For hire (Hazel)

I tried to pull down the dress further down but it wasn’t cooperating. It was too short, stopping right below my ass. For a moment, I contemplated taking it off and foregoing the party but then I took a good look at the bills on my coffee table and sighed.

My date had sent me to pick the dress from a guard at his hotel. I didn’t imagine it would be so revealing or even slutty. I looked like a hooker in it.

It hugged my body like second skin. There was nothing classy about it even though it was designer. It showed off a lot of my cleavage to the point that my breasts were almost spilling out.

When Julia hooked me up with the job, I didn’t imagine it would be so demanding. She assured me I was safe and I wouldn’t have to sell my body for money. All I had to do was act like an arm candy to important and powerful men in the country.

I was lucky I had walked in heels all my life. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to walk a single step in the six-inch hooker heels that came with the dres