Jane braced herself for Darcy's onslaught of anger, which she fully expected. Imagine her surprise and shock when that wasn't what happened.
"Jane," Darcy began. "I think that was some of the best fucking I've ever experienced. I'll probably be sore for a while, but it was worth it."
"Wha ... what?" Jane asked, not quite believing what she was telling her.
"A hundred dollars an hour seemed a bit steep at first, but after what we did last night, I totally think it was worth it. Don't you, honey?" she asked her husband.
"Definitely," he answered, smiling. "Jane's one of the best hookers in town and last night just proved it."
Jane stared at both of them. What the hell was going on here? She wasn't a hooker! She worked as a secretary at a law firm!
"Anyway, thanks for the fuck," Darcy said. "I know who to call the next time we want to do a three-way." She winked at Jane and smiled.
This was a nightmare, right? Jane was just asleep and this was a dream. A very very bad dream. She pinched herself. Okay, she felt that. Maybe she was awake after all. But what was happening? It was like she was in the Twilight Zone or something. Nothing made sense.
Suddenly, she heard the door close and she looked up. She was so busy thinking about her weird situation that she didn't even notice that Gary and Darcy had left the room. They were the only people who could tell her what was happening.
She looked down at the stiletto heels and momentarily thought about wearing them, but then thought better of it. She'd rather not walk around barefoot, but they'd just slow her down. She picked them up and stuffed them in her purse, then slung her purse over her shoulder and vacated the room.
