When I was working as an intern for that accounting firm, you remember, I endured one boring staff meeting after another. Then when I had the chance, I picked the brain of the CEO. He told me how many hours he worked every week, how little time he spent with his family, and how he had no time to do what he really wanted to do. Work was his life. But it was what he didn’t say that really got my attention.”

Carrie gave her friend a confused look.

“All the time we were talking, the man kept staring at my legs. I played with my skirt, moving it upward along my thigh, and then back down. The man licked his lips with every rise of my skirt and I swear, by the end of the conversation he had a rise all his own.”

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Mikala searched her friend’s eyes for at least a little bit of moral judgment, but Carrie was too excited to be judgmental. She wanted to know more. It all seemed so glamorous to the Midwest farm girl who had married her high school sweetheart the summer after graduation.

“My clients sign a contract which includes everything. If they want to spend the night with me, and they do want to spend the night with me, the price goes up by a lot and each subsequent night is considerably more. After all, I know how much their business deals are worth and if I have helped them close those deals, then I consider it my ‘extra’ commission. You know, kind of like a real estate agent. If their agent gets them a good deal on a sale or a purchase, sometimes the client gives gifts or takes them out to dinner. I prefer sex and cash.”

Carrie was dying to know about the sex. “So, what’s it like, the sex?”