She sat down in the barstool next to me and proceeded to pull up an app on her phone.
Her perfume was strong, but pleasant. A floral scent, with some other aroma underlying - possibly vanilla.
She looked over at me and smiled. Her face was made up to the degree that I wondered to myself what she really looked like under the mask.
Without hesitation she stated, "Buy a girl a drink?"
Catching Willy's eye I gestured him to come over. "Hey Willy, put a drink for the beautiful lady here on my tab." She looked up at Willy and requested a Cosmo, no garnish. Then she tapped a few times on her screen, closed the app and placed her phone on the bar in front of her.
Turning on her barstool, she looked at me in a fairly welcoming manner and said, "I'm a sex-worker, so if you're looking for company tonight we can cut right to the chase."
Smiling the stupid smile I reserve for moments when I know I'm going to say something stupid, I replied as dead serious as I could, "You're a sex-worker? That's a wild coincidence. So am I."
Recoiling just slightly, she gave me a quick once over from head to toe. "You're a sex-worker? That's a new one. How long have you been a sex-worker?"
"Pretty much my entire adult life and even the last couple of my teen years. Seriously, every single time I wanted sex, I pretty much had to work for it."
She did not appreciate the joke.
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