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She swished the blue liquid around in her mouth humming a tune in her head as she spitted into the porcelain bowl. She leaned down and splashed warm water on her face, and then tried to pat sex-messed blonde locks back into some kind of shape.

Following the private party she attended last night – in which she had participated as a London escort for entertainment – she was exhausted. She couldn’t wait to get back to her room, take a long hot shower, and curl up with Rachel, Ross, Monica, Chandler, Phoebe and Joey.

Sighing, she studied her reflection in the mirror. She had a couple of hickies on her neck, and a few scratches here and there. Nothing she couldn’t cover with some makeup for tonight’s encore. They loved her at the intimate gatherings where she wasn’t just one of London’s escorts but also danced burlesque with the other girls. It was a lucrative addendum to their business.

She buttoned up her Levis the rest of the way fumbling with the intricate silver belt buckle.

The bathroom door opened and a strong floral scent accompanied by a cloud of smoky menthol filled the tiny room. Reaching for her t-shirt hanging on the guard rail, she turned toward the flamboyantly dressed brunette with the cigarette dangling from a manicured hand.

Her eyes drifted approvingly over Asha’s well-defined torso as she took a long drag from her cigarette.

“So. You have to get home and rest up. Busy night tonight.”

Asha pulled on her shirt, and then cocked her head.

“Why?” She asked suppressing a yawn.

Clotilda huffed and shook her head. Smiling smugly, she sauntered up to Asha.

“No show for you tonight. You’ve got a command performance elsewhere.” She said patting her cheek.

“Command performance?” Asha asked.

Clotilda took another hit off the cigarette.

“Your presence has been requested for an all-night engagement. Apparently, you caught the attention of some major moneybags. He was very reticent about what he wanted. Sent one of his minions to make arrangements. Didn’t even haggle about the price for your specialist escort sercvices.” She said wiggling her eyebrows.

Asha frowned a little, “And what exactly are these arrangements?” she asked.

Clotilda sighed deeply avoiding her eyes, “Guy has a furry kink. You dress as a giant bunny, go out for some drinks, fuck, literally, like bunnies and he pays you boatloads of money.”

Asha visibly relaxed, “Oh. Is that all?” she said.


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