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I frown and try to steady my heart rate. "Not really. I mean, I just thought we'd talk more."
"There's nothing to really talk about. After we spoke earlier, I called Madam Christine and told her about you. She said to bring you in when you're available, which means ASAP. Like later today after class and shit."
My eyes widen. "But I have to work at the laundromat today," I say, a little panicked.
"Obviously you’re gonna call in. You can't miss this interview."
I gawk at her. "But what if she doesn't like me? Then I'm out two jobs. I can't risk that, Natalie. Can you just reschedule it to tomorrow?"
She shakes her head. "You won't be out. Trust me. She's going to take one look at you and hire you on the spot."
My face scrunches up. "One look? What kind of interview is this? Like, what's she going to ask me? Who gets interviewed to be a call girl?"
"Relax. She isn't going to ask you to get on your knees and make you demonstrate how big of an O you can turn your mouth into."
My lips twitch and I lie back down under the covers. Natalie always knows how to make a stressful moment funny.
"I'm just nervous. This is a big thing. I'm more nervous about it than anything else."
"It's a huge deal, so I get it. Christine has this sixth sense about her, where she can look at a girl and know if they'll work out immediately. After I sent her a picture of you, she said to bring you in as soon as possible. Trust me, you need to be there all dolled up, like you're going on a date. You need to dress like Natalia. I've got just the outfit for you, and I'll do your hair and makeup."
"What will she ask me?" My voice gives way to my anxiety. I've held quite a few odd jobs over the years, and never once have I felt butterflies like this. Am I really going to interview for a sex trade job?
"She’ll ask you things like how many guys you've been with, are you cool with one-night stands, what kinds of days or nights you can work, what your hard limits are. Stuff we've talked about before."
My heart is fucking racing. I'm not sure I can do this. The thought is making me ill. I'm never going to sleep tonight.
"What's my name going to be?"
Natalie muses over my question.
"Carlita."
I roll my eyes. "Okay, forget I asked. How about Maeve?"
"Meh. Sometimes Christine gives the girls names. Let's just wait and see."
"How do I know what my hard limits are?" I ask. I feel like I know, but then again there's some wild people in the world doing things I don't find to be a turn-on.
"She'll have a checklist for you. Don’t be afraid to check them off either, because the last thing you want to do is get matched with someone who wants you to pee on them, or wants to pee on you."
I lean up on my elbows and look at her in mortification. There's no way. Just the thought causes a sour taste in the back of my throat.
"I'm just kidding," Natalie says playfully. "Madam Christine runs a classy business. It's one of the top rated in New York City. Think of it as the couture side of fashion. Only the streetwalkers pee on people."
My forehead creases. That doesn't help at all. "Seriously?"
She gives me a bored stare. "Do you really believe that people pee on other people?"
"I believe people will do anything for money, so, yes. And I also think people like really strange things that I don't."
She rubs her hands together and inhales. "We’ll have a shot of vodka while you're getting ready. That'll help bring down the nerves. Make sure you come straight here after class. We'll need about an hour to do hair and makeup, and then take a town car to Chelsea."
"She's in Chelsea?"
It doesn't surprise me that she’s on the West Side in such an upscale part of the city.
Natalie nods. "It's a huge converted warehouse. I think she paid around a cool million for it—in cash, mind you—and then upgraded the fuck out of it. Wait until you see it. The way she designed it looks like a penthouse suite." Her face lights up and for a split second, my apprehension turns to anticipation. "There's a cigar lounge just for the men. We're not allowed in there, but they can watch girls dance in these little cages. It's kind of sexy, if you ask me. The lights are turned down low, so their faces are never shown. I don't dance, but the girls can wear masquerade masks if they want extra privacy. There are also rooms to rent with private entries if it's just an afternoon quickie, or a place for you to get ready if you don't have time to go home. There's even a kitchen with private chefs. She really spared no expense for this devious business."
