Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“You’ve been a hard woman to get a hold of these days,” she burbles. “You’re not ghosting me, are you?”
I laugh. “I’d never.”
Clarissa is nice enough, but she’s also my manager at my escort agency. Yes, for the last year or so, I’ve been moonlighting as an escort during the few nights I have off and it’s an odd second job, I know. I obviously don’t need the money because my salary keeps me housed, fed, and dressed, and I have more than enough to manage my bills. But something’s lacking. Or rather, sometimes I feel like poison is seeping into my veins whenever I practice law, which is why I turned to City Girls a year ago. Escorting provides a thrill, and I love it.
Plus, the agency’s not bad. They screen the clients so that we only see an elite group of men, and of course, discretion is paramount for all parties. That’s important for the girls, as well as the clients, because I’d obviously lose my day job if the law firm found out.
But why is Clarissa calling right now? She smiles, her crimson lips parting and raises her eyebrows.
“You’re in the bathtub,” she points out, chuckling a little. “I didn’t realize, Mara. Sorry to interrupt.”
“It’s alright,” I sigh, making sure the bubbles are covering up everything important. Not that it matters because Clarissa has seen more of me than this while fitting me for various date-night outfits. It can get scandalous, I tell you.
She chuckles again.
“Good, good. Listen, sweetie, I called you for a reason. I’ve got a special job on Friday and I immediately thought of you.”
I sigh. I knew this was bound to happen, but I was secretly hoping that maybe Clarissa just wanted to talk about life or something. Kind of? Maybe? Then again, we’re not exactly friends, so I suppose it was wishful thinking on my part. I shake my head.
“I’m sorry, but I’m exhausted from my regular job. I don’t think I’m up for going out on a date right now.”
Clarissa’s perfectly pert nose wrinkles a bit.
“It’s been almost six months since you last worked for us, Mara. You know that’s a long time in this industry.”
I sigh again and lean my head back against the porcelain.
“Yes, but you know that this is my second job. I’m an attorney by day, and anything I do for City Girls has to be in the after hours, when I have free time. I thought I mentioned this when we first started.”
The middle aged woman nods, pursing her lips.
“That’s true, but still. Six months without one date is a long time, Mara. Even for someone who’s only with us intermittently.” I frown. What am I supposed to do? Quit being a lawyer? Then what?
“I’m sorry,” I say, trying to sound repentant. “Maybe next week, when my case load lightens? I swear I’ll have more time then.”
But the middle-aged woman frowns and shakes her head, her lips pursing in a red line. “I’m sorry too Mara, but we’re getting to a breaking point here. You know that the agency can’t keep girls on the roster who are never available because it’s just not fair. We need to make room for girls who actually want to work, and who don’t just take up space.”
Now it’s my turn to frown.
“You know I want to keep doing this.”
Clarissa nods.
“I know, and I’m trying to help but I have to be honest with you, Mara. You’re going to be let go if you don’t say yes one of these days. Soon, to be exact.”
I frown because to be honest, going out on my faux-dates is one of the only things I have to look forward in life. I have no romantic liaisons of my own to speak of, and even my on-line dating profiles have been on hold due to lack of time.
“Okay,” I sigh, leaning back in the tub again. “I’ll do it then. Who is it? Tell me more about this guy.”
Clarissa brightens immediately.
“Oh good,” she coos. “I knew you’d come around. Besides, you’re perfect for this date because it’s not one man, it’s two.”
I sit up, the water in the tub sloshing. Of course, there have been men who enjoy menage, but they usually request two women for a night out, and not the other way around.
“Wait, what?” I sputter. “What do you mean?”
Clarissa shrugs.
“You’ll have a great time. You’ve always been my go-to girl for the unexpected, Mara, so this is just more of the same.”
I let out a cynical laugh because it’s true. My life at the law firm is so boring that I don’t mind handling the guys that other girls might be hesitant about: the ones who are huge size, or who have specific kinks.
“You know me too well,” I say in a dry tone.