Page 6 of David's Chase

‘Of course I know. My stupid conscience. Now get lost.’

I refuse to engage with her for the next few seconds as I restart to count the money since I lost track while chatting with Miss Nuisance in my head.

It’s a lot.

A lot of money.

I give up at three thousand dollars. It must be five grand. Man, is that the going rate these days? I know there’s inflation and stuff, but still.

Have I picked the wrong career path?

That’s kind of obvious.

Would I do it with anyone else for cash?

No fucking way.

Like with some guy treating me like a warm hole with legs?

No. That would never happen.

Besides, those men come with a host of issues. Repressed feelings, inadequacies, powerlessness, insecurities.

Yeah, yeah… I imagine there are other men like David. They like to pay and play, and whoever gets picked up by them enjoys a lot of benefits.

Like me with him last night.

Bust still…

Is he like them?

Like those men who can’t get it up without shedding cash for a willing woman?

Did it turn me on?

Yeah… It did.

Do I find it satisfying now?

Honestly, I feel nothing.

And I won’t use his money. I have no need for it. It’s not like I’ve become wealthy overnight. I have a host of problems, but I won’t use his money to fix them.

No way.

It would hurt me more than help me.

‘Righteous silly girl,’the voice in my head comments, and I grind my teeth.

‘I thought you were busy,’I shoot back.

‘I am busy listening to your stupid chatter. You could use some of that money to pay off that high interest credit card debt you keep forgetting about.’

‘Mind your own business. I’ll pay it off. Don’t need his money for that.’

‘Yeah. Because you’re rich or something.’

“Ugh…”

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