Bitch For Hire
bitchyhole When I answer the door, the girl is already halfway back down my front steps, back hunched nervously under her light spring dress. “No longer interested in the position?” I ask mildly. She turns slowly, straightening her shoulders, visibly gathering her courage. Her face is young, looks younger than in the photo she sent, but maybe it’s her nervous expression. Her blonde hair falls in a sweet sweep over half her face, dusting her slim neck. “Uh, no. I
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