Confessions of an Escort：The Dark Hobbies of the Wealthy - Chapter 4: Chapter 4
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I went all out with the makeup stash, creating a head-turning look, slipped into the most gorgeous dress I owned, and hit the town.
I hopped on buses all over the city, hitting every must-see spot and snapping pics like a tourist. By the time I dragged myself home at midnight, I was completely wiped.
That's when I bumped into my neighbor, Sophia Evans—a polished, corporate-looking woman a few years older than me. Her designer outfit and impeccable makeup couldn't hide how exhausted she was.
When she saw me equally drained, she did a double take.
"Wait—Jessica? Since when do you look like this?"
She actually rubbed her eyes like she was seeing a mirage. The grubby mountain girl she knew had morphed into a glamorous vision, thanks to high-end cosmetics and a killer dress.
"I'm leaving," I told her. "Going back to the mountains."
"What? Why?" Her voice shot up an octave.
"Can't afford rent anymore. Time to call it quits." After my day of freedom, I'd made peace with reality.
"Are you kidding?" She gaped. "With looks like yours, you can't land a job?"
I just gave her a tired, defeated shrug.
"Jessica..." She bit her lip, then blurted, "My place is hiring. Pays well—five grand starting. You in?"
"Me? Seriously?" After months of rejections, I knew my resume screamed "underqualified" for that kind of salary.
She smiled. "For you? Absolutely."
Turns out "her place" was a luxury spa downtown. The manager took one look at me and his jaw hit the floor.
"Sophia, this is your recruit?"
She nodded.
"Hire her. Now."
Sophia pulled him aside for a hushed conversation. Next thing I knew, he was waving his hands. "Done! We'll even front her first month's pay if she signs today!"
When five crisp thousand-dollar bills landed in my palm, Sophia finally exhaled.
"It's the best I can do. Don't blow this, okay?"
I was speechless. I knew spas paid well, but this was next-level generous.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I stayed. For two weeks straight, I trained under a master therapist, learning the secrets of elite massage techniques.
I hopped on buses all over the city, hitting every must-see spot and snapping pics like a tourist. By the time I dragged myself home at midnight, I was completely wiped.
That's when I bumped into my neighbor, Sophia Evans—a polished, corporate-looking woman a few years older than me. Her designer outfit and impeccable makeup couldn't hide how exhausted she was.
When she saw me equally drained, she did a double take.
"Wait—Jessica? Since when do you look like this?"
She actually rubbed her eyes like she was seeing a mirage. The grubby mountain girl she knew had morphed into a glamorous vision, thanks to high-end cosmetics and a killer dress.
"I'm leaving," I told her. "Going back to the mountains."
"What? Why?" Her voice shot up an octave.
"Can't afford rent anymore. Time to call it quits." After my day of freedom, I'd made peace with reality.
"Are you kidding?" She gaped. "With looks like yours, you can't land a job?"
I just gave her a tired, defeated shrug.
"Jessica..." She bit her lip, then blurted, "My place is hiring. Pays well—five grand starting. You in?"
"Me? Seriously?" After months of rejections, I knew my resume screamed "underqualified" for that kind of salary.
She smiled. "For you? Absolutely."
Turns out "her place" was a luxury spa downtown. The manager took one look at me and his jaw hit the floor.
"Sophia, this is your recruit?"
She nodded.
"Hire her. Now."
Sophia pulled him aside for a hushed conversation. Next thing I knew, he was waving his hands. "Done! We'll even front her first month's pay if she signs today!"
When five crisp thousand-dollar bills landed in my palm, Sophia finally exhaled.
"It's the best I can do. Don't blow this, okay?"
I was speechless. I knew spas paid well, but this was next-level generous.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I stayed. For two weeks straight, I trained under a master therapist, learning the secrets of elite massage techniques.
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