That night, when she finally made it home, Jessica's mind was racing.

She couldn't believe the day she'd had, trapped in a cheap brothel wearing her friend's clothes.

And she certainly couldn't believe that her oldest friend, a girl she knew from days past, had turned out to be a cheap hooker.

It somehow didn't seem right.

And yet, now, Jessica knew that it was.

She left her Uber, and stumbled up to the front door of her spacious home - it was a world away from Chloe's dingy flat, and she somehow felt a little ashamed about it.

She took off her shoes at the door, just as Chloe had done earlier, momentarily forgetting that she had a shoe rack in her hallway closet.

She was more than a little buzzed, a combination of the day's activities, the lingering smoke, the wine, and feeling of arousal that had been building since Chloe started telling her life story.

She made her way into the bedroom, meaning to undress and have a little shower, but she briefly paused. She tilted her head to one side, and breathed in.