I woke up to the chime of a text message: “I picked number 2 a week ago. What are you playing at, stop being a prick?” I laughed. She was desperate now. I couldn’t tell if she was desperate to pay me back quickly or just desperate for cock. Either way, I had her hook, line, and sinker. I texted back after an hour or two: “Ha, don’t worry, slut. You’ll be paying me back soon enough. See you at work tonight!” The hotel was...