Something to Offer

Coffee after a blowbang. Sasha was unkempt. Washed her hair slightly in the bathroom sink. A woman passed out on the floor, puked her guts out into the toilet bowl. She cringed at the smell. Partying had consequences. She was lucky that she recovered easily.

She left the apartment full of snoring whores, and made it to a café nearby. She ordered a black coffee with one sugar. A buttered croissant with bacon in it. She had made it her purpose to be as haram as possible. Bacon, Booze, and Banging.

She ate and sipped. Trying to look inconspicuous.

“Rough night?” A voice came from behind her.

It was Ralph. His big eyes. She smiled weakly. She didn’t want anyone to see her looking so unkempt. Not like her 10/10 luxury babe look. But Ralph was okay…

“Yeah I went to a rave…” she said.

“Haven’t been to one of those… er… raves… Any good?” He said.

Ralph was in his 30s. He was hopeful to sit down and join her with his coffee. Feeling lonely. And excited to see someone he knew.

“Yeah… Good… You wanna sit down?” She asked. She wanted to be left alone, but he was eager, and she could tell. Internal sigh.

“Yes please…” he sat down at the table.

They talked about Ralph looking for a new job. He was tired of working for elites. He was a paralegal at a pretty prestigious law firm. He wasn’t supposed to talk about it, but they were representing a client responsible for putting metal shards in kids cereal. Damn crazy… But the money was good. And he could pay for top of line escorts like Sasha.

“Do you know how to make friends?” He said.

“What do you mean?” She said.

“Like… having people that care about you… Friends,” he said.

“Well, friends… I usually have sex with them… They like me a lot after that,” she joked.

That wouldn’t work for him. Sex had power. She had that power. But did that equate to them caring about her?

“I don’t think that would work for me,” he laughed, “I guess I don’t really have anything to offer…”

“We all have something to offer…” Sasha said.

“My money,” he smiled.

“Yes… Your money… it has power… I wasn’t going to tell you this… But you have some of the nicest manly hands I have ever felt,” she smiled.

He blushed, “Thanks.”

“I know a great girl who will enjoy you touching her… I certainly did.”

He appreciated that. Smiling politely. Shy. Sasha bestowing therapy once again.

She finished her coffee and croissant. Bid him farewell.

The sun peaked out from clouds onto her face. Doing God's work.