Sharon Ainsworth's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at it and waved at Nicholas Ainsworth. "Alright, Bro, go on inside. I have to take this call."
After answering, she whispered, "Why are you calling again?"
"I was drinking with your agency's boss last night," came Quincy's voice. "He mentioned you're great in bed. You've been with him for a while, haven't you? How much? I'll keep you."
Sharon Ainsworth snorted. "He's the one who told you that?"
"Of course. I really want to see for myself. If you can be with him, why not with me? I'll pay you just the same. What do you say? If you're willing, I'll transfer the money now. Come over tonight."
Sharon Ainsworth's expression immediately hardened. "My price is quite high. Can you afford it?"
Quincy was even more blunt. "You're not exactly fresh, are you? And you're still talking about a high price? I can afford it, but are you worth it?"
Sharon Ainsworth gritted her teeth. "Even so, I'm a high-class item. The price is higher."
