At forty, Ada's designer outfit did little to conceal her bulky frame, and her forehead was lined with deep wrinkles. I looked down, feeling uneasy. "Ms. Smith, I really don't think that's a good idea. We agreed to just have dinner and talk, with only casual touches."
She chuckled lightly, her body shaking slightly. Pulling a card from her purse, she tossed it at me. It hit my chest and dropped to the ground with a soft thud.
"There's twenty thousand on this card, plus the thirty thousand I gave your girlfriend before. That makes fifty grand in total," Ada said, flipping her hair back and tilting her chin defiantly. "So, what do you say?"
I stared at the card on the floor, frozen for a few moments, before finally walking over to Ada. I couldn't remember how the kiss began or ended; all I knew was that the stares from those around us felt like daggers, slicing through my pride and self-respect.
"You're so young and handsome. You're way better than the male models at the bar. If I ever need someone again, I'll definitely come back for you," Ada winked, a sly smile on her lips as she turned to leave.