Amply Rewarded by Destiny Moon

in the tissue in his hand, which he immediately crumpled up and put to one side. He fell forward, deep into the carpet in a final stupor. Kelly looked pleased with herself and sat on the sofa next to him, watching him intently. There was nothing indifferent about her this time. She looked engaged and happy.
    Mr Collis dressed himself and said, “Thank you, Mistress Veronica. I’ve brought you something in the hopes of appeasing you. I understand your anger over my bad behaviour and I promise not to stay away this long again.” Then he went to his jacket pocket and pulled out a tiny box.
    She opened it. “Diamond solitaire earrings. They’re lovely,” she said. “But don’t think that you can buy my affection.”
    With that, she took the box and walked away, back into the adjoining room, and closed the door. Mr Collis, stunned, let out a massive sigh, put on his jacket and sat down on the sofa with his face between his knees. He sobbed slightly. I couldn’t hear it—I knew because of the way his body jerked ever so delicately and he grasped his legs in a foetal position. After a few minutes, some composure came over him and he got up and left.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    We never locked the bathroom door. I’d only ever had that kind of intimate relationship—where I could sit on the toilet in front of someone—with my sister, and even then I’d resented her presence. Kelly seemed so comfortable in her own skin. She didn’t care if she was taking a bath, shaving her legs or her armpits or if she was changing a tampon. I was always welcome in front of her and that felt special.
    I had come to the city looking for money, and I’d found it. But I think the novelty of my job would have worn off if it hadn’t been for the friendship—or what I then called a friendship—with Kelly.
    Carla kept me on standard, straightforward clients. One evening a man in his mid-twenties, a well-to-do academic type, came to see me. He wanted to see Josie, actually, but I was the one who met him downstairs in Carla’s lounge. I tried to make conversation with him but he was stand-offish, which I thought was strange. Maybe he was just afraid of talking to girls. I reckoned that he had been turned down so often he had become all too familiar with the feeling of pretty girls being mean to him. He was the kind of guy who hadn’t danced at the prom.
    “I just need to relax,” he said, as though I was somehow in his way.
    “Okay.” I was calm. “Is that something I can help you with?” I winked. Flirty, I thought.
    “Listen, you’re pretty and I’m sure you want a good tip—and I’ll leave you one—just stop talking and massage me.” The tension oozed off him and I wanted to kick him out. I wanted to tell him what an idiot I thought he was, but I didn’t think Carla would be impressed so I didn’t say anything. I kneaded his shoulders and back and thought about what might happen if I just took charge the way Kelly did. Instead, I promised myself a walk along the harbour later. I thought about dying my hair. I thought about how I was going to tell Kelly about him. Half an hour passed with our silent interaction.
    Then he turned over on the table and revealed his semi-erection underneath the thin white sheet.
    “On second thought,” he started, “I changed my mind.”
    It was perverted. He was an asshole, a spoilt brat. I might have been able to get into it if he had been nice about it, but he didn’t think I mattered enough to have to be nice. He thought all he had to do was shell out his money, and any service he desired would follow.
    “You changed your mind about what?” I asked. My voice was stern.
    “I think I want a little something extra,” he said, looking down at his cock.
    “Too late.”
    “What? I thought you wanted a nice tip.”
    “Oh, I’ll get my nice tip .”
    “Honey, you have to earn it,” he whispered. He put his hand on my shoulder and vaguely tried to pull my head down.
    “Get a