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when a client first comes in, he’s average looking. If I talk about sports, he’s hot,” Tara said.
    “And if he’s fugly,” Payton added, “she’ll talk about traffic.” Tara shot her a knowing look as if they shared an inside joke.
    “But if I’m wearing a blindfold, why does it matter?”
    Payton’s eyes fell on me like I was a dummy. “Ugly guys pay more for pussy. A lot more.”
    “I’ll negotiate the price,” Tara said, “but it’s always your call on accepting the offer. You won’t be able to see his body language, and he’ll think that’s to his advantage. When he makes a bid, where I touch you indicates what I think I’m seeing. The closer to your head I get, the closer I think we are to reaching his limit.”
    I didn’t understand. She was going to touch me?
    “For example,” she continued, “if he offered ten thousand for Payton and I touched her on her ankle, I think we can get him up quite a bit. If I touch her on the shoulder—”
    “I’m going to take it,” Payton said.
    Okay, I guessed it made sense. I hadn’t thought much about the pricing or negotiations, and I was relieved not to have to.
    Time was rushing along, and when I glanced at my phone it was ten minutes to eleven. There were noises downstairs, stirrings as if clients had begun to arrive. Joseph appeared in the lounge, chatting with a few of the women near the door. I wondered dimly if he’d had his dick in everyone’s mouth at one point or another.
    “Number four, Tara,” he said when he passed by.
    That was the number of the room I’d sell myself in. Tara handed me a silk robe and showed me where I could put my clothes and purse, and then looked at me as if waiting for me to do something. I couldn’t fathom what, until the five other women in the lounge started to undress.
    They weren’t bashful. Two of them laughed and told jokes with all their business hanging out. Some of them were watching as if judging me. I hurried to catch up, pulling the silver dress over my head. I couldn’t wear a bra since the dress was backless, so that one move told them I came to play.
    I stepped out of my underwear and heels so I was as naked as a jaybird, and shrugged into the soft robe. Payton slid an arm into her own robe and cinched it shut as she gave me a wink. In spite of everything, I cracked a smile.
    My bare feet were cold on the stairs as I descended in a single-file line, and then marched determinedly down the long hall to my room.
    “Enjoy yourself, Evie,” Payton whispered as she passed by. “If you like it, he’ll fucking love it.”
    I stared at the brass number four attached there, wondering what the hell was going to happen to me behind that door.
    I turned the knob and pushed the door open.

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    FOUR
    There wasn’t a bed in the room softly lit by a crystal chandelier. Taking the center of the space was a long table with a leather cushion top, similar to a doctor’s office, but . . . decidedly less clinical. It was, for lack of a better word, sexy. Every inch of the walls and ceiling were covered in alternating textures of black fabric in an intriguing sequence. A clever disguise for soundproofing. In the corner sat a white wingback chair I knew wasn’t for me. There was an easel with a dry-erase board on it. My willing list in big, easy to read print.
    The door latched behind Tara, and I was gripped with full-body terror.
    “Can I take your robe for you?”
    Her voice was like honey. My clumsy hands undid the knot at my waist and let it slide off my shoulders, catching it in my hands. It felt like real silk. I handed it over and watched her hang it on a hook behind the door.
    “Is it warm enough in here?” she asked. “I can adjust the thermostat.”
    She must have asked because I was trembling. “I’m fine.”
    Tara’s hand was warm when she set it on my arm in a friendly way. “You’ve got a beautiful body, and I’m not going to have a hard time finding a buyer for you. But it’s