Dirty Shifts
Emma twisted around from the passenger seat, blowing perfect smoke rings right at my face, grinning like trouble.
“Where the hell are we headed?” I asked, voice still rough from all the polite bullshit I’d swallowed earlier.
“Home first, girl,” Sophia said, eyes flicking to the rearview, catching mine. “Go wash that job-hunt stink and desperation off you. Then we’ll sit down and talk real business.
I’ll break it all the way down to how the pussy-and-cash machine really runs.
No fairy tales, no soft shit. Just how you turn this body into money that bites back.”
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