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“If we win the championship I might splurge to bring you out of retirement, Angel,” he said, reverting to a name she hadn’t used in years.
Once a whore, always a whore.
“Angel is dead, and Mademoiselle killed her. There’s no reviving her, love,” she said.
“I still have my memories.”
“If I only I could get residual checks for them,” she joked.
They shared a laugh.
After the details were set and the call ended, Desdemona knew she should reach out to the courtesan she already had in mind for her consort, but instead she made her way out of the penthouse and down to the first level via the elevator. She felt almost melancholy as she turned the corner to cross the far end of the foyer, the hall, and then the living room to step out onto the brick terrace.
She was thankful for the seclusion of the close-knit trees and shrubs around the perimeter of the large yard as she grabbed her bright yellow dress in her fists and pulled it over her head. Nude, she went racing across the hot blades of grass to dive into the pool. The water was warm from the summer heat as it enveloped her body. She welcomed it as she swam to the other end, wishing that when she emerged her past could be as easily cleaned as her body by the chlorinated water.
Chapter Two
Monday, June 18, 2018
Pussy has made me rich, and I plan to stay that way, because I will never ever rely on another person to sustain . . .
Desdemona stroked the trio of diamond line bracelets lying across her wrist. One was of tiny butterflies and the other was simple bands with exquisite diamonds. Did she need the trinkets? No, she had plenty. It was just nice to know that she could afford them if she chose.
There was a time when a pack of Ramen noodles was a struggle to buy.
“Will you be adding these to your collection, Ms. Smith?”
Desdemona. Say it. Say Desdemona. Ms. Dean. Say it.
How could he? He didn’t know it.
Desdemona looked at the salesman, a tall, effeminate man with Nordic good looks and impeccable style. He had garnered many a commission from her. “No, not today, Clayton,” she said, extending her wrist so that he could remove the jewelry. Her eyes clung to the butterflies.
He saw that and lingered before placing it back in the jewelry case.
Diamonds are this girl’s best friend.
She reached in her tote and withdrew a billfold to count out a hundred one-hundred-dollar bills.
“The butterflies?” he asked.
She nodded before stacking the cash and tapping the edges atop the glass jewelry case before handing the bills to him.
“Of course,” he said as he rung up her purchase.
“I’ll wear it out,” she said, running her hand through her hair, now worn straight and parted down the middle.
Clayton set a small shopping bag holding the bracelet’s bright red case and her receipt onto the top of the display case before clasping the piece around her wrist. “You look fabulous as ever,” he said, turning the piece so that the clasp was not shown and it was close to her diamond Patek Philippe watch. His eyes took in the sheer fitted black tee she wore with nothing but a black strapless bra underneath it, paired with a form-fitting black satin skirt and red-bottom heels. “I love how I have never seen you in anything but dresses.”
He’s right. I only wear dresses. Winter, spring, summer, and fall. I wonder if he would still love it if he knew that I learned early in my “career” that dresses and skirts meant easy access and easy cleanup. Very uncomplicated clothing for a whore. And in time the dresses became more of a habit that stuck.
Desdemona gave him a soft smile before holding her arm up into the sunlight streaming through the glass doors of the private jewelry salon. The diamonds gleamed. The butterflies seemed to twinkle.
“Beautiful choice,” he said.
“Yes, and thank you, Clayton,” she said, picking up the shopping bag and her tote before leaving the midtown Manhattan jeweler.
The summer heat seemed to radiate from the concrete sidewalks, and the air was filled with the sounds of the congested New York traffic and the fast-paced bustle of pedestrians as she walked the half block to the large and modern eighteen-story building on the corner. She opened one of the glass doors leading into the lobby with its polished tile floors and beautiful design, walking across to one of the four elevators.
