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“You're asking if he was a client?”
“Is that what they're called?”
“Pretty much.”
I don’t know what to say.
“I would never divulge that kind of information. Just so you know. Discretion is at the heart of everything I do.”
She says it in a way that makes it sound dirty. Illicit.
“But, no, he wasn't a client. He’s a friend from church.”
“Church. Of course. I should have guessed.” She could've said anything, and I would've expected it more than that. “And your husband?”
“You’re asking if he knows?”
I shrug because I don’t know what I was asking. I only know that he’s a fool. “Sure.”
“What makes you think I could hide something that big?”
“I think women can hide a lot of things.”
“Interesting,” she says, looking away toward the bar.
“So how do you determine the price? Is there like a fee schedule?”
“A fee schedule. That’s cute.”
“Is it?
“What makes you so interested in price?”
“I just want to know what you think you’re worth.”
She doesn’t answer but I can see I’ve struck a nerve.
I try another angle. “
Do you charge by the hour? By the service?”
“By the hour.”
“How much for the whole night?
“Well,” she says, tapping her phone, bringing it to life. “It’s 8:00 p.m. right now…which leaves four hours to midnight. At $300 an hour, that's $1,200.”
“Wow. Not even a break for the whole night?”
“A break?” she laughs. “You’re suggesting I take less of a cut?”
“Suggesting feels like a strong word.”
“Fine. Are you asking for a discount?”
I shrug again. “If that’s what you want to call it.”
“Why would I do that when I can just book extra clients? This isn’t science,” she says. “This is business. ”
