A Weekend at Sonyas
I rested my head in my hands as I stared up at the clock. ‘3:48?’ I muttered in disgust. I was twelve minutes away from beginning my weekend, but it seemed as though time was grinding to a halt. I had finished with my last client an hour earlier and was simply waiting out the rest of my shift. I groaned again and looked out over the gym. To further my disappointment there were not even any half decent women to look at. I dropped my head back into my hands, content to simply waste away the...