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on having sex. But he was a good for stimulating conversation since he worked in finance, and he also had a lot of money, so there was no turning him down.
     
    I didn’t have too much time to prepare for him, but he took me shopping at North Park, allowing me to buy some new clothes and shoes to wear for him, as well as lingerie. He handed me his store card and excused himself for a small while, telling me he’d be right back and just wait for him in the area when I was done.
     
    That evening, over dinner, he presented me with a gift bag from Na Hoku. Inside were a yellow gold plumeria bracelet with diamonds, along with the matching earrings and ring. The jewelry easily cost several thousand dollars! No man I dated or slept with ever spoiled me with that amount of money in a gift.
     
    “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he winked. “You can thank me later.”
     
    And that I did. Like I said, I wasn’t deeply into having sex with my clients – I really gave them as much conversation, alcohol and head as possible, or rushed through sex, faking it so they’d come quick and get worn out – but I went all out for him. I sucked, fucked and even rode cowgirl on his short but girthy length for him a couple of times, screaming and cumming like I loved him. In a way, I put on a show, and I’m sure he was aware of it in a sense, but it was money well spent and earned on both ends.
     
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    My review came up at the end of February. Dean and the company were highly impressed with my work, so I was able to negotiate a raise. Instead of $38,500, I was made closer to $43,000. Initially, they wanted to bump me to $40K, but when I pointed out my education and my accomplishments, coupled with statistical data of salary ranges in Dallas, they couldn’t argue with me. I wanted $45K – which I should have been making from the door, but this was an agreeable compromise that was working very well for me.
     
    I shared my raise with Stacy, and she was ecstatic. “It’s about time you were getting paid what you’re worth, girl!” she squealed in the bathroom, jumping up and down and clapping. “We totally need to celebrate. Road trip?”
    We hopped on the road and ran to Houston together, staying at Hotel ZaZa and exploring the city. We had fun, but didn’t spend too much money. Although we had gotten really close over the time we worked together, I didn’t tell her about my night job. I didn’t want her to get suspicious, especially since she knew I had only recently been complaining about money and bills just several weeks ago. If I suddenly started blowing cash, she’d have a ton of questions. So while we stayed at one of the city’s best hotels, we kept the meals and shopping to a minimum.
     
    “Here’s to big boobs and bigger salaries,” she toasted, lifting her Vegas Bomb shot in offering.
     
    I offered mine to her in return. “Yes! To big, beautiful boobs and way bigger, more beautiful salaries. Cheers!”

CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    Spring was approaching fast, and I was starting to get into the flow of being an escort. As flowers and trees started to blossom and bloom, so did my workload. I guess everyone was lulling out of their post-holiday winter slumber.
     
    Over the months, business would ebb and flow. Some months I made my target of $20,000; others I fell a couple thousand dollars short.
     
    February was an amazing month. I racked up over $50,000. It was unbelievable, but after paying me $15,000 for Valentine’s Day weekend and all the gifts, the same client, whose name is Mark, dropped another $10,000 in my lap, giving me a total of $25,000 plus gifts.
     
    “You deserve it for treating me to such a wonderful time,” he said. “Thanks for the incredible experience.”
     
    March sucked . Things slowed down abruptly. I made about $7,000. I had to do a lot of bargaining with clients the entire month. Some would tell me they only could afford this or that while they waited for their tax return. Some wanted me