Backstage with Valerie

The photos hit me like perfume across the room. Valerie smiled at the camera like she knew something I wanted. She looked barely out of school, teeth straight, eyes bright, all soft curves and willingness. Easy pickings. I leaned back, fingers lazy on the mouse. This one would play dress-up for me. She’d pull on whatever costume I handed her and ask how to stand. "Come look," I sent, because once she saw what I liked, she’d want in.