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She locked the door, double-checked the gun was in place and took up position on the bed, drawing the laptop towards her, ready for her next customer.
She sat with her legs folded beneath her, wearing an off-white vest top and short denim skirt. Her lips were dark crimson, cheeks thick with blusher. And as she regarded herself in the tiny communication window of the laptop – dispassionately, as though it were some other twenty-four-year-old staring back at her – she remembered a time when she wouldn’t have dreamed of slathering on the make-up. Not unless it was for a student fancy-dress party. Rocky Horror theme, tarts and vicars, something like that. Uh, gross, she’d have said. How obvious.
But those days were history. She didn’t go to fancy-dress parties any more. Although she often invited men ‘to party’.Continue Reading