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Work is never easy when you haven’t had enough sleep, which I haven’t. It is hard to keep the enthusiasm going when you want to just curl up in a corner and take a nap. Unfortunately naps won’t pay the bills for my sister’s schooling and my mother’s oxycontin habit so I try to stifle my yawn with a loud moan as my customer pumps me from behind with a lot of energy if not a lot of skill.
“You like it like that huh, I knew you couldn’t get enough of me” he grunts as he increases his thrusts and slaps my ass again. “Oh yeah, Mr. Crane. Right there.” Insert louder fake moan by me. God I wish he would finish already, I think my knees are getting rug burn and my ass is a nice shade of red. I decide it’s time to fake my orgasm "Oh god Mr. Crane I'm coming." I scream as I clench around his unimpressive member. I think that was an oscar winning performance and he finally grips my hips with one more final hard push and he collapses on me. Damnit I'm pretty sure I do have rug burn.
He pulls out and slaps me on the ass one more time for good measure before tossing away the condom. “That was amazing Diana, you are the best fuck in Nevada. Can I see you next week?”
Finally I can get up and curl into the silk sheets of my bed. I slide in without hesitation and give a real moan of relief as I snuggle in the bed not bothering to put any clothes on.
“Of course sweetie, I would love you to hit it to me like you did today. You are my favorite customer.” Like I would say no when he pays me $3,000 for one visit.
Seneca Crane with his ridiculous sculpted beard puts back his well pressed Armani suite, straightens his tie, gives himself a look in the mirror like he’d like to make love to himself and is ready to go. One more tongue thrust in my mouth and he is gone without looking back. That’s fine with me, I hate when they give awkward goodbyes of affection to make themselves feel better about paying for sex, or worse, puppy dog eyes of love. Finally I can take that nap.
My name is Katniss Everdeen, I go by Diana Flynn, I work at the Kitty Ranch, Nowhere Nevada, and I sell my body for money.