I untangle myself from another woman's arms and move as silently as possible to the door to get out of this horrid place. I make my way out into the capitol street which is surprisingly quite for this time of night. Thankfully it is not that far of walk from my clients house to my place and I am thankful for that. As I enter the lobby of the complex I make my way straight to the elevators to head up to my floor.
I don't even pause when I enter my apartment I go straight to my room and into the bathroom to assess the damage done to y body over the course of the evening. Once in the bathroom I strip to my boxers and see that I am not beat up nearly as bad as I thought I was. My client this evening was definitely not one of my violent clients, but she does sometimes get a little forceful. I finish striping and take a scalding hot shower to remove the make-up and try to remove the memory of her hands touching me. By the time I exit the shower I look like a lobster from a combination of how hot the water was and how hard I was scrubbing. I don't even bother to put clothes on as I exit the bathroom and crawl into bed, and attempt to get some sleep before I begin the cycle again tomorrow.