The call girl
Marriott, Forest Hill, I’ve been here before.Walking past the front desk feels almost like foreplay; I love the guessing eyes of the receptionists on me. My black and nude, lace-trimmed Gucci dress is revealing enough, and my make up is loud but both without being obvious. The guy behind the desk seems to know straight away; women only go up to a room alone, dressed like this for one reason. His amused, faint smile tells me he’s probably wondering, how much a call girl like me charges for a...
BDSM