Chapter 15 Shut the fuck up!

• Amberleigh put her shower cap on and jumped in the shower in an adjoining suite. She
• made sure to wash all her own naughty bits thoroughly. She wiped a towel across the steamed up bathroom mirror and glanced at her reflection. There was a nice bruise on her cheek and split lip, now even more engorged from Frat Boy’s lips against hers, and her lips navigating the geography of his body. Her battered face reminded her of old days back in The Fringe. Good times.
• She laughed to herself at the sweet sentiments from a pussy-love-struck boy spoken during that post-coital bliss. Yes, she was a regular bleeding heart humanitarian who deserved better than working five nights a week in a high class brothel. Fuck that, she enjoyed her job, and had it better than most. Many people she knew from The Fringe would kill to be in her position (or more aptly positions) right about now.  She hadn’t gone hungry or cold in five years and planned on keeping it that way.