Call Girl?

Karen woke up in her dingy bedroom, and for a moment, she stared up in confusion at the ceiling, the events of the other day with her employers’ son; Denzel swirling up inside her.

It seems unreal; fantastic but yet unreal. She shook her head. After meeting and having mind-blowing sex with a complete stranger, he offered me a job as his … his what?

Courtesan? Call girl? And she accepted.

He had told her to drop her contact but she couldn’t find a way to give it to him with Mr. and Mrs. McNeil getting to know. After he had left, she had gone to clean up his room and she saw his contact card on the table with a wad of dollar notes and also a letter.

Denzel had in the letter told her to resign from her job as a maid to become his courtesan.

Her stomach churned after she had read the letter. She felt like things like that don’t really happen to girls like her. Was he actually trying to