The Client Part One
The Client Part One I knew he was looking out through the peephole as I stood demurely, stilettos sinking into the plush hallway carpet. It was like a mini- audition, even with clients I have seen before, which was silly, because obviously they already liked how I looked, but I caught myself holding my breath. Not that any client, new or otherwise had ever not opened the door with a big smile on their face and happy pants, but still. I heard the click of the lock inside being turned...