After about thirty minutes, I was ready. I slipped into a tight black mini dress that barely covered my ass, curled my hair so it fell loose over my shoulders, and did my makeup heavy, mascara thick, dark red lipstick that screamed ‘f**k me.’ If Daniel somehow caught a glimpse of my face, I wanted to look perfect. Slutty. Irresistible. And yeah, I liked how dirty it made me feel.
I grabbed my keys, left the apartment, and drove straight to the address Sam gave me. Heart pounding the whole way.
As soon as I pulled up, I showed the ticket at the entrance. The bouncer’s eyes flicked over me, then he nodded and waved me in like I was VIP. A woman clipped a thin bracelet around my wrist. I glanced down, engraved in small letters: VOLUNTEERED p***y.
It should’ve felt humiliating. Instead it s
