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conventions like this.  Many who do what I do have eight or nine clients a day.  They’re the ones who get used up in a year or two, and everything they do gets robotic.”
    “Was it hard when you started?  I mean I know we’re all adventurous in college but…”  I was definitely kind of slutty in college. I’d considered stripping to make money but I’d never considered being a call girl.
    “I was lucky. My first client was really wealthy, and he was a sweet guy.  He was a widow and he didn’t want romance.  I guess he couldn’t be romantic without feeling like he was betraying his wife.  He wanted platonic companionship and then sex.  That was it.  I went to his house. We watched television and talked. There was no flirting or anything like that. He told me about his day and then he took me into his bedroom and screwed me.  It was like friends with benefits except he paid me.”
    “But what about the other clients?”
    She shrugged. “He saw me twice a week all through my freshman year of college.  I never had another client until I was a sophomore and I always built up regulars.  None of my friends knew what I did. They thought my parents were rich.” She leaned in and smiled conspiratorially at me. “The crazy thing was that they all thought I was kind of prudish.  If you want to know something crazy, compared to a few of them, I was kind of prudish.”
    I found her fascinating, and it was strange to think that the two of us, two women who came from different worlds, could really be friends.  Actually, we didn’t really have too different of a background, I suppose.  I’d always thought if someone became a prostitute it meant they had to have been pushed into it or forced into it.  Marlena wasn’t like that at all.  She’d chosen the profession and she thought the stereotype was largely media-made, that both feminists and right wingers were extremely prudish but for different reasons.
    “I mean, fuck, JoAnne. People protest for the right to control our bodies when it comes to abortion but they act like we have to be victims if we spread our legs for anything else. Right wingers think we’re sinners and left wingers think anyone paying us for sex is assaulting us.  It’s bullshit. It’s my body. I’ll sleep with anyone I want to, and whenever I want, and that’s that. I sleep with rich me, middle class men, and even poor men who save up for something special. Speaking of that, I’ve saved seven-hundred thousand dollars.  When I hit eight-hundred I’ll be done and, I don’t know, write a book or open a bar or something. All the judgmental fucks would have denied me that and told me it was for my own good.” 
    Then she added that line that threw my mind into the blender. “I also sleep with women.”
    Okay, prior to that I’d certainly imagined her in the middle of sex.  How could I not? How could you find out someone is a prostitute and not imagine her having sex? It had been all academic, though.  She was beautiful but I hadn’t been turned on or anything.  When she mentioned she slept with women, though, it was like a jolt of electricity to my clit. My clit and my nipples, actually. It was so strange to feel an immediate and rather overwhelming sense of arousal.  Sure, I’d fantasized about lesbian sex as much as the next girl but never specifically, never when I could immediately do something about it.
    “Oh my God,” Marlena said, “We were having so much fun and now I ruined it. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to proposition you. Now you think the whole conversation was just bullshit to get money from you, I—”
    I shook my head. “I’m not offended. I didn’t think that. I just…” I took a deep breath. “I want to hire you.” She looked at me curiously and I said, “Oh Jesus! Now you must think I was only talking to you to see if you…” The words trailed off and she smiled and then we both laughed like crazy.
    Marlena said, “What do you say we