Unfinished

“Thanks babe, what you do is much appreciated.” A tall business-like man said as he went to get his wallet and pulled out 500 dollars.

“ I try my best Mr. Handley.” A young, gorgeous woman said, taking the money hastily and slowly heading towards the door.

“Rose, I already told you; call me by my first name, Tim. If you call me Mr. Handley, it makes what we’re doing seem dirty.”

“I’m sorry baby,” Rose said inching towards him but back towards the door at the same time. “Forgive me?” As she stood there with false sadness in her eyes.

“Of course I do sexy, that is, I do if you’re coming back tomorrow like we planned. Aren’t you?”

“Silly, why wouldn’t I? But if I am to return I must go sleep now. See you tomorrow Tim.” With that, she kissed him soft and sweetly, then exited out the door as fast as possible, before he could say anything.

Men like this were like putty in her hand. With them, she could come and go as she pleased, and nothing was permanent. Though sometimes treated like dirt, Rose kept keepin on. This kind of lifestyle was demanding, but it payed the bills, and then some.