The bruises from the married couple are faint now, just the soft ache left in my thighs and the echo of their chaos in my head.
I’d laughed about it for two days straight—at myself, at them, at the way a woman in diamonds can still get jealous over a naked w***e in her husband’s lap.
Tonight, though, feels different. I can’t explain why. The air is thick, my stomach knotted in a way I can’t name.
Maybe it’s nerves, maybe it’s the hunger that always coils in me before a shift. Either way, I clock in, smear some shiny gloss over my mouth, and tell myself I’m ready.
Maria, the desk girl isn't around for today's shift, so someone else was in her place. A new girl named Rose.
As I walked passed, she calls after me as I head down the hall. “Suite ten. Private booking.”
I smirk. “Aren’t t
