What would I do if I really needed the money? If I was desperate, I would probably put on my most promiscuous outfit… knee high, lace up black boots, fish net stockings, short skirt, mid drift halter, and platform high heels… and call my best client, Steven.

Steven is a businessman from NYC. He’s in his forties, with a decent build; I have no idea if he’s married, in a relationship, or single. We don’t talk about those sorts of things. Steven is the kind of client that is always up for a good time, if he has the time. Usually he contacts me, but sometimes I’ll shoot him a text to let him know I’ll be in the city, and if he’s around, we’ll get together. Steven is into some really kinky stuff, things many girls won’t do. But for the right price, he know’s I’ll do just about anything.

So, anyway, I would call up Steven and make plans to meet up with him. Steven is really into bondage. He likes to tie me up, and use whips and paddles. Give me spankings, use large toys, that sort of thing. His hotel room is on the top floor. Once I’m there, and in his room, the fun begins. First he ties me to the bed, using black bondage rope. My arms are tied to each bed post, and my legs are spread far apart, to the far bedposts.

Steven begins by gently whipping my inner thighs, just enough to bring up small welts… just enough to make me whimper. I can see that the night table is fully stocked with large… very large toys… and copious amounts of lubricant.

Its going to be a long night… but I can tell you this much… my money troubles are over.