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fullfil, and this is too much money to turn down", He went on. I angled away from the dancer choreographer, Tom and crossed my hands

t this guy on time", My eyes snapped up to Tom who was standing in the studio doorway. He drummed his fingers on the frame of the

and all I could think about was thinking into my bed. The other dancers had tried to pull me along to the after pa

o do or not didn't matter and this was somet

, and I did real

ight's possibilities. This wasn't my first time fullfilling the term of the unpleasant contract I ha

y locker to pick from. It was early winter , so I grabbed an olive green sweater dress and boots.

a gust of wind , blowing a few stray wisps of hair into my face. These "meetings" were common for the performers who took on the se

raffic might make me late, and with these meetings I preferred to be early. In minutes we passed Central Park a

front of St Luke's cathedral. The massive luxury hotel was across the street and I would turn that away in a minute but as I looked over

s about to

r what I was about to do. I swallowed those thoughts and walked the rest of the way to the hotel entrance. I got the key to the room at the front desk an

ard. I had been in this room before, but it didn't get easier each time like they told us it would. Holding m

yself a drink. This was the reason I preferred to arrive early. The small fridge was full of tinny little bottles and I downed three of them and

ho walked through the door. My body was now going through the motion

diately tensed and I know I was holding my breath as I listened to leather shoes against the floor. My body moved it's self

mediately left me. His presence sucked all the air ou

stray stands falling over his forehead. A short, neatly trimmed beard graced his p