CALL GIRL #1
“What do you do with all the money? If that’s twenty percent, then you took home like thirty thousand fucking dollars this week.”
“Twenty-five. I pay off this place, expand my shoe collection, buy out Agent Provocateur and occasionally La Perla, and save the rest for a rainy day. Oh, and taxes. They kill me.” I stabbed my spoon into my tub of cereal Food. “And if you remember, I take cheapskates like you on vacation now and then. But this doesn’t happen every week.” I licked the spoon clean. “A couple extra clients dropped in, so voilà”
Brenda grinned. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m in the wrong industry. Shit, I show my tits all the time and I don’t make half as much as you.”