Service SocietyChapter 14 Bedtime
Dexter stared up at the ceiling of the Nevada bordello, wondering how many times the woman beside him had stared at it in boredom, while some pudgy old prick got his rocks off in her. It was sad to admit that he was the latest of the pudgy old pricks. He was sure that he wouldn’t be the last. “Do you like your job?” Dexter asked. “Sure,” she answered without much enthusiasm. Her work name was Bambi and she was a natural brunette. The blond highlights in her hair had come straight out of a...