My name is Leah.
Not that anyone here knows that. As an escort, I go by “Sierra”. That’s who I am tonight.
I’ve just entered the hotel room of a man named Richard. We’ve just been to a party where I pretended to be his girlfriend so his old friends will think he’s happy and successful.
It was some reunion. Mostly, we danced, so I could avoid talking too much and reveal that I don’t know a thing about him.
He’s tall, with dark curly hair. Maybe it’s black. He’s handsome.
I love it when I get that type. The type you wouldn’t think would need an escort.
Now it’s time for s*x. Part of the reason I do this. It’s not just for the money.
Richard closes the hotel door quickly and starts kissing me. He almost catches me off guard; he’s been so polite all night. I was getting used to it.
