Call Girl
My first night as an escort—what could go wrong?
After buying the red dress that fit like a second skin, I slipped into the nearest cafe, avoiding anyone's gaze, and ducked into the bathroom. My fingers trembled as I peeled off my shirt, shorts, and bra, leaving me standing there in just a black thong and heels. Every noise outside the door—a cough, a shuffle—made me jump. I shoved my clothes into the shopping bag and yanked off the price tag, barely taking a second to...