[ WP ] The call-girl you ordered shows up . As you open the door , you recognize her immediately . After all , she sat in the desk next to yours all throughout highschool .

The cold words shocked Nikki, rooting her to the floor. She had n't even fully entered the cramped, tiny apartment yet when her client spoke to her, calling her by name. By her *actual* name. Here, she was supposed to be Stacy. Stacy Lovelace. But the unfamiliar short man, who would have looked like a boy if it were n't for the ridiculous tattoos covering each of his arms and extending to just below his jawbone, had said `` Nikki''. 
 
 She stammered out an apology, still confused, wondering if maybe she got the wrong apartment, but no, because he clearly knew *what* she was here for, maybe... maybe... what? It did n't make sense to her. She turned and started to leave when she heard a braying laughter that sounded like a donkey's cry from the man inside the apartment. 
 
 `` Well, do n't go before you service me, slut!'' He called after her. His voice sounded like he was intentionally trying to deepen his voice. 
 
 Nikki turned, and asked, `` I'm sorry, do I know you?'' 
 
 She carefully studied the pre-maturely balding figure before her. His body-frame reminded her of an upside-down triangle. He clearly worked out, but he also clearly adhered to the stereotype-trope of `` skipped leg day''. His upper body and arms were well-built, she could n't deny, but clearly visible below his basketball shorts were skinny legs that could n't have been any wider than her wrist, even at their thickest, meatiest parts. 
 
 `` Typical woman for ya,'' He addressed no one in particular, smugly grinning and tracing her body up and down with lewd eyes. `` Used to cheat off me in school and now ca n't even give me the respect I deserve when she has no use for me.'' 
 
 Then it clicked. At least, it half-clicked for Nikki. The only boy she had ever `` cheated'' off of in High School was Richard Tiney. He had been a nice boy that she had had a crush on, and as an excuse to talk to him, Nikki had pretended to be incredibly bad at Chemistry, the class they shared together. But Richard had been quiet and shy, and instead of giving her the tutor lessons like she had hinted and hinted and finally outright asked for, he simply gave her permission to cheat off his test papers. 
 
 This was a privilege she had never once used. 
 
 Standing before her was, somehow, the boy that had once been that nice, introverted cutie from her High School. 
 Richard continued, `` Well guess what, bitch, you do have a use for me. See, I've got money that you want and you've got pussy that I want.'' 
 
 Nikki was utterly baffled. `` Oh my god, Richard, what-'' 
 
 But before she could continue, Richard immediately interjected by shouting, `` Ohhh-ho ho! Looks like little miss sucks-a-dick *can* remember someone when there's money in it for her!'' and spun around in a circle with his arms raised above his head like a... ballerina? Nikki was n't sure what the gesture was supposed to mean or represent, only that he looked like a complete buffoon performing it. 
 
 Richard came to a halt and pulled a phone out of his pocket. `` Wait a minute, wait a minute, slut, I've just * got ta * tell my bro about this. He is ne-ver go-ing to be-lieeeve this!'' he said, punctuating each syllable and stretching out the `` e'' sound in the word `` believe''. 
 
 Disbelief was turning quickly to disgust for Nikki. 
 
 Using a speech-to-text function on his phone, Richard said, `` Hey bro, check it, remember we were talking about AWALT the other day? And you were saying there were just some girls in High School that just could n't possibly...'' 
 
 Richard continued dictating a giddy, moronic diatribe into his phone about the inferiority of women while Nikki's brain made a sudden connection. She had heard the term `` AWALT'' before. Looking at Richard, it suddenly became very clear what had happened to that nice young boy she had at one time fantasized about while using the detachable showerhead in the bathroom of the house she had grown up in. 
 
 She put on her work-face, and began taking long strides towards her client. Long and slow strides, over-stepping each foot to cross her legs seductively as she moved forward, popping her hips up and down with each step. 
 
 `` Richard, baby,'' she cooed. `` Put that phone down, honey...'' 
 
 Richard had abruptly stopped talking, thunderstruck at the change that had occurred while he had been too pre-occupied to notice. In his mind, he was still thinking dictating the message to send to Gary, his friend of ten years, and about whom Richard had and continued to fantasize about in his own shower, from both the house he had grown up in to the dingy apartment he occupied now. 
 
 Nikki was directly in front of him. `` So,'' she said in a long drawl, `` You're a big man now, Richard? You're a big, al-pha man?'' She said, annunciating each syllable in the same, annoying way he had just done to her. 
 
 She gave a wicked grin, and slapped the phone out of Richard's trembling hand. It fell to the floor with a clatter. `` Al-pha man. Al-pha man. Richard `` Dick'' Tiney. Tiny Dick Richard.'' Nikki leaned in close. She was taller than Richard, even without high heels on. `` Al-pha man.'' 
 
 Nikki slapped him. Not too softly. Richard gaped, unsure of what to do. Nikki slapped him again with her other hand. 
 `` Well, Alpha? You're going to let me slap you? You're going to let a *woman* slap you around?'' Nikki barked, truly angry. Angry that the boy she had crushed on had grown into such a vile man. *'' Man'' *, she corrected herself in her own head, putting air-quotes around the word. 
 
 She raised a hand to slap him again, when Richard suddenly shouted, `` No!'' and Nikki braced herself, fearing that she had gone too far. She tensed her body and involuntarily her eyelids flickered in anticipation of the impact of the punch she knew he was about to throw and knowing it would be worth it, it would be so fucking worth it, to punish him, punish her, punish them both, punish the son-of-a-bitch ex-egghead husband that found that stupid fucking subreddit and started forcing her to prostitute her body, her own body, just because it gave him sexual excitement knowing that other men were having his wife, while he worked out and spent hours admiring his own muscles in the mirror and pretending he was the captain of a fantasy pirate ship or some other kind of asinine shit when suddenly Richard was gone. 
 
 She scarcely realized it before he was out the door, but he had apparently shouted `` no'' and bolted out of his own apartment. 

