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The first client came in a minute after Ophelia left. Harlow sat through four of them, watching while trying her best not to look. The fifth was struggling to get up to speed. So far, only one of the clients had spoken to her. Most hadn’t uttered a word. The girls offered a smile and were nice to her. Though there wasn’t really time for chit-chat; they were on the client’s dime after all.
Harlow exhaled. The sound came out louder than she’d intended it to, but she didn’t expect anyone to notice. Unfortunately, she was wrong. The client on the bed looked up, catching her eye. She tried to look away in hopes he’d return to what he’d been doing.
“Take your clothes off,” the client grunted.
The woman on the bed under him was already n***d, so was he. Harlow was the only one in the room w
