July 5, 2004
"Oh my god, I can't believe I'm sucking the dick of one of the most powerful, influential, well-known men in the city," Julia thought as she swiped another lipful of stringy drool from her chin and wiped it on the authentic Persian carpet that comforted her bare knees now but which later would prove that quality, price, and authenticity didn't eliminate the existence of rug burns. "It seems like just yesterday I was still blowing maintenance men on cold tile floors just for changing lightbulbs and fixing fuses. And today ... this! I certainly am moving on up in the world!"