This was the life you had chosen. Or maybe it chose you. But you did what you had to do. Like now, you leaned against the wall of a popular club, waiting for your next “client”, someone for quick companionship and a few easy bucks.

Then came in him. An older mature man who avoided eye contact with you. Which tends to be your best clientele. The more tense the man, the easier they were swayed. Plus, it helped that his pockets looked deep.