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was fortunate. This was a high-end escort agency where she

wouldn’t be required to do anything sleazy. At least, that’s

what she was promised by Stu, the balding, six-foot-five, burly

guy who managed the place.

After being in Vegas for three months, it felt inevitable that

Cassia should end up there, taking this job when she couldn’t

get any other. She’d tried. God, she’d tried. She lived in a

shitty apartment, ate hardly anything at all, and still her money

was running low. Her father had kept her so protected and

sheltered that her resume was pitifully thin. She had no

experience to fall back on and it showed. She’d tried

waitressing, retail, and even working at a gas station, but she’d

been let go from every job after just a few days. Honestly, she

wouldn’t have given herself a chance if she was someone else.

She had one thing to fall back on: her beauty. But it being

Vegas, there wasn’t a shortage of agencies and places willing

to sell beauty. She wasn’t going to fool herself that she could

ever be a model. She needed cash and she needed it quickly.

She’d actually considered applying to one of the many strip

clubs, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. It was more

than just her pride. She was afraid that if her father was

looking for her, or if he ever did, he’d have contacts that

stretched into every city, even if he himself didn’t personally

do business there. He would know someone who knew

someone who knew someone who knew she was working

there.

Cassia had always judged those jobs and places harshly. She

felt bad now about looking down on people from her point of

privilege. God, she’d been so privileged. So, so spoiled. So

innocent and naïve.

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