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Gritting his teeth, he deleted them all and sent another. TechPronce: Hello. I was recommended to you by a friend. I am in need of your service. Money is not a problem, and you'll get as much room to work as possible. Please reply to me as soon as you get this. Thank you. Once the message was delivered, he pursed his lips and closed the webpage, knowing he wouldn't be getting a response any time soon. However, he couldn't afford to wait much longer. He needs some last-minute miracles to make his grandfather shift the appointment date forward so he can finally push Mark off the pedestal.

I arrive panting and a skinny guy who couldn’t care less looks up at me. “Oh, are you the lady whose parking ticket isn’t working?” “That… would… be me,” I pant. Oh, man, I’m out of shape. I give him the ticket. He scans it and then opens the gate with a button. I watch on his security camera as it rises. “You couldn’t do this for me when I was up there?” I snap. Honestly… some people. “No. I don’t want to get into trouble.” He smiles sarcastically as he hands over my card.

Tips already flood in before I even say hello. Zach kneels behind me holding the printed list like a grocery receipt. “Hi kittens,” I say, trying to sound bubbly. “Tonight we’re knocking out request number nine. Be nice to my poor little butt, okay?” Chat explodes. > “finally!!!” > “tip 1000 if she takes the black one” > “tip 2000 for real dick after” Zach shows the camera three plugs on the bed: small, medium, huge black one that makes me whimper just looking at it.

I’d heard rumors that most were determined to sleep with every single guy, they even had scorecards. Dis.gust.ing. “Honey, I’m sorry but you need to go,” Missile says, taking the plate right from her. I snicker, damn that was cold. I watch with great amusement as he gives her a $100 bill and tells her to go before shoving her out the door. Barely a minute later, Punch emerges, in a baggy t-shirt and shorts, Nike slides on his feet. I gasp as I take in all the tattoos on his legs.

I approached a tall guy and asked, "Do you know where the ticket counter is?" He pointed at his right and said, "You need to walk a few steps forward and you'll find the counter on your left." "Okay, thank you." I followed the instructions and found the ticket counter. Successfully, I finally took the tickets. "Are you still taking the ticket?" Tyler asked me. I gave him a stare and said, "How can you leave me just like that? I'm here for the first time. How will I know where the tickets are issued?" I collected the tickets and gave them to him.

He asked me, his deep accent voice making me flinch a bit. " The club," He nodded. " You got any dough on ya?" Oh no! I just realized I didn't bring a penny with me. Great! Now how do I convince the man to take me. " Uh..." " You got the gumption to come up to me without any cash, huh?" His strong accent became audible. " I promise to pay you, please. I need your help...I..." I took a deep breath then leaned closer to him. " Mr Strange sent me and if I fail to deliver his message then he would attack tonight and kill anyone, remember it could be you,"

I feel thankful he doesn't look like he's in a bad mood. "Hi Mia, how can I help?" He asks as I approach him to have a seat on the chair opposite his. "I have a personal question to ask. A guy question." He raises his head up at the second part but doesn't say anything. He instead nods for me to continue. "There's a guy that I like that I want to take on a date tonight," I start then stop him when he almost says something. I know what he wants to say so I continue,

He must be really interested in watching me flop. For the next ten minutes, I was invested on my contacts list like a seasoned hustler. Fortunately for me, my cousin once dated a guy who works for an airline; that got me a hold on a last minute flight. Millie runs social media for a sports memorabilia store; she knows a ticket broker who could help make things work. I juggled between calls and texts until it clicked. “Done,” I said, setting my phone down. “Four VIP tickets, front row, center ice and flight leaves in ninety minutes, I can email you the confirmation number.” I sang like a canary.

I greeted. “Who are you?” one of them asked. “I… I am here for the birthday,” I fumbled. “Do you have an invitation?” the second man asked. “No. Um, honestly, I want to see someone inside. Just five minutes, okay?” I requested. They exchanged puzzled glances. “You can’t go in, Miss. Either you have a ticket or an invitation. Go away from here,” the first security man snapped, making me shudder.

"Here, please sign." Bryan pretended not to see. "Ummm, where?" "On my boobs." "Boobs?!" Andre and Gentle said in unison. Kim wildly smile watching Bryan sign on Jennifer's boobs while she captures every moment on video. Bryan stretch his hands to give Jennifer what looked like a card. "This is the V.I.P ticket to my concert in the mother land. You are invited." "Oh my God!!!" Jennifer screamed, hugging Bryan. "Thank you so much Bryan, I love you."