By: Arc
Level: 3
“What’s the name?
“Anita, what do you want?”
Clearly this was a case of young-man-state-your-business
“How much would it cost to take you home with me?”
“I don’t go to people’s houses; you would have to lodge in a hotel.”
“Interesting, so how much?”
“Twenty Thousand.”
My jaw dropped; did she want me to price? Did she hike the price because my moon walker boots gave me the works-on-the-rig look? If all clients paid twenty, surely she shouldn’t be standing on the streets Continue reading