .
She tells him her tariff, going through fetishes and likes of previous punters. He taps a fat finger impatiently on the leather steering wheel.
He stares at her , slowly wetting his dry lips with his tongue, as if imagining a price list.
They come to an agreement over the price.
"Without a condom?" he grunts
"No chance, can't do , sorry love"
His hand darts out and grabs her wispy wrist. He bends her arm up and she feels a pain dart up her arm.
"Oww, fucking gerroff man " she yells
She twists her arm, and releasing his grip, she jumps back from the car door.
"Fuck you "
A blue intermittent light interrupts the proceedings as a police patrol car comes onto the road as if from nowhere, she darts into the shadows and disappears into the gloom as it slowly pulls up behind the Mercedes.
"Cunt".... " Fucking cunt" he shouts at the wall
With a squeaky screech his window is up and his handbrake off, he slowly pulls off.
She looks back from the corner of the street, ducking behind a wheelie bin , watching the bright red lights disappear up the road and into the distance.
"Shit" she exclaims .
"Shit".