|and get paid for it|
Early in spring I promised myself that I'd work no more than 4 days a week and 10 hours per. That lasted well a weekend and I was back to my 12-14 hour days and 7 day work weeks, well maybe 6-10 hours on weekends. That went on till a gentleman asked to see me and I need a good part of the day to make myself presentable. It has gone on like that since, long work weeks interrupted by a trip to Cannes and another to Monaco. My life is work, punctuated by whoring, that itself being a job, well vive la différence.
At least, I began to rationalize whoring gave me time for another life, which business and my obsessiveness wasn't. Then my better self would interject, but you hated what it took to be a full time escort… I did and now need to figure a work-life balance.
His hotel, was the one where Anne Marie started in the hospitality industry and I'd have to sneak past the desk to see my gentleman or hope she didn't see me. No longer, I casually walked through the lobby wearing a white sheath dress, teal pumps and enough turquoise jewelry to stock a small gift shop.
In the hall, after exiting the elevator, I passed and expensively attired man, we made eye contact and I smiled. When I reached the room, I noted that he was watching me, so I took out a business card, flashed it at him and then tucked it behind the plaque that contained the room number, when I came out it was gone.
My client is a film maker, who will check himself into a hotel for a couple of week to edit the raw footage. We met a over a year ago through an acquaintance and he indicated he'd call me, but never did. This spring he called and I've seen him several times during the summer, the type of client that I like.
After our greeting, I excused myself to go to the toilet, where I retrieved the envelope, per our arrangement. Normally I collect my fee by credit card or a wire transaction, getting cash was a bit of a treat and I couldn't help but spend a bit on my way home.