(The Angel in my "Ode to an Angel" story is the inspiration for the character here. This is a fabrication, but something I'd love to have happen. )
Angel and I were spending our lunch hour together. It was at that time that I told her about the article I wrote about her. Her beautiful eyes were looking at me and melting me as she smiled at me.
"Did people read it?" she asked.
"They did," I responded.
She gave a hearty laugh before she asked the next question.
"So, these folks read a story about me even though we never fucked or did more than you getting a lap dance from me?" she asked.
I looked at her and smiled back.
"Yes. It was about you as a person, not as a sex machine. I wanted folks to realize that the pretty girls they see on the different social media sites were worthy of respect."
She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
'You always take care of me, Daddy," she whispered before watching me blush.
She knew every time she said that she would get the same reaction from me. It was one of the ways she would pick on me. We continued to enjoy our time together before I started again.
"Are you working today?"
She looked at me and smiled.
"I start at eleven. No reservations for four hours though. Wanna come through?"
I looked at my phone in my bank account and saw I had some spare cash.
"How long and what time?"
She smiled again and whispered the price. I sent the amount on the cash app and smiled back at her. She looked at me with questioning in her eyes.