Exposure, Disclosure

Our gardeners were leaf-blowing the walk, and although I wanted the hot new helper to fuck me on the garden table, I couldn’t risk doing so as Mr. and Mrs.’s new daughter. I primped in the mirror until they had loaded their blowers and mowers into their battered pickup. When the block was clear, I opened my parents’ front door and stepped into the cul de sac. I blinked into the dazzle of the Los Angeles’ sun, and took my first steps from my front porch into my future.
Crosstown Traffic
Near San Vicente, a grimy group of homeless veterans lounged in the shade of an office building near Whole Foods, like litter amid the glitter. Would they recognize and taunt me?
“Hey, sweet thing, got a dollar to make an old veteran happy?”
I smiled and reached into my clutch. I forced my voice into the feminine up-tones that Marta taught me.
“Of course, to honor your service.”
I dropped some change into his outstretched hand.
He smiled through gapped teeth. I could smell the beer on his breath.
“Thanks darling.”
“Don’t mention it.”
I was thrilled. The addled old beggar had perceived me as a pretty girl. I’d passed.
The bus stop at Federal and Wilshire was crowded with Latina domestics commuting between their East LA homes and West LA jobs. In the morning, they flowed west, and in the evening, east, like a tawny tide. Now, I floated with them in that current, an alien crossing the border into their world.
Two overcrowded buses lumbered by the frustrated crowd. After forty-five minutes, I squeezed aboard a packed bus, and stood, holding a pole. A squat laborer took his place behind me. He brushed against me, and when I turned, he smiled. When the bus ground to a halt, his body pressed against mine. He ground his crotch into the soft flesh of my ass. I could feel his organ pressing through the front of his jeans into my behind.
When I turned to scowl, he leered at me. I bumped my hip into his groin, and shook my head, but he kept touching me at every turn and stop. The slut inside me secretly enjoyed being the victim of his lewd attention, but he was too grimy and paunchy to offer the blow job that I would have given a hotter guy.