I barely have time to freshen up. A quick rinse between my legs, perfume at the pulse points, and I’m back sitting on the vanity in my private room, touching up my make up.
My lips are swollen, my hair a little too wild, but honestly? I like the look. It says used in the dirtiest way possible. Some clients eat that up.
The knock on the door makes me glance up. Maria, the desk girl from earlier leans in, smirking. “Mikayla, your next client is here. Female. Suite five. She looks tough, girl. Good luck.”
A woman.
I bite back a grin. Women are different. They taste sweeter, smell softer, cut sharper. And they always want to test me, see if I’ll bend the same way I do for men. Spoiler: I bend better.
When I get to suite five, it is dimly lit, all shadows and silk. Maria was right. My cli
