“How much?”
I whiped my head around startled. “For an hour or the night?” I asked looking this guy up and down. He was tall with light brown messy hair and big blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean and he seemed pretty clean so I waited for him to answer.
“The whole night, are you clean though?” He asked me questioningly.
Clean? I thought this over. Not one customer ever asked me that before. I know I didn’t have an STD though. I always made the nasty ones go buy a condom and the clean ones normally have one.
“Yeah, 500.” I told him as I shivered and felt snow start to come down lightly on my head.
He put his coat around me and motioned for me to follow him. This is odd, Customers are usually jerks. This guy must have never had a prostitute before I thought to myself.
We walked down the road and around the corner to the gas station. He led me over to a red Chevy pick-up. He opened the door for me and then went over to his side and turned the car on.
“Why are you being friendly, you’re a customer you don’t have to act like this.” I said getting confused because nobody had ever held a door open for me.
“Do you have another job?” He asked me ignoring my question.
“I don’t talk about my personal life to my customers and you haven’t paid me yet.” I pointed out.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out hundred dollar bills. I started counting he gave me 700 instead of 500, I took two of them and slipped them back into his coat pocket.
“That’s why I’m being nice.” He said winking.
I sat back in the seat confused.
“So what’s your name?” He asked me as he took a sharp turn onto a dirt road.
“Are you kidnapping me?” I asked startled as I sat up in my seat and looked out the passenger window.
“No, I just like being away from the hustle and bustle.” He said chuckling.
I sighed and leaned back. “My name is Star.”
He laughed. “I don’t want your fake name you give to disgusting guys. I want you real name.”
“You just hired a prostitute. You’re pretty damn disgusting if you ask me dammit!” I screamed getting frustrated with this guy.
“Calm down” He said as he pulled into the driveway of a huge, beautiful, old, Victorian house.
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen before.” I said staring.
He came around and opened the door for me. He smiled at my expression and led me in threw the front doors out of the crisp winter air.
“Glass of wine?” He asked as he took my coat.
“Why did you get a prostitute? You could get sex without paying. You’re good looking and rich.” I stated looking around at the nice leather furniture and tall ceilings.
“I had a dream about this woman. She looked a lot older than she was because she was a prostitute. She was the most interesting, gorgeous, women I had ever met though but I never got to, know her name.” He said looking at me.
“Okay, I’m a prostitute but sorry I don’t do crazy.” I said getting up.
“Don’t leave, I’m not crazy.” He said.
I looked over at him and for some reason I sat back down.
“Every once and a while I have a dream that seems so realistic and then it happens.” He said.
“You expect me to think you’re some sort of psychic? I don’t believe in that kind of stuff” I said to him with a slight roll of my eyes.
“No I don’t expect you to believe that, because I don’t either. I’m just saying that I have these dreams that come true.” He said to me.
“Wait so you’re not even going to make me have sex with you?” I asked.
He ignored my question as he turned on the fire place and gave me a glass of wine. I looked at him and he just turned around and smiled.
We sat in silence and stared at the fire place. He put his arm around me as I started to drift into sleep, for some reason I felt calm around him.
I must of feel asleep I thought as I woke up and looked at my watch. It was already ten, my shift started in an hour. I looked around and didn’t see the man from last night anywhere so I called a cab and went outside to wait for it.
The cab took 20 minutes to show up and I still had to get home and changed. I paid the cab fare and ran up the stairs to my apartment.
“Mommy!” I heard as soon as I opened the door.
“Baby girl! Why aren’t you at school?” I said picking up my beautiful daughter and spinning her around.
“Sophie was puking last night.” My best friend/ roommate/ and Nanny Luce stated, coming out of the kitchen.
“Oh well I’m sorry baby I have to go to work, I wish I could stay home with you.” I said to my daughter, truly feeling bad.
“It’s okay. Are you going to be home tonight?” She asked me as I walked away putting my waitress outfit on.
“Of course honey and we can even play monopoly if you want.” I said, stroking her long black hair.
I kissed her head and walked out the door to head for work. I looked down at my watch and saw it was quarter to, if I walked a bit faster I could probably make it there in time. I turned around about 5 minutes in and noticed that the same blue van had been behind me the whole time. Two minutes went by and I turned to see the same van behind me. I started to quicken my past and the car steadily speeds up. I was about two minutes from the restaurant so I started running when someone got out of the car and chased after me.
They tackled me and I feel to ground. I tried to get them off but I only got a few punches in. They were heavy and I started to slowly black out. I saw somebody come up and I saw them push the guy off me right before I blacked out completely.
