Kristine Pov.
It was a breezy afternoon in the city of New York.
Every human on the street was going about their damn business and so was I.
The taxi driver wouldn't concentrate on the road, I wore a really provocative gown, my breast in the open, and my n****e slightly covered.
Of course, I'm damn proud of my profession.
I'm a f*****g w***e.
I'm not for the nine-to-five kind of men, I'm for the young tycoons, the old money kind of names, who f****d me real good and pressed huge figures as appreciation after taking them back and forth the cloud and today wasn't any different, I was on a mission to get the bag so pardon me if I'm this provocative on a Monday morning.
I didn't want to come with my car, I needed to milk this one out so much, I already did my personal research.
I came
