Sometimes I’d notice that my boss’s assistant would come to work late, looking rather disheveled. Now, at first I always assumed she just had a full life and a busy schedule. Working while taking care of kids is difficult, and sometimes fate just want’s your day to feel like jumping down a rat hole. Well, unbeknownst to me at the time, she didn’t even have kids, a husband, school, or even a dog. I ran into her freshening up in the bathroom one day, and she asked if I could keep a secret. I said yes, and I couldn’t believe her words. She told me she was a call girl for Vienna escorts. I really didn’t know what to say, or why she was even telling me, but I finally understood why she was so often late. She even said she was just doing it to afford a really expensive jacket. I just nodded and cringed inside, wow!
It was my first night on the job. I had decided that I would give it a go and become one of the many escorts in Brighton that are booked for personal dating by gentlemen of all persuasions. I met my first client in an apartment somewhere along the east side of the bridge. The apartment looked impressive, unlike the guy who answered the door. I wanted to make a real impression because I know that repeat business is good business so I smiled sweetly and leant towards him.
“I’m your date for the evening” I whispered.
There was no real response from him other than showing me the hallway, pointing to a door at the end of the corridor. I tried to read the look that he had on his old and wrinkly face and wondered what was in store for me.