Star-Struck

"Get the lady whatever she wants," the man said. I felt myself smile as I realized that I had finally reached the stage where he could no longer keep away. He slid into the spot where the lady had previously been seated. "Could I interest you in joining me?" he asked, as politely as possible.

I nodded, pretending to be shy. I kept a little distance from him, trying to play with his mind. I didn't want him to think that I was as easy as the others, but I didn't want to look unavailable either. Even though the act would not last longer than a few hours, I was excited to have to use my skills to gauge the proportion of emotions that I was supposed to display. The thrill made me flush with pleasure.

I knew that I was being watched, but it was not the women who were glaring at me. It was more than just spite; there was something intensely curious about the stare I was receiving. I had no doubt about who it was.