<em>"I'd like to believe it," she said.</em><br/><br/>Justin smiled inwardly. Perhaps he had found himself a new client. She seemed eager enough, but that might just be the drinks talking. He could see she was a flirtatious woman. Whether she was serious, remained to be seen. He watched her for the next few minutes from the corner of his eye, as she rummaged through her purse. Was she going to pay up and leave?<br/><br/><em>"Thank you for the wonderful evening"</em><br/><br/>Justin was intrigued. He moved to where she was sitting, and to pick up the money she had left for her drinks. He found her card, and an extra $200 nestled underneath the glass. He picked it up and pocketed it. So she meant business. And by the way she was flinging money, it seemed she had a lot of it. Though she had underestimated his rate for the night, she had made her intentions clear. He read the designation on the card. 'Investment Consultant' He smiled. Everybody was a consultant these days. Half the people that came into this bar were consultants. She certainly looked the type. A bit of wit, and a sharp mind, it seemed. Justin enjoyed these independent women.<br/><br/>He took out his mobile phone and entered the number listed on her card. He then typed in a message.<br/><br/><em>Justin here from the bar. The going rate is $1500 a night. My shift gets over in half an hour. Meet me outside, and get your car ready. We will go back to your place. If you don't have a place, I have mine. Nothing is off limits, but everything has a price. If you're still interested, wait for me outside the bar in half an hour.</em><br/><br/>It was very business like, and that's how he liked it. He offered a service, and he had reached a stage where he didn't need to be nice to get his clients. If she wanted him, which he thought she did, she would be there. Justin saw out the rest of his half hour shift, keeping the regulars at the bar happy, as well as his regular clients. Once his shift ended, he went to get his bag. He lit himself a cigarette as he put his bag over his shoulder, walking out of the bar onto the street. It was cold out. He decided he would wait her for ten minutes to see if she was interested. He took out his phone, sending a short text saying<em>'I'm here'</em>. He then leaned against the wall, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. It had been a long day.<br/><br/>