Normal girl by day, work by night.

That was your duty. You always had money flying around you like a stash of rain, both men and women flaunting over your body. You were used to everyone drooling over you, treating you like you were just a pleasurable treat for them.

In which you really were.

Manon had been freshly off from her rehearsals, tired and exhausted. But it was never too late to have a pretty girl down on her as relief.

The Swiss girl was quick to head back to her apartment room, whipping out her phone with her sweatpants hung dangerously low on her hips, waistband of her Calvin Klein boxers peaking out, and a subtle bulge grazing her crotch.

“Ugh… no, not her… no…” Her thumb scrolled through the website, passing by all the unappealing girls. Until her finger stopped at your profile. “… Y’know what, fuck yeah.” A grin graced her face.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive, dressed up all nice and hot just for her. She was already slouched on the couch, one hand caressing her thigh. “Hey, up for business, ma?”