the details.
“Have you got all that Rose?” she asked, with a sense of urgency in her voice.
“Dino will pick me up at seven o’clock. Dinner at Nobu in Berkeley street for eight o’clock, reservation is under the name Tim Bakhtin. Tim will hand me a brown envelope, count the cash in the bathroom. No envelope, no date, period.” I relayed the details back to her sharply.
“Yes, that’s correct. Oh and remember, chemistry, it is important to build a good rapport. Chemistry will separate you from the rest. Any problems call Dino, safety first. Good luck Rose.”
“Thank you,” I replied, filled with anxiety.
Something about what Isabella said made me feel like she really cared about me. I knew she probably said that to all the girls but it was the way she said my name it was so endearing. She spoke my name with so much care, even if it was an alias, it still felt good to hear. My mama always said my name with so much love. I missed my mama badly, that’s probably what had me going soft. I pushed the sentiment aside I needed to focus on the matter at hand.
My hair, nails and feet all had to be done before the date. Back in the day whenever I was going out I always made sure I had an appointment booked with my hairstylist and one at the nail salon. However, right now I couldn’t afford the VIP treatment, until I got my money back up I would have to take care of them myself. Choosing something to wear was hard, half of my wardrobe was still at Cam’s, think of Carrie’s closet in the ‘Sex and the City’ movie but bigger.
I hated living out of a suitcase but was grateful for the little I had with me. I laid out a few dresses on the bed and managed to narrow it down to two. I was torn between my Julia Clancey baby-doll dress and my coral blush one shoulder draped dress by Donna Karan. Donna Karan won because it matched my Balenciaga giant envelope clutch and Salvatore Ferragamo tilapia sandals perfectly.
Outfit was sorted, now I had to try and work the same magic on my hair. I had already decided to keep it simple so just straighten it and curled my fringe under slightly to give it a nice bounce. I painted my nails and toes red and managed to get ready just before Dino called to tell me he was waiting downstairs.
We arrived at Nobu just before eight o’ clock. My gosh I was so nervous, I could not believe that I was actually going ahead with this. What was I thinking? This was against everything I believed in. Assariyah Jones a fucking escort. An escort was just a fancy label for a prostitute. My daddy would be rolling over in his grave right now and if Mama ever found out this would surely send her to hers. There was no way I could subject myself to such lows.
“I can’t do this, I can’t go through with this,” I said shaking my head.
“First time jitters...huh?” Dino asked.
“I can’t go in there Dino, please take me back to my hotel.”
“All the girls are exactly like you the first time but once you do your first client you’ll be fine,” he said, attempting to reassure me.
I still felt apprehensive about the whole situation.
“I’m not sure about this Dino. What if something happens to me?”
“C’mon Rose I’m here, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Trust me!”
“Promise.”
“I promise,” he repeated, sincerely.
I replenished my make-up before stepping out of the car.
“Rose,” I turned back to face Dino at the sound of his call. “You look beautiful, first sign of trouble call me and remember you are one of the smart ones. You get paid to do what other girls give out for free.”
His words boosted my confidence. I smiled, “Thanks D,” and headed towards the door. Dino was so right I was getting paid to get laid while the other dumb bitches gave it out for free.
Upon arrival one of the reception staff took my reservation details and then led me to my table. To my relief, Tim Bakhtin was already there. I wouldn’t have been able to stick it out
“Have you got all that Rose?” she asked, with a sense of urgency in her voice.
“Dino will pick me up at seven o’clock. Dinner at Nobu in Berkeley street for eight o’clock, reservation is under the name Tim Bakhtin. Tim will hand me a brown envelope, count the cash in the bathroom. No envelope, no date, period.” I relayed the details back to her sharply.
“Yes, that’s correct. Oh and remember, chemistry, it is important to build a good rapport. Chemistry will separate you from the rest. Any problems call Dino, safety first. Good luck Rose.”
“Thank you,” I replied, filled with anxiety.
Something about what Isabella said made me feel like she really cared about me. I knew she probably said that to all the girls but it was the way she said my name it was so endearing. She spoke my name with so much care, even if it was an alias, it still felt good to hear. My mama always said my name with so much love. I missed my mama badly, that’s probably what had me going soft. I pushed the sentiment aside I needed to focus on the matter at hand.
My hair, nails and feet all had to be done before the date. Back in the day whenever I was going out I always made sure I had an appointment booked with my hairstylist and one at the nail salon. However, right now I couldn’t afford the VIP treatment, until I got my money back up I would have to take care of them myself. Choosing something to wear was hard, half of my wardrobe was still at Cam’s, think of Carrie’s closet in the ‘Sex and the City’ movie but bigger.
I hated living out of a suitcase but was grateful for the little I had with me. I laid out a few dresses on the bed and managed to narrow it down to two. I was torn between my Julia Clancey baby-doll dress and my coral blush one shoulder draped dress by Donna Karan. Donna Karan won because it matched my Balenciaga giant envelope clutch and Salvatore Ferragamo tilapia sandals perfectly.
Outfit was sorted, now I had to try and work the same magic on my hair. I had already decided to keep it simple so just straighten it and curled my fringe under slightly to give it a nice bounce. I painted my nails and toes red and managed to get ready just before Dino called to tell me he was waiting downstairs.
We arrived at Nobu just before eight o’ clock. My gosh I was so nervous, I could not believe that I was actually going ahead with this. What was I thinking? This was against everything I believed in. Assariyah Jones a fucking escort. An escort was just a fancy label for a prostitute. My daddy would be rolling over in his grave right now and if Mama ever found out this would surely send her to hers. There was no way I could subject myself to such lows.
“I can’t do this, I can’t go through with this,” I said shaking my head.
“First time jitters...huh?” Dino asked.
“I can’t go in there Dino, please take me back to my hotel.”
“All the girls are exactly like you the first time but once you do your first client you’ll be fine,” he said, attempting to reassure me.
I still felt apprehensive about the whole situation.
“I’m not sure about this Dino. What if something happens to me?”
“C’mon Rose I’m here, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Trust me!”
“Promise.”
“I promise,” he repeated, sincerely.
I replenished my make-up before stepping out of the car.
“Rose,” I turned back to face Dino at the sound of his call. “You look beautiful, first sign of trouble call me and remember you are one of the smart ones. You get paid to do what other girls give out for free.”
His words boosted my confidence. I smiled, “Thanks D,” and headed towards the door. Dino was so right I was getting paid to get laid while the other dumb bitches gave it out for free.
Upon arrival one of the reception staff took my reservation details and then led me to my table. To my relief, Tim Bakhtin was already there. I wouldn’t have been able to stick it out
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