“Eva Valencia.” The receptionist called.
That’s my name.
I’m an escort but then I’m not an escort right? I mean if I establish an actual friendship with my clients I’m not, but then why are they paying for my company?
My phone rings in my handbag sometimes I forget I live in the age where our telephones are cellular and they could ring at any time. I still get scared by the sudden vibration and sound. It’s funny because it’s not like I grew up at a different time.
I’m losing it aren’t I?
“Hello?” I answer.
“Eva?” A female voice responds.
“This is she.”
“Hey, it’s Katie.” How I manage to forget people’s existence is quite weird.
“Oh hi. What’s up?”
“You have a new client.” She says.
“And?” I really don’t care
“You need to come to the office like yesterday.” She announces.
“I’m on my way.” I say.
I never argue with anything to do with work. If it’s about my money then it’s about my life.
“Ma’am, this way please.” The receptionist directs me. But I can’t go on with this I have to leave.
“Sorry miss something just came up and I have to go. I’ll reschedule for later.” I tell her. At least she doesn’t press me for details.
“Oh, sure.” She says with that practiced business smile.
“Thanks.” I say and wink at her. I walk away and get to my car.
“Hey, Eva.” Mrs. Smith greets me. She’s my boss and she’s a woman with a husband in prison for battery, sexual harassment and abuse. He’s not exactly the best choice but she’s not so innocent either. He cheated on her with an escort and it sort of poisoned her marriage to him but she always says “And then I decided to make money out of the thing that ruined my life by training them the right way. It’s better to be rich and comfortable than poor and uncomfortable but in love.”
She amazes me.
“You wanted to see me, I understand that this is about a client?”
“Yes it is but this is a special case honey.” She says. She sounds tired.
“Aren’t they all?” I deadpan.
“You’ll understand soon.” Mrs. S says.
“Katie send her up please.” She says into the phone.
And the supposed her walks in with Katie. She’s a beautiful woman. Green eyes, sandy blonde hair, small waist and basically hourglass figured. Her cheekbones are high. She screams confidence all over.
If I had a problem with my body image she would be who I’d want to turn into.
“Alley Moore meet Eva Valencia. You handpicked her for your own purposes.” Mrs. S says. She’s done it so many times I’m sure she automatically becomes Mrs. Smith the boss she needs to be around clients .She must have a sixth sense or just multiple personalities.
“I’m aware of that thank you. Hello Miss Valencia, pleased to meet you.” Mrs. Moore says and gives me those pathetic non sensible air kisses women give when they meet on both sides of me.
“The pleasure’s all mine Miss Moore.” I say once she pulls away and offer her a smile.
“Mrs. actually, I am Mrs. Moore but let’s just ditch the formality here, call me Alley. It’s short for Allison.” She clarifies. I really didn’t think of it but now that she mentions it I’m still not grateful.
“Okay, call me Eva then.” Just so we are even. I’m one for petty competition.
“Okay Eva.” She says and takes a seat. I follow suit.
“Eva, she’s here to hire you.” Mrs. Smith tells me. I am sure Alley notices how absurd it sounds especially that she a married woman would like to hire an escort.
“I know it’s weird. What would a married woman want with another female escort is she lesbian is she this or that, I know. But you’re not for me.” She says.
I sigh inwardly, honestly I was horrified. The furthest I have gone with a woman was making out. I’m not a homophobe but I just don’t get down like that.
“Who am I for then?” I’m curious already.
“My cousin.” She says with her cheeks tinted pink due to embarrassment I guess.
“What about him?” I ask. I don’t quite follow her line of thought concerning my purpose.
“You’re going to work with him-well on him.” She says without really meeting my eyes. This must be weird for her. She seems well bred and sophisticated.
“Oh?” I say. I don’t really know what she means but who am I to say no. I am the chosen one.
“Yes. We’ll talk about the details later.” She says.
Right. We were going to discuss the details later but then I can’t help but feel like I’m going to step on a land mine if I do this but then that will probably be the highlight of my existence.
“Okay.” I say with a smile. I hope her cousin isn’t a total piece of garbage in need of a trophy girl to show off to the guys.
Fifteen minutes go by while Mrs. S and ‘Alley’ babble on about figures and what not.
“That’s settled then. Eva shall we?” Mrs. Moore says to me.
“Shall we what?” I ask after zoning back in. The look of irritation reminds me that it’s a polite way of saying lets go. “Oh sorry, yes.”
I walk out with Alley leaving Mrs. S inside. We’re in the car park when finally Alley tells me exactly what I am to do.
“He’s twenty four. I made sure you were younger than him. I know you’ve been doing this since you were eighteen so you know a thing or two considering you’ve been at it for two and a half years.” She says. She goes straight to the point.
“Okay.” I say. I don’t know if this is good or bad.
“He loves spending time doing sporty stuff and he likes to read and play his instruments. He’s afraid of heights and he’s allergic to bees and stuff like that. He hasn’t had a girlfriend since he was eighteen.” Alley says. He doesn’t sound so bad or even in need of a girlfriend.
“Why not?” I ask. At least if I knew why maybe I’d see my use.
“He dated a girl and the girl...” Alley says. I can tell that she’s chewing the inside of her cheek.
“She what?” I press.
“She died.” Alley says. I bet they knew each other because she practically whispered it. I guess I understand. I’d whisper too because if I said it out loud in would be out there as the truth.
“Ouch.” I say. I’m terrible at consoling people or even showing empathy.
“Yes ouch. He’s an introvert now and I worry he might be depressed.” She says.
Alas! I have a theory at least. It’s slowly forming.
“So what am I supposed to do? Play Doctor Phil for your cousin?” I ask. It’s only logical if she wants him to have a friend to talk to. It’s easier to tell a stranger all of your secrets because they won’t judge you based on things they’ve seen you do but just based on what you tell them.
“No, he needs a friend. A female one.” I was right after all.
“So why me?” She could pick anyone.
“I need you to just...” Alley’s voice trails off.
No I wasn’t right.
“Oh I see, you want me to sleep with him don’t you?” I ask. There really is no need to sugar coat sexual matters in this day and age.
“Only if you want to.” She says hurriedly and with panic.
I’d be flattered if chastity was something that I cared for completely but I don’t.
“I can only do that if he want to but if he’s not attractive it won’t happen.” Chemistry people.
“Good then.” She says with a sigh of relief.
“Anything else?” I ask.
“Yes, he’s so sweet please don’t break him any further okay?” She begs.
“Whatever. What does he look like anyway?” I’m curious.
My biggest fear right now? Finding out he’s a forty year old fat ass with a masturbating issue, a diseased mind and an electric Taser fetish. At the thought I cringe inwardly.
Alley searches her very posh handbag, I could use it as a travel bag really. She pulls out her phone and flicks the screen on and she starts to scroll. She stops scrolling and shows it to me.
“This is him.” She says as she shows me a picture of him on her phone.
“What’s his name?” I ask, wanting to put a name to the beautiful face I see on the screen.
“His name is Richard. Richard King.”