“Do you want me?” she asks.
“Do I want you?” the husband may ask in surprise. “Yes. Yes, I do want you.”
“How much are you willing to pay?” “Pay?”
“Yes. I’m for hire.”
“You’re for hire? What are you doing?” “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m a hooker. I’m your hooker for a night.” “Are you serious?”
“I’m dead serious. Care to sample my goods?” She flashes a breast.
“You’ll do anything I ask?”
“Yes. Within reason, that is. And for a price.”
“What’s the price?”
“That depends on what you want. Straight sex is $200. If you want something extra, that’ll cost you more.” “Extras? Like what?”
“Well, like if you want a striptease first. Or if you want me to do something unusual—play out some fantasy.” “Hmmm.”
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll throw in the striptease for free.” “That’s nice of you.” “So, do we have a deal?”
“I guess so. I’m not sure what you’re up to, but I think I’m going to like it.” “That’ll be $200.” “I have to pay you now?”
“I prefer that clients pay up front. That way there’s no problem later. Not that I don’t trust you.” “I understand.”
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