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Rose

I stroll across the di ers over the chipped green paint on the door Hopefully,this one day; I’ve only asked him three times now

Continuing inside, I squeeze my tummy up and in as I slide between the side table and the laet to the couch I think to et rid of some of this furniture because it just doesn’t fit in the roos and I was so proud to finally be able to afford ive pieces of it away

But I’ht, both physically and h as I collapse onto the plush cushions of my beloved couch It’s a deepin its soft feel But what a onI’ve returned hoed another date in the books I’ve been takingto wear on me

After all, I work as a high-end escort, and ht ith a h I could tell he was really bloay byof course, but it doesn’t s any less aard

But Mitchell’s just not my type He was dorky and rather unsure of himself, not to mention the spare tire around his tu over his collar Not only that, but he eating profusely throughout the entire date I felt bad for hi! I couldn’t look away I wanted so badly to hand him a handkerchief so he could blot the beads of sweat away froured it would only embarrass him, so I just smiled

But that’s what you get when you’re in my line of work Men pay astronomical amounts of ency, City Girls, tells us to flirt and act interested Our job is essentially to provide the client with enjoyable female co a woo a bit, and then send them home Most of the ti the ultioods, so to speak

But providing that extra isn’t a requireirls choose to do it every time for the money, while others have vowed to never stoop to it Personally, I take it on a case by case basis If the client is handso sex with under nore

Unfortunately, Mitchell did not meet those require They always do They assue woman It’s understandable, but I turned him down of course After all, not only was he a physical putz, but we didn’t connect at all If it had been a real date, he would never have had the nerve to even ask Of course, he looked upset when I told hi turned away by an escort, ritten all over his face, and I swear I saw his chin tre to his eyes But I wasn’t all that moved by his pity party to be honest It was another dreadful night out for et back to my tiny New York City apartment

I kick eneral direction of the door and reach for the corked bottle of wine hidden beneath the couch Yanking the stopper out, I take a large slurp directly froain, letting out another heavy sigh

I take a look around atspace, which come to think of it, is a reat for ular, dependable inco but paid dates I haven’t been on a real date in years now