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spooning on the bed. Once Damian had gotten another erection, he jammed it into her moist pussy from behind and started grinding hard as she stroked her own clit, feeling Damian's hand rubbing her breast. She was hot with the intensity of the position and sunk her face into the covers so as not to scream the place down. Damian orgasmed at the same time as she did and, finally, they dozed off. They awoke to make love again in the early hours of the morning and fell asleep again, exhausted.
     
    A beam of light flickered onto Sonia's face and she wondered what time it was. The sun was bright from early on in the summer, so it could be any time. She had nowhere special to be that day so yawned and closed her eyes again. She wondered if Damian was awake and would he want to make love again. She was happy to; he was a fantastic lover, considerate and long-lasting.
     
    Sonia smiled to herself and turned her head to look at the sleeping Damian – but he wasn't there. She got onto her elbows and looked around the room, expecting to see Damian getting back into his clothes. There was no sign of him. She listened carefully for signs of him being in the bathroom or somewhere else in the apartment.
     
    Her mind turned to romantic movies she'd seen where the woman wakes up, the man is gone and she thinks he's run out on her, only for him to appear minutes later with fresh coffee and bagels from the local store. Her local store sold amazing bagels and her stomach lurched in expectation. She sat up in bed and pulled her knees into her chin, feeling the delectable soreness of a heavy night of sex. It was a good feeling. Damian had managed things she'd never experienced with another man. She couldn't wait to see him again.
     
    It was already ten o'clock in the morning. Damian didn't have much of the morning left; he had a plane to catch in the afternoon and then she'd never see him again. The thought made her sad, but she was cheered by the sound of the door to the apartment opening. Strange, she thought, he doesn't have a key .
     
    Sonia got up and pulled on a dressing gown. By the door she saw a suitcase and bags she recognized and she followed the sounds she heard to the kitchen.
     
    “Bibi, you're back,” Sonia said, surprised that her roomie was home already.
     
    “Hi ya, Sonia. Yeah, I would have been back last night if I could. The event I went to was a total wash-out. Hardly any buyers. I lost a bunch. Rather than wait till the afternoon, I decided to get an earlier flight home.”
     
    Bibi was a designer of sexy lingerie and had gone to a sales event in Philadelphia. She stood in the kitchen pushing her long, wavy blond hair behind her ears, making coffee and looking calm about the whole thing.
     
    “I'm sorry to hear that,” Sonia said.
     
    “Oh well, you win some you lose some. Still, I managed to get a few good leads.”
     
    “I'm glad,” Sonia said, trying to hide her disappointment that it wasn't Damian at the door. “I may as well go run myself a bath.”
     
    “You all right?” Bibi asked before Sonia could slink away. “You look tired or something. How did it go last night? First night on the job.” Bibi smiled and stopped preparing the pot of coffee to listen to the details of Sonia's first night as an escort.
     
    Sonia had lots of different jobs since moving to New York to become a lingerie model, which was how she met Bibi. It was a job she'd been convinced to do by a pushy agent she'd met in her hometown of Detroit when she was a twenty-year-old, trying to make it as a model. When the work got scarcer in New York, Sonia didn't return home, she stayed and started working in a bar. That was it, along with some sleazy underwear shoots and the occasional walk-on parts in a few low budget movies.
     
    “I didn't think I would be,” Sonia said, “but I was pretty nervous. I couldn't get images out of my head about me being just a glorified hooker and wondering what my momma would say. I've done some