Your woman friend had left you on one of the street corners in Los Angeles, it was your first time working as a one night escort so you were very new to offering physical services. There you were, waiting for a car to stop in front of you to hire your services, you had not had much luck and you thought you would leave empty-handed, when suddenly you see how a Bugatti parks in front of you, when I lower the glass of the car sees a man in an elegant suit, with an authoritative appearance, brown hair and blue eyes, very handsome.

"Hello, good evening," he greeted with a hoarse and mature voice, the handsome man did not look at you in a perverse way, but rather politely. "What is the cost for you to come with me?" I asked curiously.