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unlucky. A guy can be an asshole no matter where you meet him.”
     
    “That’s true. Lord knows that I’ve had my fair share of broke assholes. So I guess if you have to be with a broke asshole and rich one, you may as well get paid for it.”
     
    I shook my head, “I thought that you were against all of this.”
     
    “I am, I’m just trying to look at the bright side.”
     
    “Mm hmm.”
     
     
     
     

#Chapter5
     
    The following morning, Jessica did the walk of shame into our apartment. She didn’t come in the night before. She looked quite pleased with herself and was humming a little tune.
     
    “Good morning beautiful.” Jessica said when she saw me.
     
    “Hey, I called you yesterday.”
     
    “Sorry, I was all tied up.” she snickered.
     
    “I don’t even want to know.”
     
    “You’re right, but check out these shoes!” She said as she opened up her shopping bag and showed me her shiny new expensive heels.
     
    “Wow, so did Steve get these for you?”
     
    “Ummm, no. Actually these are from James.”
     
    “Have you no shame woman? What in the hell happened to Steve? When I saw you leaving this morning, you were going out to breakfast with him.”
     
    “I know, and we did. I then got a text from James and I just can’t say no to him.” Her eyes took on a dreamy look.
     
    “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
     
    “Don’t worry about me. What happened with you and that guy yesterday? Did you make anything?”
     
    “Well, I got $100 dollars. I was supposed to make another $100 but I splashed my drink in his face before we got that far. It wasn’t even worth it because of what happened. That asshole offered me $500 dollars to have sex with him.”
     
    Jessica didn’t look shocked, “Well that happens from time to time.”
     
    “What would you have done in a situation like that?”
     
    “If he was hot I would have probably done it. Granted, I would have made him at least double his offer. But if he was ugly, I would have gone the same route that you did. How did he look?”
     
    “It doesn’t matter how he looked!” I said in disbelief. I couldn’t believe that my friend was actually trickin’ for cash. “Having sex for money makes you a prostitute Jessica and that shit is illegal and fucked up.”
     
    “Calm down Mother Theresa. It’s not the same. Being a sugar baby is different. Prostitutes will sleep with anyone for money. I only sleep with men that I have a connection with. Which means that I get to know them. They give me gifts because they want to, not because they have to. If that man just so happens to leave me cash in the morning, then it’s considered as a perk. He gave it to me as a gift.”
     
    I gave my friend the major side eye. She knew that it was all semantics and that she was toeing a dangerous line.
     
    “I only got into this because I thought sex wasn’t going to be involved. Now I don’t think I can do this anymore. I can’t go out with men that think that they get to fuck me just because they took me out or gave me money. I was naïve but now that I know the truth, I just can’t do it.”
     
    “Don’t be so quick to give up on it. You may meet a really hot guy that wants to give you cash and gifts, and sex will just be a bonus for the both of you. Who knows? You just may meet a man that you genuinely like, stop overreacting just because you had one bad experience. Assholes are everywhere. Besides, I know that it’s been ages since you’ve gotten laid. Imagine getting laid on the balcony of the Trump Towers. I get all tingly just thinking about it.”
     
    “It has been a while since I’ve gotten some and it’s been tough. But I just don’t see myself being attracted to any man that uses that website. All of the men on there were old and ugly. The ones that were attractive weren’t from here or they seemed like pricks.”
     
    “Just give it some time. You don’t have to stalk the site every day, just keep