A Girl In A Man's World

Money

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Victoria." I say hugging Camilla back.

Her bright blue eyes shone back to Lorenzo, "You staying or leaving?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes meeting mine briefly before returning to Camilla's. "I have some business to take care of, maybe another time."

She smirked, "The Angeli still thriving?"

"A talk for another time," he says, no change in his face.

I looked between them, thinking that I may be interrupting something.

"Camilla, look after her. Any problems, call me."

"Yeah, everything is gonna be fine down here."

Lorenzo looked at me once again. He held the gaze for a moment, his eyes reminding me of Alessandro. What would he think if he knew what I was doing right now?

"Be careful Victoria, I'll see you soon. Ciao ragazze." He says as he walked away, leaving me down here.

[Translation: Bye girls]

I felt my nerves starting again, my head spinning out of control. 

Camilla placed her hand on my arm, "Let me show you around." A small smile was on her lips, I felt myself relax more by her kindness.

She led me down another corridor, "So these are all the rooms that we take the men to." She reached to the handle and opened the door wider. She flipped the switch on, the room coming clearer into view. The room was small, a double bed with white sheets sat in the middle of the room. Nightstands on either side, both with boxes of condoms. A small single grey couch was on one side and a wardrobe was opposite the bed. 

"What's in the wardrobe?" I ask.

"Mostly extra stuff that the customers may request, like handcuffs, ropes stuff like that," shrugging at the list of items.

I gulped, fear rising. She must have understood that as she started shaking her head quickly, "You'll only ever use it on them if they request it but come on, I have more to show you." She turns the light off, shutting the door as she turned around and we kept on walking.

"Even though we are paid for sex, remember they might not want sex. They could ask for other things, hand jobs, blowjobs, even spanking. The list is too long. Anyway, I'm sure you know $150 for half an hour, and $300 for an hour. But all these men are wealthy, so however happy you make them, is how much more they will pay you." She turned to face me again, "Remember that you are able to say no to something you are uncomfortable with. If you don't want to do it, don't. That simple."

She turned the corner, pushing open another door. It was like the backroom upstairs. A makeup table, changing rooms, lockers. But this one was bigger, there were tables around the room, with a small kitchen.

"Let's sit." She says, pulling me to a table. 

I sat down as she went to the kitchen, "Tea or coffee?"

"Just water, thanks."

She nodded and quickly got back to the table, placing a bottle of water in front of me as her hands hugged a mug with what looked like coffee.

"So how come you want to work here now?" She asked me.

"The money. I live upstairs so I want to try and move out." I say reaching for my bottle.

"Oh nice," She says looking away for a second, then faces me again, "How do you know Lorenzo?"

I don't know what the look in her eyes was, jealousy? Or maybe just pure curiosity.