Confessions of an Escort：The Dark Hobbies of the Wealthy - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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The spa manager sat me down for what turned into an all-afternoon conversation after the incident.
"Look, what's done is done," he said, leaning back in his chair. "We're not going to penalize you for taking private clients—but we do want to move you to a different role."
He pushed a crimson employee badge across the desk. "Top-tier clearance. Badge number 666. Just... think it over."
"You've already crossed that line, Jess," Sophia added, nudging my shoulder. "Do the math—how many calluses would you have to grind away just to make two hundred bucks? With me? Ten minutes, my hands do the talking, and the cash is in my pocket."
I shut my eyes.
A little house. A wide balcony, overflowing with flowers. A cat curled in a sunbeam. A dog wagging its tail at the door...
Once I've stacked enough, I'm out.
"Look, what's done is done," he said, leaning back in his chair. "We're not going to penalize you for taking private clients—but we do want to move you to a different role."
He pushed a crimson employee badge across the desk. "Top-tier clearance. Badge number 666. Just... think it over."
"You've already crossed that line, Jess," Sophia added, nudging my shoulder. "Do the math—how many calluses would you have to grind away just to make two hundred bucks? With me? Ten minutes, my hands do the talking, and the cash is in my pocket."
I shut my eyes.
A little house. A wide balcony, overflowing with flowers. A cat curled in a sunbeam. A dog wagging its tail at the door...
Once I've stacked enough, I'm out.
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