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to do that earns me a little living cash. I don’t take a dime from my cut in Eagar, that all goes to Savanna and Trista. It’s the least that I can do.

The woman at my back slides her arms around my waist, pressing her tits against my back. I grin, all thoughts of the past fade away and I force myself to think about the here and now.

Pulling the bike up to the trailer, I kill the engine. The girl climbs off of the back and I throw my leg over and do the same, heading toward the front door. Tugging it open, I jerk my chin toward the entrance before I look back to her.

She smiles and saunters toward me, stopping just in front of me before she climbs inside. She places her hand on the center of my chest.

“You’re a real biker, aren’t you?” she breathes, tilting her head back.

Dipping my chin, I look down at her. “Yeah, babe. I am.”

“Wow,” she sighs.

I chuckle. “Yeah, let’s get to the wow.”

AVAH

“I think she needs her nose, cheeks, tits, and ass done,” Layne announces.

I should probably feel self-conscious about his suggestion to the plastic surgeon. I don’t though, not at all. He’s right. I need all those things done if I’m going to move up in my new career, and that’s exactly what I want to do.

Career.

I’m not sure that’s what this is called, but I just keep telling myself that this is exactly what I’m doing. A professional escort or call girl is what I’m being called. In reality, I’m a whore. A prostitute. Escort is just a nice name for what I truly am. And Layne is my pimp, men pay Layne to have sex with me.

The doctor turns to me, his eyes shifting up and down my nude body. “This is what you want as well?”

“What else would you suggest?” I ask.

“Money is no object,” Layne announces.

It’s no object because Layne is going to take it all off of my profits until it’s paid off. The doctor grins, then reaches forward with his Sharpie and begins to mark my body and face as he explains all of the things he’d like to do with my body, all of the changes and tweaks he’d like to make in order to make me look—perfect.

Perfection.

It’s not something that I’ve ever aspired to in my life. All I’ve ever wanted to do was live comfortably. I don’t care about being rich, but I do want security and I can get that with this job.

“What do you think?” the doctor asks, turning me to face the full-length mirror.

I think that I look like a fucked-up roadmap. I think that I’m going to be recovering for months. I think that I’m going to look like a completely different person. At that thought, my lips curve up into a grin.

“It’s perfect,” I breathe.

I’m going to look like a completely different person.

A new body, a new face, and even a new ass.

“Let’s do it,” I say with a nod before I turn to look at the doctor.

He’s grinning, looking far too excited for this moment. “You’re going to be spectacular. A complete transformation.”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I smile as I shift my gaze over to him. “Lips too,” he calls out.

Nodding my head, I grin wider. “Yes,” I agree. “Everything.”

ONE YEAR LATER

Layne watches me from across his desk. I’ve just landed a huge regular client, huge. He smiles at me, his eyes lighting up as he leans back in his chair. I’m at his personal home, a place that he typically doesn’t see escorts, but for some reason, we’re more than just boss and employee, we’ve become friends.

“I have a bit of a bone to pick with you,” he announces.

“You do?” I ask, frowning.

He nods his head a couple of times. “I do. While I’m ecstatic you’re bringing in the most high-profile clients any single girl of mine has ever had, you have yet to bring me any new girls.”

“New girls…” I say, my words trailing off.

“Someone like you, with your qualities.”

My lips turn up into a smile. “There is nobody else like me, Layne, and you know this.”

He chuckles. “I do, Avah. I need fresh blood though.”

Rising to my high-heeled feet, I press my lips together. “I’ll find you someone, don’t worry. I have made a couple of friends at the medi-spa. There’s one girl, she’s gorgeous, young and sweet. She’d be an asset.”

“Get her. I don’t care how,” he practically growls.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Turning my back to him, I start to walk out of the room when he calls out to me. Stopping at the door, I turn my head to look back at him from over my shoulder.

“Not see, Avah, do.”

“Layne,” I breathe.

He arches a brow. “Do it or your path will change and you’ll be put to work.”

I know what work means. Work means walking the streets and trying to find Johns, getting in their cars and probably getting hurt. I don’t want that, I don’t want any part of it. I like my apartment in the city, I like my clothes and shoes, I like going to the spa, I like my life. This is the most stability I have ever had.

“I’ll do it,” I whisper.

Leaving Layne’s place, I make my way outside and toward my car. Another thing that I like. I bought myself a little red BMW as soon as I made enough money. I got rid of my crappy Passat and slid into a leather two-door red Beemer and never looked back.

Now I have to recruit some poor woman to sell her body for money. I don’t know if I can do that, I don’t know if I can talk someone into selling themselves. I don’t care about me, I’m not special, I don’t have family or friends who love me.

Sex and money are all I have.

Other people aren’t like me though. Other people have a lot

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