The Prettiest Woman

“If he was hot I would have probably done it. Granted, I would have made him at least double his offer. But if he was ugly, I would have gone the same route that you did. How did he look?”

“It doesn’t matter how he looked!” I said in disbelief. I couldn’t believe that my friend was actually trickin’ for cash. “Having sex for money makes you a prostitute Jessica and that shit is illegal and fucked up.”

“Calm down Mother Theresa. It’s not the same. Being a sugar baby is different. Prostitutes will sleep with anyone for money. I only sleep with men that I have a connection with. Which means that I get to know them. They give me gifts because they want to, not because they have to. If that man just so happens to leave me cash in the morning, then it’s considered as a perk. He gave it to me as a gift.”

I gave my friend the major side eye. She knew that it was all semantics and that she was toeing a dangerous line.

“I only got into this because I thought sex wasn’t going to be involved. Now I don’t think I can do this anymore. I can’t go out with men that think that they get to fuck me just because they took me out or gave me money. I was naïve but now that I know the truth, I just can’t do it.”

“Don’t be so quick to give up on it. You may meet a really hot guy that wants to give you cash and gifts, and sex will just be a bonus for the both of you. Who knows? You just may meet a man that you genuinely like, stop overreacting just because you had one bad experience. Assholes are everywhere. Besides, I know that it’s been ages since you’ve gotten laid. Imagine getting laid on the balcony of the Trump Towers. I get all tin

gly just thinking about it.”

“It has been a while since I’ve gotten some and it’s been tough. But I just don’t see myself being attracted to any man that uses that website. All of the men on there were old and ugly. The ones that were attractive weren’t from here or they seemed like pricks.”

“Just give it some time. You don’t have to stalk the site every day, just keep your profile up and check it from time to time. Eventually, you’ll find someone but you need to know that the good-looking men are in high demand. Finding someone with great looks and money is rare. It’s kind of like the holy grail.”

“I’ll have to think about it. But for now, I’m going to continue doing what I’m doing.” I said as I got up to grab my things.

“Where are you going?”

“Work. Some of us still have to do that…remember?”

“You wouldn’t have to go to that shitty job if you were willing to live a little.”

“I want to live a lot and I don’t mind making my own money. Would it be nice to find a man that was willing to do all of those things for me? Absolutely. But I just don’t feel good about this.”

Before I headed out of the door for work, I went to my laptop and updated my profile on the site. At the top of my profile in big bold letters I put, “If you are looking to pay me for sex, then don’t message me. I am not an escort.”

I saved it and felt a little better before I headed off to the hellhole that I called work.

*

I arrived at work a few minutes early and put on my apron.

“So where is your friend?” Georgia asked me.

“I don’t know.” I said.

“Don’t the two of you live together? I’m getting ready to fire her ass.”

“Well then just do it.” I exclaimed.

“Tell her that she doesn’t need to come back here.”

“You know what, somehow I don’t think she cares very much. You do what you have to do and please leave me out of it. I’m here and that’s all that matters.”

“I don’t know why you’re friends with her anyway. She seems like a really self-centered and stuck up girl. She doesn’t even have the decency to quit her job. Now that’s some childish and irresponsible shit. Does she know what kind of position that puts me in?”

“Don’t you mean what kind of position that puts your staff in? We’re the one that have to clock in extra hours, not you.”

“That’s even more of a reason for you to not like that bitch.”

“What is your problem today?” I asked. “Can you please not talk about her to me? If you want to fire her, fire her. I don’t want to talk or hear about it.”

“Watch yourself little girl or you’ll end up broke and needing a job, just like her.”

I shook my head, “You’re so clueless it’s funny. If she needed the money, don’t you think that she would be here? Have you ever considered that she found a better opportunity?”