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Christina
I letThomas know I’d be coming and now that the day I chose has finally arrived, I drive through the desert with my windows down, the wind twisting like fingers in my hair, and the cacti standing and waving like cowboys. I think I could get used to this—the shifting landscape, the solitary drive, and the anticipatory unknown.
Day turns into night, and when I finally see the Vegas strip in the distance, it resembles a jewel-encrusted necklace spread out across the horizon and holding secrets too good to keep. I feel ready for the work ahead.
Thomas is waiting for me in a location directly off of the Vegas Strip. The place, Frankie's Tiki Room, is housed in an unassuming white building. It looks like any other building until you walk inside. The décor resembles something from the South Seas, but with more kitsch—hand-carved furniture and excessive amounts of bamboo. Polynesian pinup posters adorn the walls, while taxidermied puffer fish and brightly colored antique glass fishing floats hang from the ceiling. Exotica music and cigarette smoke mingle, further rounding out the atmosphere.
"Well, ain't you a sight," Thomas says, sitting in a dim booth resembling a grass hut. "Sit down doll, let's talk business."
I sit, sliding into the vinyl booth and ordered a drink, the Wild Watusi.
"Nice choice," Thomas remarks. "I'm drinking the Bearded Clam because even if I don’t like the real thing, I don’t mind getting tipsy to an alcoholic one.” He chuckles. Then he hands me an envelope.
"What's this?" Iask.
"An advance," Thomas replies.
I open the envelope, thumbing through the bills as I count it all out. It is $1,000. I wonder if this is a standard practice, to receive an advance from apimp.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Iask.
"Because you are going to take on some special jobs," he replies.
"What does that mean?" I ask, my mind racing with thoughts.
"Well doll," Thomas explains, "These men won't be touching you…but they get to finish on you. You’re going to get them off with your mouth, without ever touchingthem”
"What the fuck are you talking about?” I’m confused right now. What the hell kind of creeps does he plan to set me upwith?
"Relax," he says. "These men are clean, not at all creeps, I promise. They will pay a whole hell of a lot more for something even more exclusive.”
I light a cigarette to calm my frazzled nerves. Holding the smoldering tip between my red fingernails, I say, "I can't do it. I…don’t know how to be a whore that doesn’t let a man fuckme!”
Thomas laughs. “Don’t have so little faith in yourself. I mean, I hear the way you move, you’ve got this. Between those lips and those hips, just let a man blow it on your tits and you’ll be set. This is a fantastic opportunity.”
"An opportunity?" I interrupt. “I must be out of my mind—I can't believe I thought I could dothis."
"Like I said, this is an opportunity," Thomas continues. "If you do this, I assure you that you will be bringing in $1,500 an hour—not even a neurosurgeon makes that kind of damn money!"
I remain silent. The dollar amount is outrageous. And Thomas is right—no one made that kind of money in an hour—in a day maybe, but an hour? My thoughts are momentarily broken when a waitress brings Thomas's drink to the table. She lights it on fire, giving him a seductive hula dance before blowing itout.
“Gotta love this place," he grins. "Now pull your head out of your ass and listen to me. $1,500 an hour is serious business. You're going to be making more money than you know what to do with, doll. You can handle this. I know an enterprising woman such as yourself can handle a new challenge, am I right?”
I inhale, taking another second to ask myself…can I dothis?
I answer the only way I know how. I give him a lascivious smile.
“Yeah,” I reply huskily. “I’min.”
