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was Rowan, come up from Florida for him.
    The men in Washington were insane. It was a company town, and power was the product. They had a whole other concept of what prostitution was. There were some threesomes, which was fine. But they wouldn’t leave after their appointed time. And everybody in D.C. was expecting bare backing. No condoms. Who on earth would take that chance? They were abusive, mean, and relentless. The first time I went to Washington, I was supposed to stay for five days; I left after two. We did not do any further market research in D.C. after that. Kristin sent me back to another state’s capital, and that’s where I had sex with my first governor.

NINE
two governors
    I traveled to a certain city and checked into an apartment that Kristin maintained there. I was supposed to meet a man named Trevor. He wouldn’t be hard to miss: He drove an Aston Martin—James Bond’s vehicle of choice—and when the silver, aerodynamic work of art whirred up to the curb, I stepped right in.
    Trevor was handsome. No: he was drop-dead gorgeous, and he seemed pleasant enough in the short time it took for him to drive me a couple of blocks to a restaurant. We could have walked, but I never question clients! It was a lovely space, with French doors opening onto a small park. It was early spring, andcrocuses had popped up around each tree. I chuckled to myself at the phallic imagery.
    Trevor and I were having a cocktail at the bar, when he turned to me and nodded.
    â€œThat’s our governor over there having lunch with some of my friends,” he said. “Would you like to meet him?”
    â€œThat depends on if he’s a liberal or not,” I joked. “I’m a Republican, you know.”
    He chuckled, took me by the hand, led me over to the governor’s table, and introduced me as Ashley.
    â€œGovernor, I don’t know if you should be seen with these reprobates,” Trevor ventured, causing his pals to laugh. “I’d like you to meet Ashley . . . Smith. Watch it: she’s a fiscal conservative.”
    â€œWell, she’s a hell of a lot prettier than Jan Brewer,” he guffawed. “Nice to meet you, Ashley.”
    He should have said “Ashleys.” I could have sworn the governor said that right to my breasts.
    Other than that, he was really gracious. It was casual. I shook his hand, and Trevor and I returned to the bar. I didn’t think much of it. But I thought it was weird that Trevor would take someone whom he’d hired to meet the governor. Trevor said the governor was a client of his. It could have been true.
    We stayed at the bar, talking for two hours about politics, why I was in this business, and what I was really going to do with my life. He really wanted to know, and he had a way of making you want to tell him. I told him nothing about Isabella, but at this point I had gone back to school, and that was an easy topic to bring up and discuss with any client. We finished our drinks and then drove back to the apartment. Trevor came up and we had sex. For such a great-looking guy, I guess any girl would behopeful that he would have been absolutely amazing. And he was, but it wasn’t that blow-me-out-of-the-water sex that he should have reciprocated. It was fine, though. In this business, you get used to that.
    I was still in town a couple of days later when Kristin’s booker called. She told me that Trevor wanted another “date.” Frankly, that perplexed me. Trevor was a very young guy, handsome enough to be an actor. He was single, impeccably dressed, manicured in every way. He was extremely confident, and he appeared to have money. This was a man who would have no problem getting girls. Based on how things went last time, it must have been a lot better for him than it was for me. Check for my ego.
    Trevor said he wanted to come directly to the apartment this time. When he arrived, he rang the doorbell and I