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“Good afternoon!” she chirps. “How can I help you?”
I think before ordering. “Can I get a mocha espresso, decaf please, with whipped cream and a chocolate croissant?” It’s probably thousands of calories, but at this point, I need the calories to stay alive.
“Coming right up,” she nods while ringing up my order. “Take a seat and I’ll bring it right over.”
I nod and wander to a corner table with a spindly wooden chair next to it before dropping into the seat lifelessly. The world passes by as I gaze through the glass windows, but I don’t notice. I’m still caught up in this travesty that is Casper and Clay Richmond, and I can’t get myself to stop ruminating over the messed-up situation.
But before I realize it, the barista brings over my coffee and croissant, along with a napkin.
“Enjoy,” she says, setting down the food with a smile.
I squint at her slightly.
“Do I know you from somewhere?”
She blushes and shakes her head furiously.
“Oh no. Not at all. Definitely not.”
I squint again.
“No, I think I do,” is my slow tone. Suddenly realization dawns. “Wait, you’re the blonde from the last party, right? The one who was taking that guy …?”
I don’t finish the sentence because at the last Club Z party, my barista was definitely active. In fact, she was in the lap of a huge, burly man, moaning with ecstasy as she swallowed his dick with her ass in reverse cowgirl position. I remember because I was watching avidly, hoping to pick up some tricks and tips. The guy was huge, and yet her pink rim took him all the way, and I could even see the outline of his cock through her abdominal wall, he was that monstrous.
Reading my mind, she nods and whispers, “Yes, that was me. I’m Lindy.”
I gesture for her to sit.
“Would you like to join me? I’m Mara, by the way.”
She glances around the café, and it’s empty so she bites her lip and nods, before taking a seat quickly.
“Okay, but not too long. I’m the only one on shift.”
I nod. “Yes of course.”
She smiles then and seems to relax a little. “We don’t see a lot of new faces at Club Z parties because management is really strict about guests, so I was surprised to see you. Usually, all the girls are my coworkers, for obvious reasons.”
I nod.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude or to make you uncomfortable.”
Lindy shakes her head.
“No it’s okay. You were a guest of Clay and Casper, so it makes sense. They run the place, so they can do whatever they want,” she smiles.
“I’m sure,” I say in a low tone. But then, I decide to use this unexpected opportunity to find out more.
“How do you like working for Club Z?” I ask. “Clay and Casper have been trying to get me to hostess, but I’ve resisted so far. Do you enjoy your job?”
Lindy’s quiet for a moment but then she looks up and shoots me a wry smile. “Honestly? I love it. I never thought of myself as the kind of girl who would be doing this. After all, who thinks they’re going to be making a living on their back? But it happened, and things took off from there. Then I got more and more into it, and now you see me: barista by day, escort by night.”
I smile. “I can relate,” I say, remembering my own path to joining City Girls. But then Lindy continues.
“Plus, the Richmonds are amazing bosses. Casper and Clay are fair and open-minded, which is pretty rare in this line of work. Of course, we have to be on time, show up, and dress sexy and all that, but they also genuinely care about our health and well-being. If a male guest is being obstreperous or just plain rude, Clay and Casper will eject him immediately and even terminate his membership. And let me tell you: membership is expensive. That’s a lot of money to lose.”
I nod. This is surprising because I was convinced Clay and Casper just wanted to make a buck off my back, but maybe not. Maybe my lovers have a more expansive world view, and know to treat their product well. Then again, I’m still product to them. Ugh.
Yet, Lindy’s words are heartening because I always knew in the back of my mind that my lovers would be incredible leaders. It’s gratifying to hear confirmation from a foot soldier, and tears prick my eyes. Why couldn’t Lindy have told me that Clay and Casper are terrible people who treat their employees like crap? Her words of praise are making it hard for me to move on.
I look down at my croissant and sigh.
“Why? Are you thinking of becoming a hostess?” Lindy asks, her blue eyes curious.
I shake my head and cover my stomach with both hands.
