It was just another ordinary reading.
The spread was nothing fancy, no gimmicks and no earth-shattering revelations to impart to a gullible mark.
Isabella was sitting on top of her King-sized bed totally naked. She was not a nudist or even a naughty girl. Isabella just liked to do her readings over the phone with the skin of her body completely free of any restriction. Sometimes she would play with her pussy or fondle her nipples when she was talking to a client but she never mentioned any of that over the phone.
When she first arrived in Las Vegas almost a year ago, she had various choices of employment. Most of them related to exploitation of her natural beauty. Isabella was a tall girl with very long shapely legs. They were the legs of a dancer or a model. Her breasts were natural and large enough to cause stares even when they were modestly covered in public. Her ex-boyfriend Tony used to spank her a lot not because he wanted to hurt her but because as he told her,
"Bella, baby, your ass is so beautiful it needs to be paid attention to. But I got to warm it up before I give it to you back there."
It was not that he stuck it up her ass a lot but he did love to make her take it doggy style whenever possible. Isabella was OK with that because it kept her ass curves in good shape with all the exercise.
The beautiful young girl in her mid-twenties regretted the fact that she had to shit-can Tony before going out to Vegas. There was really no choice because a triple reading of the "special" deck told her in no uncertain terms they were "finished". It was a real shame because she had gotten accustomed to his huge cock sliding up between her legs at night.
Her only real job choices were: (1) Showgirl, a job that paid real good but meant she had to give it out free to the special friends of the boss whenever she was told to do so. (2) Escort girl, which was a job that Isabella would like to forget because it caused her nothing but grief on the East Coast. (3) Model, they called it being a model, but it really meant stripping down and doing mostly oral and anal in front of a video cam. She didn't mind the job requirements; it was just hard work with a lot of retakes and endless sessions of getting guy's cocks to stiffen up for the camera. (4) The last job was working at home answering the phone for a Psychic Hotline. It fit her flexible schedule and meant she could look after her black cat who went everywhere with her. Isabella already had her "spread charts" and 3 good decks of cards. Her original deck was the "Voodoo" deck given to her by her grandmother. Her Nana told her that her grandmother had passed it on to her, so it was pretty old.
She got to keep half of the money from the phone sessions and at $2.00 a minute it added up fast with a few calls of a longer duration. Of course, the first 3 minutes were free and there were a number of freaks who made it policy to talk for only 3 minutes and hang up abruptly. Isabella got real good at stopping that from happening because she could read the needs of her clients pretty good in less than 3 minutes and almost always was able to furnish a "hook" that kept them on the line for up to an hour.
Scotty, her black cat, jumped up on the bed and just sat there looking at her with interest as she talked to a client.
"I thought you told me you were married?"
"Oh, you WERE married. What happened to your husband?"
"Divorced! That is just what I saw in the cards. It explains everything. Let me spread back 3 cards for the past and 3 cards for the future."
"Agatha, I can't hurry this. This is like fate. You can't hurry fate just like you can't hurry love."
"OMG, it is the traveler again. You must be going on a trip?"
"A cruise! That sounds fantastic. Let me see if you will meet someone to fill the romance box."
"I see him. He is tall and has beautiful hands. His hands have had tons of experience in finding all those special places. What is your special favorite place to be touched, Agatha?"
"Nipples, that is so strange, Agatha, I love being touched there too. It makes me feel so good down below, if you know what I mean?"
"No, I can't see his face, but I can tell you he is very potent and his virility card shows he got that macho force that means you would have to give it all up to him when you bend over."
"I can't tell his age exactly but he is a mature man and not a boy."
"You're 38, you say? Well, that is still pretty young, Agatha. You can still have a child but the clock is ticking. You got to get busy, girl!"
"I got my romance deck, now, Agatha. Let me see what you should do to get his attention."
"Do you swim?"
"Good! Put on the swim suit and get out to that pool every day. Don't worry about a few extra pounds. Mature men love a woman with some meat on her. Do you have one with a little flair skirt to it? Just make sure whenever you bend over you keep those knees locked and always wear your heels everywhere you go. They really make your ass stick out nice and they put a real nice curve in your calves."
"Yes, Agatha, you can call me next week. Just ask for Isabella. The operator will connect you or mark your number down for me to call you back as soon as I am available. Any time after midnight is just fine. Good hunting, Agatha."
After that call was finished, Isabella put her line on hold for a 10 minute break. She ran into the bathroom and tinkled so hard it was just like "Niagara Falls".
That was a good call. It was 85 minutes on the clock. That was 82 bucks to her and it was only 2AM. She had already accumulated $225 for the evening. It was going to be a good night. Her Friday night paycheck would be fat indeed.
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