“I see the young lady is now shopping at Addams.”
Caroline looked at me, inspecting me from top to bottom. Yes, she was right. I bought my new outfits at one of Second Life’s most expensive fashion boutiques.
I should have known that she would eventually question me about it.
“I know the money doesn’t come from tips and beer sales. I can see that in the stats. Did you win the lottery?” She continued.
“No, not at all,” I replied, blushing a little. I just wanted to look a bit better. All those girls at the University look lovely, and I only had my freebies from Scandalize. They are nice clothes, but not the same as this.”
She probably noticed that I was answering fast and nervously. No wonder I had a secret I was hesitant to reveal to her. What would she think of me if I showed it?
My admiration for Caroline was too high for her to think any different from me than the innocent, decent fangirl.
She insisted:
“If it wasn’t the lottery, what was it?”. I noticed a naughty smile on her face, almost as if she knew every step I took.
I tried to answer as casually and nonchalantly as possible: “It’s from money left Uwe lend me to get decent body and skin and such. So I thought I would invest that in some decent cloth.”
“Ok, it’s none of my business anyway.” She continued changing the subject,” This month, you work the bar at Candy’s. Please try to set up one or two more events this month. Whilst you are there, try to get those interviews for the new blog section going. You need to move a bit.”
I am supposed to get many interviews with street whores. Those will be published in a new blog section to promote the girls and the region.
Yes, I am way behind for a reason that remains secret now and maybe forever.
Caroline left the office. At the door, she turned around, smiled, and said with cheek in tongue:
“If a hotel guest tips you well for giving him “exceptional service,” it’s ok. That is actually what Candy’s is all about. Even though you are not officially a Candygirl but an intern, it is fine to go “an extra mile.”
She continued:
“Let’s face it, you already crossed that line twice at the events, didn’t you?”
She was right about that.
“But both times, it wasn’t planned or intended,” I replied nervously, “that is different than being officially a sex worker. It happened by accident due to the situation. You certainly remember that Kim let me down.”
She left the office smiling, and I know what she thought: she thought I did get tips at Candy’s for having sex with hotel guests.
She was wrong. My secret is much darker than that.
I have to make sure now I get those damn events up and running.
