New Girl
Astrid pulled on her shirt, standing up as the man in her bed moved to roll over, to pull her into his arms or something similar. She was not in the mood and she'd have to charge extra for that.
"You're time's up," she said, trying to keep her tone polite. "If you're planning on staying the night, it's extra; you know that."
The man pulled himself into a sitting position, grumbling as he did so. He wasn't one of her regulars, so maybe he didn't quite know the rules. Either way, it was time for him to go. It was almost midnight and Astrid had more customers to see to.
He put her money on the dresser, then leaned in for a kiss, but Astrid turned her head. His lps landed on her cheek and then he turned, walking out the door.
With one glance at her reflection to make sure that she was presentable, Astrid headed out into the area for the girls only, spotting a new face. She'd heard her madam talking about a new girl, but nothing had come of it yet, so she'd put it out of her mind, for the time being.
Now that the new girl was here, though, things were different.
Her movements unconsciously sensual, as they always were now, Astrid headed over to the new girl and sat down on the chair across from her, one long leg draped over the other.
"You're new," she said, matter-of-factly. "I'm Astrid," she said, leaning forward with a slight smile. If this girl, innocent as she was, was going to survive here, she'd need a friend. Depending upon what this girl was like, Astrid might be that friend.
