I tossed my hat on a peg and grinned at her. She had given me one long, searching glance, summed me up, and her smile back was full of things to come.
“You like it, huh?” she said.
That’s another thing I love. When a dame says ‘huh’.
At the head of the bed, and on each side, were two doors. She said, “I won’t be a minute,” and before I could stop her she went through one of the doors.
I sat on the bed and lit a cigarette. Somewhere in this joint was my five grand, unless she’d pushed it into a safe deposit. If she’d done that I was sunk, but, knowing how these floozies like to keep their dough right by their hand, I reckoned that I wasn’t going to be disappointed.
She came in again wearing a come-hither smile.
I wish I’d started my tricks before she got going, but it was too late now.
She came over and sat on the bed. “May I have my present, darlin’?” she said.
This is where it was going to be tricky. I shook my head. “You got it all wrong, baby,” I said. “I’m charging you for this outing.”
I said she hadn’t the usual hard, gimme face of the streetwalker. Well, I was wrong. I was crazy to have thought otherwise. Away went the bright smile and the flashing eye, just like they were blotted out with a sponge. Her face suddenly became set. “What you mean?” she said, her voice suddenly taking on a harsh note. This dame was looking tough.