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as she flashed Sara a wide grin.  “How was it?”
    “It was…” Sara shrugged, sitting down at the small table of the roadside café.   She wasn’t sure if she should tell Krista everything that had happened.  She was the only friend Sara had in the city, and the one that had gotten her this job.
    “I kno w,” Krista said, not even waiting for a response.  “I told you the first wasn’t that great.  But I’ve heard client #326 is particularly pleasant.  I’ve wanted him for a long time.  You are so lucky.  I’m jealous.”
    The clients were given numbers, most of them not wanting to give names for obvious reasons.  They were all wealthy, powerful men with a lot to loose if their more peculiar preferences ever became public knowledge.
    “I guess,” Sara said, her cheeks heating with the slightest recollection of him. His presence lingered in her mind, haunting her every waking moment with his utterly masculine aura.
    “Y ou know I expect you to tell me everything,” Krista said, leaning away from the table as a waiter began to fill the small table with dishes of food.  “I ordered for you.  I didn’t want to wait.”
    “I don’t real ly want to talk about it,” Sara protested, shaking her head.  Krista was in this business for a different set of reasons than Sara.  Krista was a sexually free person, and she enjoyed the opportunity to meet young, powerful men and bed them.  It was a game to her, and getting paid to play was just a bonus. 
    “Your not getting off that easy,” Krista said, picking up her fork and spearing a clump of pasta. “Besides, was it really that bad?”
    “No,” Sara said, “It was just…”
    “Awkward?” Krista interrupted, her fork hanging in the air by her mouth.  The Madame told Krista to be careful with Sara, to not tell her too much or push her too hard.  Madame Gwen saw enormous potential with Sara, but she didn’t want to scare her off before she had a chance to see the better side of this business.
    “Yeah ,” Sara said.  She really just wanted to end this conversation, and she knew Krista wouldn’t let up until she was satisfied. 
    “It can be sometime,” Krista said, “but the first time is always the worst.  For both things.”
    “Yeah,” Sara said, “but I’m not doing it again.”
    “I know, I know,” Krista said.  They had been round and round about this from the beginning.  Krista figured if you were going to do it once, why not make a living out of it.  She knew that society’s opinion of her trade was not very favorable, but she didn’t care.  Krista had found enjoyment in the work.  It’s not like any of her clients were ever unsav ory.  On the contrary, Madame Gwen not only hand picked her girls, but her clientele as well. Madame Gwen specialized in fantasy, and it was that aspect that Krista enjoyed the most.  She had always had a diverse sexual appetite, and this allowed her to live out her own sexual desires while making a very good living off it.  She understood that it would not suit most girls, for the label of prostitute alone. 
    “Madame Gwen keeps calling me,” Sara said, looking down at her plate.  She had been avoiding the calls.  She had already received her payment and she really just wanted to leave all of this behind her.
    “And?” Krista asked , “What does she want?”
    “I don’t know,” Sara said. She picked at her food.  She hadn’t been able to eat much lately.  Too many unsettling thoughts floating around her head.  “I was hoping you could talk to her for me.”
    Krista fought the strong urge to roll her eyes.  Sara was a great girl, but it was hard for most people to see the fire that lay beneath such a shy exterior.  Krista had only seen it come out of Sara on a few rare occasions, but it was enough for her to know the passion that was in her. 
    “I’m sorry,” Krista said with a shrug, “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.  Madame Gwen is a stickler about privacy