AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Well, if they’re not keeping you entertained, I’d be more than happy to step in.”
I laugh flirtatiously, my heart pounding with nerves.
“I’m not sure if I should be talking to you,” I say, feigning shyness.
He flashes me a charming smile. “Come on, don’t be shy,” he says, taking my hand and leading me onto the dance floor.
“Let’s have some fun.” I don’t want to, but I do what any escort would do in this situation.
Keep any client’s friends happy.
I try to keep my mind on the mission as we dance, but it’s difficult. His hands are on me, his body pulling me closer; it’s all too much.
Suddenly, Micky appears in front of us, his hand on my arm. “Can I steal her back for a moment?” he asks the handsome man.
“Of course,” the man says, releasing me reluctantly.
Micky leads me to a quieter corner of the room, where he pours us both a drink.
“You’re a naughty little minx, aren’t you?” he chuckles as he hands me my drink.
I smile coyly, downing the drink in one go, trying to drown out the sickening feeling in my stomach.
“Only for you, darling,” I say, sliding my hand up his chest.
“You ready to perform?” I ask.
“Uh-” he looks nervous.
I know I must change my plan because I’ve assessed the party.
Too many people are here for me to individually put the papers into their bags. Instead, I know what I need to do.
“Darling,” I say, “these herbs can make you go all night like the tiger I know you are. Want to try?”
“Fuck yeah,” he says, sliding his hands all over my body.
I grin and put the powder in his glass right in front of my eyes. He laps it up. Good. This was easy.
“Take me somewhere ... quiet, darling,” I say.
By my calculations, he’d be fast asleep within five minutes.
As we go upstairs, I count the number of doors we cross.
Five doors to the left of the corridor. We go in.
“Lie down, Micky,” I say, sultrily pulling down the strap from my left shoulder. “Now, I need to just freshen up. You stay ready, okay?”
He pounces on the bed and begins taking off his shirt. I leave him to it and rush to the bathroom where I call her - Illuminati.
“Look,” I whisper, “I can’t get the papers into the cases alone. Would you have someone from your network in the escorts to take the papers and pass them to the girls to put into their client’s cases for me?”
“Done. Where are you?”
“Five doors down to the left. First floor.”
“Don’t get caught, and don’t get the girls caught,” she orders me.
