I sit down in their booth and cry. I feel hands grab my hands and Sally is sitting across from me. I look at her through my tears.
"Baby girl, do you want to talk?" She says in a sweet calm voice.
"No, not right now. Maybe later." I say, secretly praying she won't take no for an answer.
"Ok, when you are ready." She says and puts a tissue in my hands.
I wipe my eyes and cheeks and take a deep breath. I stuff the $20 and the note in my apron. I feel the $500 dollars as I slide the note in. Another feeling of despair runs over me. Am I officially a whore now? I did just fuck for money. That is pretty much a no-brainer. At least I am expensive... I slide out of the booth and check my other tables.
