"Here you go" the lady says handing over some money to me. "There's a tip for you for being so good with your tricks." I thank her, I always thank them, men, women, whoever paid me to use my body, I thanked them all. Other than my conscience eating my brain up, being an erotic entertainer was easy money. And it's not like I would've landed a well paying job in Manhattan of all places.
Saturdays are known for being the busiest days in the hospitality biz. More customers for the bar means more people looking for a shag to ward off the piled up stress, the richer the better. After my dance was over I, as usual, hopped onto the bar and ordered some shots of neat vodka to loosen my body.
"Kevin Dye, is it?" A voice speaks behind me. A girl, roughly 20, stood behind me. "Thirty dollars for an hour, fifty for two"
"Lady jennifer wants to see you"
"Who?"
"Come with me."
I follow her to a dinner counter on the farthest corner of the bar.
The lady she took me to appeared to be the same age as me. She looked as if a rose had been given a dagger. Eyes as sharp as those of a fox. Her lips twisted in a slight grin. "Sit here" she told me, pointing to the seat opposite to hers. "So you're the Kevin I have heard so much about."
"At your service ma'am"
"Call me jade"
"Jade it is"
"We'll get to the fun part later, for now I wanna spoil you as much as you want."
This was rare even in this line of work. Most of my customers were only interested in the sex.
"Let me buy you a drink first." She says as she hollers for the waiter. I order a cosmopolitan.
"So tell me about yourself kevin. What kind of a man you are."
"For starters you already know my prices. And as for my services, as long as you don't film me or endanger my body I'm up for anything depending on how much your money is spent."
Jennifer, or Jade, gives me a look of disapproval. "zip it."she demands. "Tell me, have you ever fallen in love?"
"Nope... Not once" I say. It's the truth. Not once did I allow myself to fall in love. And as if someone would be crazy enough to love a prostitute like me.
"Well that's a shame. I think someone like you deserves a soulmate he can come home to."
"Well Jade, my soulmate must be non-existent."
"Oh don't talk like that. I'm sure there is still someone who you'll end up with."
"As you say" I respond with a grin. She looked like a girl with a wealth of generations before her. Agreeing with every word she said would allow me a sureshot way of earning some cold, hard, fragrant cash.
"Here's your drink sir, enjoy" the waiter behind me says as he places the cosmopolitan on the table. Already a bit tipsy from the vodka I had earlier, my hand slips and my drink is spilled on the tablecloth. As if I was not dealing with enough of a situation already, the cosmopolitan started to drip onto jade's skirt.
"Don't worry about it... I'll get undressed eventually"
"The skirt looks expensive...I'm sorry ma'am...." Jade places hir finger on my lips. "I told you to drop the honorifics. For god's sake I have a name."
"I'm sorry ma... Jade"
"Ah it's alright. Say, wanna get down to business?"
"As you wish Jade."
The night was young. This is the time of sin and pleasure. And Jade knew better than to waste it. The three of us got out and boarded a taxi.
I was surprised to see that someone who looked as rich as her lived in an apartment building. Hers was a three bedroom apartment. "I'll take my leave ma'am." The girl who was with Jade spoke as she escorted me to the bedroom. "You know you should learn a thing or two from Kevin here. He dropped the honorifics pretty quickly." Jade taunted her.
With a slight smile she nodded and left the room.
"You looked surprised to see an apartment building. Were you expecting a mansion?" Jade asked.
"My client's lodging is the least of my concerns."
"You sound like a workaholic businessman. I hope you aren't that way in bed."
"Pay me and find out for yourself jade."