"Its because you hired me," said Karyn. "Just like all the other guys that sleep with me."
"I hired you?" asked Jon. "You mean, like a prostitute?"
"Yes," said Karyn, "exactly like a prostitute. People come over, set money on the dresser, and fuck my brains out for an evening or a night. I keep telling you that you, of all people, don't have to pay, but you keep doing it anyways. You're my best friend, Jon. I'll gladly fuck you for free."
"But, why?" asked Jon. He still couldn't believe that his best friend was a prostitute.
"Come on, Jon," said Karyn. "I love sex, I'd be sleeping with a lot of those people anyways, and if I can make some money off of it, so much the better. Now come on, Jon, you paid for the entire weekend, so lets get down to business, shall we?" Karyn slid up to Jon, her breasts brushing up against his chest, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately.
