CHAPTER 57

Celina

I’m a nervous wreck and my palms are sweaty. That should go over quite well with a client. Not! Madison Moon, or Mak, as she prefers to be called, saw through my bravado. I left the interview at Elegant Escorts with little hope that I’d land the job. It shows how far my life has sunk into a steaming pile of manure that I cried when she called and asked me when I could start. I need this job desperately, and now I’m on my way to my first experience as a paid whore.

I’m dressed in a conservative business suit with a black pencil skirt that goes to my knees. The cut of the jacket is tailored to my shape; it’s the same one I wore to the job interview a few days ago. It’s also the only suit I own. I got lucky at a local thrift store and bought it for twenty bucks. It’s short sleeved, the necessary choice for an Arizona summer. The white silk blouse beneath is buttoned to my throat and not the greatest for the heat. I was told to wear office business attire so I wouldn’t attract atte