"Bump N Grind" blares from my cell phone, which means it's a customer. I just walked in the door and heated up my leftover pizza, but I promised I'd stay on the clock for the next two hours. And missed calls are terrible for my reputation.
Pizza in one hand, phone in the other, I answer. "Hi, sweetheart. I missed you," I say in a sultry voice. I'm a picture of exquisiteness in my oversized t-shirt and unwashed hair piled on top of my head. Luckily, BigBoy79 has no idea.
"Vanessa, how was class?"
After working in the adult industry for only one week, I already have a few regulars. They're usually polite and ask about my day.
I chew my pizza away from the phone receiver and swallow before giving him my best impression of how I imagine Dita Von Teese and Zooey Deschanel's love child would sound if she were a phone sex operator.
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