By Jeff Switt
The night I saw that Julia Roberts movie I knew I wanted to be a prostitute. Not a whore like my older sister who fucked from weekend to weekend, but a class act like Julia’s character. I landed me a receptionist job downtown trolling for my sugar daddy. A client asked me out one night after work. Bought me dinner. Got me drunk. We fucked a lot that night. I woke up next morning and found a twenty on my dresser.
That was five years ago.
My sweater covers the tracks on my arms. A twenty would be good right now.
A timely warning regarding the message coming from movies,
Terrific progression and character development. Wonderfully written with a great voice!!
Yes, this is probably how it all too often happens in real life. This one is a Winner.