1988dylan

"Are you out front/"
"Yes."
"OK. I'll be out in a few minutes."
She came out twenty five minutes late in all. I expected as much. She was very drunk, but still under control. There was more than one guy in the house. She was excited and talking fast.
"Those were really cool guys. I didn't have to do anything! All I had to do was dance around for one guy and the other guy just kept wanting me to kiss him. They were really great. They are rich, too. He owns a car lot. They've got a lot of money. I got three hundred and forty bucks! Here. Here's your fifty. Let me see. Let me count it again. Yup, three hundred forty dollars. See. I told you. You could make some good extra money. I want a drink. Let's go for a drink somewhere."

I didn't want to take her to Cha Cha's. The place was full of men. I didn't want her to become distracted. I was interested in her for myself. I took her to a quiet place where we were the only customers. The barman made her a Vodka and I ordered a beer. Her cell phone rang right away. It was the dispatcher with another call. The information got all screwed up. I tried to help her get it straight. She kept insisting on going to the wrong hotel. She was belligerent. She told me I was probably a cop or a narc. I denied it and tried to convince her that I wasn't. She wasn't too bad until she slammed down the martini. She'd been sipping it so delicately. I was thinking she was going to leave it unfinished on the bar as we were leaving and then she gulped it down - WHAM!

She was in a blackout. She called the customer from inside my van - slurring horribly. The customer ridiculed her, but she couldn't figure out that he was mocking her. She didn't sound sexy anymore. Her sultry voice that was the voice of a petite thirty year old had become the voice of a sad, drunken old hag.
She said,"Fuji You." And hung up. "What an Ashley", she said. "He wanted me to bring him some heroin."


1988dylan

The phone rang at the tiny duplex apartment. It was the escort service company calling with a job. The customer was ten minutes away. My new escort friend and I exchanged cell phone numbers and discussed the details. As I drove us to the guy's clean, white suburban house, I thought I should stay as alert and careful as possible in case I was being set up. It was one of many thoughts running through my mind.
"You'll pick me up in one hour. Normally, I would have you come back in forty five minutes, but this guy seems alright. He's laid back - he's a surfer. You pull in the driveway and let me out. Wait for me to get inside and then leave. Make sure you are back on time."

The porch light was on. She walked briskly and confidently and rang the bell and the man let her inside. He turned off the light.

I went to Cha Cha's. I had a coke and two glasses of water. The bar was very smoky. I didn't want to get drunk. I was still unsure about the whole situation. I had a lot of money in my wallet from the busy Saturday at my salon. I left to gas up and buy some condoms. I drove back to the house - pulling alongside the house across the street from where I had dropped her off. I was five minutes early and I waited there in the van. I checked the time. Five minutes, then ten, then fifteen minutes passed. I thought about phoning her and then my phone rang. 1988dylan

We were looking at each other across the bar. She took a sip of her martini and listened halfheartedly to the fat man sitting next to her. The man got up and left, quietly. I thought he had gone to the bathroom. She ate her crab legs enthusiastically. I asked her how she liked them. She said that they were good and asked me if I would like some.
"No, thanks. I just had some oysters. But thanks."
"You got a car?", she whispered.
"What?"
"You got a car?"
"Yeah, let me come over there."
I sat on the stool formerly occupied by the fat man. She explained that he was her driver, Steve. She was tired of him coming on to her. It was unprofessional. She'd fired him for the umpteenth time. He was a pathetic man who was hanging on - waiting out his opportunity to love her - to have her for himself. He was fat and bald. He reminded me of my old accountant. We talked about the beauty salon business. Her father owns a salon - so do I. Her brother works in Miami for the scissor man I have used for more than ten years.
"Will you take me home?"
" Sure, that would be fine."
" I only want you to take me home - that's it. Nothing more - Ok?"
" Sure, no problem. I'd be happy to give you a ride home. What do you do, anyway? Are you working?"
"Well, I was a social worker in New Jersey - a psychologist, but I got burned out. So I'm kind of taking a break right now, like a working vacation. I've been here four months. I love it - Its so peaceful and relaxing here. I've got a great apartment - really cheap- and it s right on the water."
"So, what are you doing now?"
"You ask a lot of questions. It kind of makes me nervous."
She took a hard swallow of her vodka.
"I'm an escort. Listen, how would you like to be my driver tonight? I'll pay you fifty bucks. Thats what I pay Steve, but he's an asshole and I'm fed up wth him. Why don't you do it and you can make some money? What do you think? Will you do it?"
"Well, yeah, I'll do it. I mean, I'll do it for tonight, that'd be alright. It's something different that's for sure. What the heck."
" Why don't you do it for me full time? I mean, I gotta get rid of Steve and I need someone reliable and you could make a lot of money. Its really easy work."
" Well. why don't I try it tonight and see how it goes? Then I can let you know."
"You need to let me know as soon as you can because I've got other guys who want to do it. I'd like to have you do it because you seem to have your shit together. I really need someone I can depend on. My neighbor wants to do it, but he smokes dope all day and he's unreliable. You would be really good. You need to make up your mind. You know?"
" I understand. I'll let you know after tonight. Let me try it tonight and we'll see how it goes. I don't have to work tomorrow so this will work out. Let's see how it works out."