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imagine how this could be in anyway considered professional.
    “Client #326 came to see me personally,” Madame Gwen said, picking up her fork and taking a last square of cake.
    “Look,” Sara said, raising a hand defensively.  “I did my job, if he wasn’t happy with it that’s his problem.”
    “Actually,” Madame Gwen said, pausing to enjoy her bite of cake, “he was rather pleased.  He wanted me to give you a bonus.”
    “A bonus,” Sara said, shocked.  She had thought he was dissatisfied .  He had been so cold to her when everything was over.  The Madame slid an envelope across the table to Sara, a wink in her green eyes.  It’s a good thing Sara wasn’t eating while she peaked into the envelope, because she would have choked.  It was a thick stack of hundreds, crisp and new. 
    “I know it can so metimes feel strange,” Madame Gwen said.  She dabbed at her lips with a corner of her white linen napkin.  “But if you can learn to treat this as a job, it can be very lucrative.”
    “Is this normal?” Sara asked.  There was almost as much in the envelope as she had been originally paid.
    “It’s not teribblly unusual,” Madame Gwen said.  “But client #326 has never given any girl a bonus.  He has also never requested the same girl twice.”
    “I won’t do it,” Sara said, vehemently shaking her head.  She knew she had to get him out of her mind forever, and seeing him again would only make that much harder.  But the fact that he had not only given her another massive sum of cash, but requested her again, did make her curious.  She had always thought that the men who partook in these sorts of services were seedy and deeply disturbed.  And while #326 obviously had peculiar fetishes, he didn’t really seem like the kind of man she had suspected would order a prostitute. 
    “Would you take another job, for twice the price?” Madame Gwen asked, her eyebrow raised and a smirk on her pouty red lips.
    “No, I can’t ,” Sara began to protest.
    “ It’s only dinner,” Madame Gwen interrupted. 
    “Dinner?” Sara s aid, “Is that some sort of code word?”
    “Its not code, Sara,” Madame Gwen said with a laugh.  “My business is to please my highly esteemed clientele.  Sometimes, that is something as simple as a dinner alone with a pretty girl.”
    Sara’s eyes locked onto the cash stuffed envelope in her hand.  She had been putting in applications everywhere looking for a job.  She may have been paid enough money to pay her tuition for the semester, but she still needed money to live on.  And then there was next semester’s tuition that would need to be paid soon enough.  She reasoned that the first time would always be the worst, and that hadn’t been completely horrible.  Besides, it was only dinner. 

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Sara rode in the back of the stretch limousine that had come to pick her up, watching the scenery of the city pass by as she tried to calm her nerves.  Her stomach turned with every tiny bump in the road.  Just the thought of seeing him again made her tremble.  The thought of having dinner with him made her dizzy.  The car came to a stop at the gate of a tall building and the driver got out to open the door for her.
    Sara placed her gloved hand into the driver’s proffered grip and she slid out of the bucket seat of the limo. She could barely walk in the floor length evening gown she was sent to wear.  It was a flowing red silk dress with a balconette corset top and a slit that ran all the way up her thigh.  Her hair had been swept back into a twist, revealing the long, slender curve of her neck.
    She had to concentrate on every step as she was shown to the back of the property, where a young man sat at a table set for two.  A candle-lit flower garden surrounded the little white gazebo where the table was set up.  Sara’s eyes focused on the man that sat at the table.  It wasn’t the man she was expecting it to be, and she let