My First Escort
I sat in the car, waiting for a room number. It had been several minutes since her last text and my nerves were getting the best of me. I decided to send another text. "I'm here.", I typed. It was a standard motel--not good, but not trashy. When my phone vibrated and the room number popped up, my stomach dropped. This was it. Do I follow through and risk it being a trap or do I call it a night and be proud I made it this far?I remembered the picture of the girl. She was petite with long, black...