Jul 23
The walk into the hotel lobby is my favorite part of the night. I lead, and they follow—a trail of hungry men trailing behind me like shadows. I don’t bother with panties anymore. I used to wear them, back when I thought I had dignity to protect, but after enough guys ripped them off in their rush to get inside me, I learned. It wasn’t financially sustainable to keep replacing silk and lace every weekend. I’ve started calling myself a dumb whore for how often I let them ruin me, but honestly? It’s not so dumb. It’s practical.
