jolie femme (a drabble)

Leaning into the Lotus, she grinned at the officer or gentleman.

"Nice Ride. What you lookin for, sweetie?" Her skirt, more of a suggestion than actual apparel, showed more than it didn't.

The ghost of a smile drifted across his thin lips. "Directions, mostly."

She made nervous small talk after he let her drive. "You know your foot's as long as your arm from elbow to wrist?"

At the hotel, she followed him to his suite.

He wasn't a gentleman.

When her body was discovered months later, the coroner had no idea how pretty of a woman she once was.