Chapter 7

On my Monday morning meeting with Larry, I told him about three figures prowling around our apartment, but he had no other useful news. He gave me the names and times of the five clients for this week, along with what each man was looking for. He said he could easily have had five more, as I was a hot commodity at the time. I told Larry I was just the new girl of the month. It would cool down soon enough. I asked Larry if he was working the same deal as any of the other dancers, and he assured me that I was the only one. I told him I was surprised. I was sure that several of them appeared to be highly sexed from their comments, and I would think many gentlemen would hit on them. Then I thought he just doesn’t want to divulge other girls are doing it, of course they are. He’s just being discrete. We had our intimate time together, and then I attended my training session with Janet.

On Thursday evening, I welcomed back Jim, the familiar client who had visited me two weeks prior and was eager for another session, providing me with a mix of anticipation and excitement. When he arrived, I poured myself a delicate glass of white wine, letting the cool liquid wash over my senses. He, on the other hand, took a moment to prepare his drink, expertly mixing a refreshing scotch and water with Black Label, the amber liquid glistening in the soft light of the room.

As we settled onto the plush couch, the inviting atmosphere wrapped around us like a warm embrace, and we began to savor our drinks, creating a moment of shared indulgence. Sensing an opportunity to dive deeper into our conversations, I threw out a slightly provocative question, hoping to spark an intriguing discussion. “So, Jim,” I began, leaning in slightly with a playful smile, “I’m curious—have you been sampling the other dancers?”