
It’s past sunset.
Tomorrow, you’ll be back to folding towels.
Then comes a knock. The manager’s voice:
“One last guest. VIP. Do not mess this up.”
She tips in hundreds…or reports to management.
Now she’s on the table. Undressed. Waiting.










It’s past sunset.
Tomorrow, you’ll be back to folding towels.
Then comes a knock. The manager’s voice:
“One last guest. VIP. Do not mess this up.”
She tips in hundreds…or reports to management.
Now she’s on the table. Undressed. Waiting.