If the first sentence 'just ran on', it did so for a total length of 1 1/2 lines. It tells the reader that the main character is female, lives in a mobile home, and has a cat. Readers should be able to handle that.
Good minimalist fiction. You do dialogue very well. I think you were wise not to try and tell this story specifically from Sandy's point of view. I find myself subconsciously going into bullshit alert mode when men try to write a "female" story (or vice versa). Not that it can't be done, but it's hard. I think this piece is much tighter than your "Cemetary" story.
'Cemetery Stroll' was more a loose collection of thoughts, than a story. In 'Working Girl' I knew that first person narrative wouldn't work, since I'm not close enough to being a woman to write like one. Also, I'm not that familiar with the sex trade, fortunately. I tried to show Sandy's personal side, with her cat and her bar life and her insecurity. This is the primary message, that she is a struggling, lovable person like others, doing what she has to do to pay her bills, trying not to be dehumanized by her work. The details of the cop interaction with the John are strictly made up. I suspect I'm portraying the cops in a more favorable light than they deserve on the average.
Sandy returned to the Royal Hotel Tavern after bear-spraying her attacker at the El Rancho. She had no friend on the Medicine Hat Police force. Forty minutes after she got to the Royal, two constables entered and approached her table. "Excuse us, we'd like to ask a few questions. Are you Sandra Darlene Johnston?" "Yes." "Were you at the El Rancho Motel this evening?" "I have no comment. Am I under investigation?" "We have an allegation that you assaulted a male, Philip Cranston, at the El Rancho in room 116 this evening, using bear spray, which is a prohibited weapon. Any comment you make may be used in a court of law." "I have no comment until and unless a lawyer is present to advise me of my rights." "Sandra Johnston, you are under arrest for assault and assault with a weapon as defined by articles 266 and 267 of the Canada Criminal Code. Hands behind you." She put her hands behind her and was handcuffed. Mindful of witnesses, they walked her out of the bar. The first cop ran a hand up her dress, just in time for the second cop to belt her across the face with a closed fist. "Fucking hooker. She tried to resist. You saw that, right?" Sandy collapsed on the dirty pavement and they dragged her feet first to the cruiser, making a point of slamming her head against the door sill as they put her in the back. Accidents will happen when our dedicated policemen have to deal with criminals. It was a typical evening for the brave young men of the Medicine Hat Police Service, protecting and serving the public with pride.
