Waiting For The Pray

I know he will come soon, he can't afford to miss his 'going-to-be' amazing night. I know men like him and what they are capable of and most importantly where they lack most. This whole place is swimming in the pool of money, that's why my agency send me here because I can always find him here.

People in this place are like everywhere, all the men's are in business suits and all the girls are wearing clothes from the kids' section with a lot of makeup applied to them. Well, I was one of them too, though dressing like this is one of the things I hate about my job this is the cruel reality that men like him will always want women like us.

He must be coming late today, well it's more fun for me, then. I checked myself in the camera of my phone, a sweet neckline that was hung really very low, almost showing half of my cleavage and it was hugging my body very tightly, how can anyone wear these dress, it's very hard to breathe in here, then I checked my makeup. Everything was screaming perfection.

I saw the time it was already 11, he is seriously very late, and sitting here all alone is the most boring thing in the world, well it was not like no one was there to talk to me, actually, I was receiving a lot of attention from men's who have business here, but I am doing my job and it has strict rules that 'when you are doing your job you are not allowed to talk to anyone, unless it's related to your business'.

To hide my irritation I thought I should drink a glass of vodka to settle my thoughts, after drinking two or three shots, I kind of started feeling light-headed. So, I stopped drinking and started to wait again. I checked the time and it was 12, it's quite late I do t think so, he will be coming tonight then I decided to text my agency about the total failure night, but then I saw him walking inside. I deleted the message and begin to lay webs of my plan.