Zaya

Fingers crossed

Zaya:

No, no no! Stop. The terrific thunders woke me up. I realized it was just a nightmare. It has been a while since I had one. My head was covered with profuse sweat. Wiping the sweat off my forehead, I reached out to get some water from the stall; I drank straight from the pitcher. I was terrified of what saw in my dream. It's 3.15 am when I glanced at the clock. I have a party to attend, realizing that I decided to go back to sleep.

Wake up at 8.30, get fresh, hit the gym, have a bath, get ready, meet David, and he informs me what to do: that was my everyday schedule. On my way to David's office, I couldn't stop thinking about the dream I had last night, the scene kept replaying in my head as to why and what does it mean. The silhouette of a man, holding a whip in his hand whilst I was backing from him scared for the life. The fear I felt caused my heart to beat erratically. Why did I get that feeling, the dream was not about something that has happened in my life, rather had a feeling of the future? I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and thought maybe this was just some nonsense and a side effect of watching some crap movies with girls.

I reached David's office. Knocking on the door I entered his cabin "So with whom I have to go today and where?" He nothing but keep looking at me.

"What?" I asked, he just shook his head as to mean nothing.

Handing me the client file said, "This is the man you have to go with, he will be sending his car to pick you up at 7.30 in the evening and other details in the file."

"Hmm, okay!"

"Why do you look so troubled?″ He asked me, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Huh? Nothing, just an absurd dream, can't get it out of my head. Anyway, thank you, will take your leave." I said while heading to the door.

"Okay. Good luck. Dress something sexy as you always do." Biding him goodbye for the day with a smile.

David is a boss cum friend of mine. He is a builder, but secretly he provides escort girls to rich people. I trust him; he has saved me from the hellhole, my dark past. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't know where I would have been now. He gave me a small apartment to live there, gave me a pretty much normal life to live. Being an escort is good if that is what gives me a good living. Attend parties with some rich man, be there by their side, just look good, smile, flirt with them and that's all I had to do. No sex and no dirty business were included in my contract. Not that I am happy with this kind of job either, I mean a high school dropout student wouldn't get a good job right? After all, I have a sick mother to look after. After dad had left us, her mental health went down. She is in a mental health facility for now.

Reaching home, I started rummaging my closet as to what to wear. Every time the client sends me a dress, but the dress wasn't sent to me; So I had to wear something from my closet. Just I remembered I have a purple slit dress which David gave to me as my birthday gift. I decided to wear that. I went through the file, and he represents some old stager but too much loaded. Further reading, favorite color - purple? I laughed hysterically. Why this had to be so important? And I was going to wear a purple dress. What a striking coincidence!

I didn't feet like attending this party, these absurd thoughts kept swirling in my mind. I never felt like this before, ever. Shaking away the anxious thoughts, focused solely on looking good, I started to get ready.

After some time I heard the doorbell ring. This must be the person I am going with. Opening the door, a tall man in an adverse suit, in his 40s was stood at the door reverently.

"Ma'am, I am here to pick you up. Mr. Tedmei informed me to get you; he will meet you directly at the Santora Palace."

Wow, the chivalry of this man was amazing!

"Follow me, ma'am." I merely stared at him for a few seconds, then followed him to the car. The ride to the palace was quite long as Santora Palace is far away from the modern town.

Upon reaching the magnificent palace, I got down from the car and as I bobbed my head to the right, Mr. Tedmei was exactly on time to join me as if his car followed me the whole ride. He scanned me from top to bottom, and undoubtedly had the predator looks in his eyes ready to attack his prey any moment he would instantly get. He slid his deft hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him, but his face was exactly looking at the paparazzi.

"Smile, that's what you are getting paid for." So much politeness at the first meet. I merely smiled, didn't utter a word. I was uncomfortable, heck I was never comfortable, but I earned because of this. We started walking towards the grand door. I didn't know how this night was going to be. Fingers crossed.

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Greetings,

I hope you have/had a good day. :)

Can you recall your last dream? What was it?