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over to Stu. She was going to ask to see them, but she wasn’t

sure if she’d be able to.

“Some girls get lucky. They go from being waitresses or

companions, dates for the evening, to being a more permanent

companion. They meet the right person and bam! Taken care

of for life. You know what I’m talking about?”

Cassia nodded. She pursed her lips and lowered her lashes

to give the camera a sultry look. At least, she imagined she

did. Rodger seemed pleased enough. She couldn’t very well

tell him that she’d left a life where she had everything to come

to this. He wouldn’t have understood.

She’d agreed to a waitressing/companion position. She

knew it would involve skimpy outfits and drunk, loud parties.

She also knew people could look, but not touch. Stu promised

she’d be briefed before every job, given a choice as to whether

she wanted to take it or not.

He’d also said that some men just wanted companionship, a

beautiful woman on his arm for the evening, and didn’t want

more than that. She had no idea why someone would pay for

such a thing, but then she’d recalled Vincent and understood.

He would have had to provide her with the kind of lifestyle her

father expected him to give her. He would have owned her

body too, but mostly, her marriage would have involved her

showing up on his arm, presenting the world with an image of

her happiness. She would have been required to fake the ideal

of married bliss.

At least this way, if she was going to do virtually the same

thing, she could get paid for it. The more money she made, the

sooner she could get out of there. If she made enough, she

could get to a different city, take the time she needed to get a

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