ANOTHER CLIENT. ANOTHER JOB. It was becoming a daily routine these days to which she couldn’t very well argue against. Over a year ago, she had been struggling to make ends meat just by getting through medical school and now… now, she had made a rather prominent name for herself ; BLOODY MARY – it was a cliché, but it paid the bills. So long as her real name was never used and the money was flowing, what did she care? She’d do just about anything. No matter how outrageous the requests were, or how much she detested the very idea, it wasn’t her body. It was theirs. If they could afford to pay, she could afford to set her opinions aside and do whatever it was they wanted. Like prostitution but with a scalpel. She sat in her usual position on the second floor of the Bourbon A-Go-Go which ironically became an office of sorts for these kind of meetings. It was unconventional, but practical and her clients never seemed to mind. When the woman finally arrived, Mary managed a forced sort of smile in greeting before coming to stand and offering a seat just opposite of her. ❝ Mercy, correct? It’s a pleasure. I hope you don’t mind the establishment, but it’s discreet. Perhaps you can begin by telling me how you managed to locate my contact information? Who recommended you. ❞
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