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of jewelry could be worth more than my car.

I catch a glimpse of myself in the wall-to-wall mirrors behind the bar directly in front

of us.

I look like I fit in here, and after attending a few of these parties, I'm getting used to

the idea that I really do.

My makeup is painted on just right, a smoky eye and a bold red lip.

Thousands of dollars of jewelry strewn across my porcelain skin, and a tight black cocktail

dress with red stilettos hiding my perfectly manicured toes.

He likes this look, and he should.

He's the one who paid for it.

I take a sip of my champagne and give him a seductive smile as he whispers something

into the ear of an older businessman.

As far as clients go, he's one of my best.

We have been meeting for so long, it's beginning to feel less like a business partnership and

more like a successful trade-off.

He buys me expensive gifts and dresses me up as his little plaything.

I let him fuck any hole he wants, anywhere he wants, however he wants.

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