After humiliating that useless man, I quickly left the room and made my way out of that place, ignoring the calls from other women who had apparently witnessed the whole scene and seemed eager to have a chance with me as well.
However, just as I was about to leave, the first prostitute I had fucked managed to cling to me.
She quickly handed me a card, saying it had her number on it. She simply told me I could call her if I ever needed anything and added that I would make an excellent prostitute myself, an offer I immediately refused.
I had no interest in fucking women who did it for money.
Still, thinking that the contact might be useful someday, I slipped the card into my pocket.
Then, I swiftly made my way through the party until I found Charlotte, her eyes filled with desire, though she was so drunk she could barely stand.
