Epilogue Two

Camila

I enjoyed my little privileges as Daddy Enzo's bottom girl. Although I wasn't excused from sexual activities, I didn't get the worst males and golden showers, where males had a fetish for pissing on girls.

I was a fast learner. In sex work, we didn't just sell sex, we sold a fantasy. Only about forty percent of the men were there for the sex. The other sixty percent needed ego stroking, a compliment, affection, and someone to talk to.

My job was to figure out what it was they were craving so they would return every other week with another wad of cash. Daddy Enzo said only foolish girls fall in love with their clients because they are setting themselves up for downfall.

I learned to talk to my clients, to make them feel special. Some of them had nagging wives at home but we treated them like kings.

If a client tells me he's an engineer, I'd tell him that's fascinating and ask him to tell me all about it.

If they are fat, I tell them they've got lovely eyes. If they go to th