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could. She couldn’t wait to get home and go to bed. Two mid-grades in one night had left her feeling satiated and pleasantly tired.
    “I’d love to take you to the ballet,” the man told her. “Perhaps I could get tickets for next Friday? Are you free then?”
    Sylvia shook her head as she put on her bustier. “I’m afraid not.”
    “The next weekend, then? The Museum of Fine Arts has a gala coming up that weekend. I could take you shopping for something to wear to it, buy you anything you like. We could hit Newbury Street,” he offered.
    Sylvia pushed herself to move faster to get herself back together. She knew this game well too. It was the older-prey-trying-to-be-a-sugar-daddy routine. He figured if he flashed enough money she’d stick around. She’d played that game before and it always left her wanting. Sugar Daddies were great for the wallet but not much else. They were in some ways worse than the escort clients as they didn’t just want sex, they wanted a piece of arm candy to tote all around town. No thanks. She had gone that route before and from it had come her ‘one feeding only’ rule. Too messy for her tastes, easier to do one night stands to feed. No strings attached that way, and no time for the prey to become emotionally attached to her.
    “I’m sorry, I have to go.” The man’s crestfallen face softened her up just a little bit. He had been a gentleman and she didn’t want to hurt him, only feed from him. “It was great, it really was, but I have a boyfriend,” she lied. “I really shouldn’t have done this, and I can’t see you again, but thanks for everything.” She left without another word, leaving the bewildered but flattered older gentleman alone in bed with nothing but the memories of the hot blonde half his age he had just slept with.

 
    Chapter 3
     
    The next morning Sylvia awoke to the ring of her cell phone. It was the office.
    “What?” she mumbled as she rolled over to check what time it was. Eleven in the morning. It felt too early to get up, and it was definitely too early to go to a job. Clients almost never called for her services this early in the day. If they called to book a future appointment with her, Lilith would usually alert her the night before the date was scheduled to happen.
    “Good morning to you too, Miss Sushine,” Lilith admonished, “I just called to let you know I heard back from Elora and she came in this morning to sign on with Enchanted Escorts. She’s a real doll, I’m sure she’ll get lots of calls for her services.” Sylvia heard the unspoken part of that sentence ‘… and she’ll make loads and loads of money for me and my business.’ She knew Lilith was really only ever interested in her own bottom line.
    “That’s great,” Sylvia rolled her eyes. Why Lilith had chosen to call so early with this news was anybody’s guess.
    “I’ve given her a territory and some cash to get started. She’s apartment shopping today.”
    “Um -hmm.”
    “I thought you’d be excited by this news, Sylvia.” Lilith was taken aback by her nonchalance over the Elora issue. “With her settled down and part of the service you don’t have to worry about her stealing your clients anymore.”
    Sylvia sat up as rage snapped her awake. “She didn’t ‘steal’ my cl ient, Lilith, she just got there first and didn’t know how this all works. I’m sure she didn’t realize she was hunting in someone else’s territory and shutting down a business deal on top of it.” As the words left her mouth she wondered why she was defending Elora. She didn’t even like her. Perhaps it was herself she was defending instead.
    “Yes, I’m sure that was all. She didn’t really take your client, it was simply a mistake.” Sylvia knew from Lilith’s tone she was not really trying to soothe her but looking to rub the insult in her face instead.
    “Is that all? When can I pick up my money from last night?” Sylvia demanded. She was done talking to