I wish I could watch Jonah with his next woman. I’m sure he’d impress me. A staccato rap startles me from my reverie. “I’m on break.” A familiar face grins in at me through my window. “Just have time for a fuck. No nonsense. Fifteen minutes.” I open the window. Rick, a frequent customer, hops inside and passes me a fifty. No stumbling over the step for him. He locks the door and draws the curtain himself. I hear the shwwp of his zipper while my back is turned. By the time I finish putting away his cash, his cock is out, framed in his black uniform pants. “A hot show tonight?” I cover his impressive hard-on with brisk efficiency so different than the deliberate care I took with Jonah earlier. The other girls despise me for being Rick’s favorite. They try to lure him away with healthy competition. And though he goes for variety on occasion, he always comes back to me. Jealous stares will lance me when I opened the curtain after he leaves. Nothing new there. “Yeah, I should get a fucking allowance.
