My Best Friend is a Prostitute
“Guys..I have something to tell you,” she said. “I don’t actually work for Qantas.”
We didn’t say much, so she continued.
“I’m sure you saw that picture of me in the mirror. I took it while I was at work.”
Puzzled, Jess and I exchanged a glance. We had no idea what photo she was talking about.
“And the fishnets in my suitcase…those are for Europe.”
After Nikki launched into a speech about what she really does for a living, suddenly all the odd details of her life began to make sense.
How she had so much money at such a young age. Why she developed an expensive taste.