The Price of a One Night Stand
Rose sat at the hotel bar sipping her Margarita. She had one aim only this evening and that was to pull a married guy. She was dressed for the part - red blouse, black skirt and red “fuck-me” shoes. She had done this routine twice before and didn’t expect to take more than an hour for this part of the routine. Her hair was not in its usual style and not its usual colour, her name wasn’t Rose either. ...