Melody
The thing about being Sandra’s only female friend and client, is you get dragged to damn near every event known to man. What’s worse, she waits till the last minute to inform you. Like right now, she’s trashing through my closet for a suitable dress that would make men want to pay for an hour with me. Out of all the sh*t she has dragged me into, this is by far the most ridiculous one yet.
A charity for the fight against s*x trafficking is auctioning off females for money. What an oxymoron? She found a backless, red silk and lace dress with an extremely high thigh split and threw it at me, then moved on to the shoe closet.
“Why are you in such a rush and why the hell am I being auctioned off?”
“One of the girls dropped out and you were requested.”
“By whom?”
“More than half o
