Call Girl Princess by K. Lyn Page A

 
     
    “Why did you decide to do this,
anyway?   You could do absolutely nothing
and still be rich.”  
     
    Mikala patted the drops of wine from her full lips.   “And I would be forced to do and say whatever my father and husband
chose for me.   No thank you.   Anyway, when I was working as an intern for
that accounting firm, you remember, I endured one boring staff meeting after
another.   Then when I had the chance, I
picked the brain of the CEO.   He told me
how many hours he worked every week, how little time he spent with his family,
and how he had no time to do what he really wanted to do.   Work was his life.   But it was what he didn’t say that really got
my attention.”  
     
    Carrie gave her friend a confused
look.  
     
    “All the time we were talking, the
man kept staring at my legs.   I played
with my skirt, moving it upward along my thigh, and then back down.   The man licked his lips with every rise of my
skirt and I swear, by the end of the conversation he had a rise all his
own.”  
     
    Carrie giggled.  
     
    “I was told by professor after
professor that I was a marketing wonder and that I had vision.   I realized that I could make twice the amount
of money and work half as much time if I stepped off the beaten path, as it
were.   It wasn’t difficult at all.   A little research on the Internet, a
marketing campaign done solely by yours truly and here I am.”   She swept her arms to show off her just
reward.   “I work on referrals now, only
the richest men, and only the best.   Listen, Carrie, you have no idea how much power women really have all by
themselves.   You don’t have to be
subservient to anyone if you don’t want to be.”  
     
    Mikala searched her friend’s eyes for at least a little bit of moral judgment, but
Carrie was too excited to be judgmental.   She wanted to know more.   It all
seemed so glamorous to the
Midwest
farm girl
who had married her high school sweetheart the summer after graduation.  
     
    “My clients sign a contract which
includes everything.   If they want to
spend the night with me, and they do want to spend the night with me, the price
goes up by a lot and each subsequent night is considerably more.   After all, I know how much their business
deals are worth and if I have helped them close those deals, then I consider it
my ‘extra’ commission.   You know, kind of
like a real estate agent.   If their agent
gets them a good deal on a sale or a purchase, sometimes the client gives gifts
or takes them out to dinner.   I prefer
sex and cash.”  
     
    Carrie was dying to know about the
sex.   “So, what’s it like, the sex?”  
     
    Mikala smiled.   “Fantastic.   It’s like prom night every time.   And every man does everything, and I mean
everything, to please me.   Especially if they have closed a lucrative deal because of me.”  
     
    Carrie stood in front of the mirror
over the sofa and piled her head on top of her head.   “Do you think I’m pretty enough?   I’m educated, but I’m not that worldly.   And, I’ve only been with one man.”  
     
    Mikala looked at her friend.   She would do okay,
definitely B list, though she would never be on Mikala’s level.   “Of course you’re pretty
enough.   Anyway, I splurge before the big
night – hair, makeup, everything is professionally done.   I have standing appointments with the best salons
in the city.”  
     
    Carrie didn’t want to ask, but she
was dying to know when Mikala’s next big night was
going to be.   “When is your next
appointment?”  
     
    “Very nice,
Carrie.   You’re asking, though not
really asking.   Appointment is a good
word for it.”   Mikala flipped open her laptop.   “It’s tomorrow
night, two doctors who think they are businessmen.   They are brothers and they want to buy an
established practice from an old doctor who is in the process of retiring.   You in?   Take a look.”  
     
    Carrie