I began my morning with two straight shots of vodka and an hour of power yoga. I was on edge. No, I was holding onto the edge with my feet dangling in mid-air. Aiden had called and informed me that we were meeting the Pierces at seven for dinner. Apparently these two had some sort of weird routine they followed before actually engaging in the evening’s scheduled romp. They liked to take girls out to dinner, then go for drinks at the bar in the lobby of the hotel they reserve every week. Afterwards Mrs. Pierce invites everyone up to the room for “conversation” and eventually demands that everyone strip. Every client has their own thing, though I have to admit, these people had the most elaborate “thing” of all. Ashley detailed it for me while she watched the “People’s Court” in the media room—a place I hadn’t spent very much time in at all. I was always too anxious to settle in for a movie and a bowl of popcorn, but if Ashley spent time there I could guarantee I would visit more often.

She also suggested I wear a skirt because Mrs. Pierce liked to fondle girls at dinner. Needless to say, I was very interested to meet this infamous wife. So, I spent the majority of the morning choosing an outfit—complete with the shortest skirt I owned. It was black and silk, ending a mere inch below my ass. Once I had found just the right sheer blouse to match it, I called my mother, who I hadn’t spoken to in over three weeks.

“Hi, mom. It’s me.”

“Spence! How are you? Wait, I can barely hear you!”

“Mom!”

“Hold on, you’re breaking up. Wait a minute!”

“Mom?”

“Ok, can you hear me?”

“Yeah.”

“How are you? It’s been awhile.”

“I’m good, mom. I’ve been busy but I’m good.”

“How’s work? Anything exciting?”

“Not really. Believe it or not, working at the library isn’t all that exciting.”

“But you’re busy?”

“Shelving and all that. You know.”

“Right, well don’t let work keep you from living your life, Spence. Have you met anyone?”

“I meet people all the time.”

“Anybody worth your time?”

“I don’t know, mom. My time is worth quite a lot these days.”

“Well, I don’t want you to forget about what’s important. Starting a family is what it’s all about. You can’t tell me you’re not ready to find a husband and settle down. If I have to wait for your brother to give me some grandkids, I’ll be too old to pick them up!”