I love it.. that feeling, that thrill right there, is why I love my job. As exciting it is for you to be the man who gets that beautiful, head-turning sexiest-woman-in-the-world, can you imagine how hot it is to BE that woman, even if just for a night?
Don't get me wrong, I don't go around everyday thinking I'm a troll.. But there's something about stepping out of my car with a short short skirt and no panties, demurely crossing my legs so as not to flash anyone, but to give the impression that there's plenty good to see; clacking across the lobby in my highest heels, which always give my hips an extra swivel and give my runner's calves and muscle-y thighs a lovely feminine lift; smiling sweetly at gentlemen and their sometimes disgruntled wives knowing they're both watching your hot ass as you make your way through the crowd, leaving a light trail of sweet perfume in your wake.. All of this with a purse full of condoms, lube, dildos, blindfolds, your second cell phone, and sometimes a wad of cash..
It's so elicit, so goddamn sensual. I'm usually wet with anticipation by the time I walk out the door after primping and beautifying for an hour. And at my day job.. (I'm a PhD student in a molecular biology lab), I think about what I did last night or what I'm doing later. That rich dichotomy, it gets me every time.
Can you tell I don't have a booking tonight? 
All's well though, everyone needs a night off. But analyzing data isn't nearly as exciting sometimes..
Sorry I ran away with your post, Case. Enjoy your evening. I'm sure she will too. 
