Comfortable Chaos

Chapter 35

Brandi
I thought you said you'd do what I want.

The more I think about Andre's idea, the more excited I am about it. He spoke exactly what I wanted to hear–that we are headed somewhere. That our lives won't be like this forever. It gives me new drive or purpose to take these appointments, even when I'm not feeling like it.

For instance, I'm not really in the mood for a new client. It's not like I'm broke with the clients I have but when Stephen Cumberbatch was put on my schedule, I decided to take it and meet him at a nearby hotel. Stephen has freckles and reddish hair. He walks through the door full of energy. Actually, I wonder if he's on drugs.

"Come on in and have a seat. Are you comfortable?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. I'm not a newbie."

I see. "Have you worked with another one of the associates at The Patton Agency?" I close the door.

He tosses his head back and laughs. "Associates...I'm used to the streets." So, he's upgraded from street walkers? No wonder he comes across so arrogant. His mannerisms are kind of rough. It makes me a little uncomfortable but I keep going with the date. He probably thinks I'll do whatever he wants. Not.

"So, Stephen. What do you want to do?" I asked.

"I don't know. What do you do?" he asked.

"It depends on what you want."

"I want the best you got."

"Do you want a massage first or get straight to the good stuff?"

"I want to get straight to the good stuff."

"Sounds good to me." I start to take off his jacket. I kissed him on the neck. He moans and laughs as if he likes what I'm doing.

"Do you have any toys?" he asked.

"Like what?"

"Hand cuffs or restraints?"

"No, I don't."

"That's what I want."

"I don't have those."

"Well, we can use a sheet or pillow case," he said.

I narrow my eyes. Why would I let him tie me up with bed setting? "I won't be doing that."

He sucks his teeth and slaps his knee. "Aww. I thought you said you'd do what I want."

"We can do something else."

"I wanna tie you up and do you from behind."

He's starting to make me uncomfortable. Something about his demeanor is more and more troubling. I can understand that he isn't used to an associate but he's too demanding for me.

"I'm sorry. I won't do that."

He grabs my arm. "I think you should."

"What? Oww. Let me go! Now!"

I struggle against him and try to shake away but he has a firm grip on my arm. He takes my arm and slams me against the wall. He tries to grab my other hand. I manage to keep it free. He gets behind me and tries to grab it. Flash backs of Chuck come back to me and I panic. I begin to shake all over and I scream. I reach back and claw. I grab some skin.

"Ahh!" he said.

I duck and start swinging. I land a few more hits and his grip on me loosens. I swing harder, knocking him off his balance. I then grab my purse and run out of the hotel door. I want to take the elevator but I'm afraid it won't open fast enough. So, I take the steps. I run as fast as I can. I finally reach the lobby and run outside looking for Shannon. I spot him to my left, parked on the other side of the street. I run to him waving my hand. When he sees me, he immediately reacts. Shannon cranks up the car and pulls forward to meet me halfway. I hop in, breathless and still scared.

It took me awhile to calm down. Thankfully, I didn't have another client right away. After Stephen, I don't think I should take any new clients. Of course, I let the office no that he should be banned but I still feel scary about it. I think that's what I'll do for the time being. I'll stick to my established clients.

Early this morning, I have an appointment with my usual, Shawn Huff. I know he's strange but I'm pretty sure he'll never hurt me. Still, I down a few drinks before the appointment to make sure I'm alright. Now, Shawn Huff and I huddle in a car, sweating it out at four o' clock in the morning. This is the first time he's ever wanted to see me so early but he said he wanted to have sex in a car blindfolded right outside his office building. Apparently, the danger of getting caught at his place of work excited him. Who am I to judge?

Shawn removes his blindfold. "This is great but you know what would be even better?"

"What?" I asked.

"If we went up to my office building."

"Won't people be coming in soon?"

"We have about an hour."

"Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"

"No. We have plenty of time. Besides, doesn't it make things more exhilarating?"

"I guess. Just give me one minute and we can go right up."

I reach in the backseat and swipe my bottle of Vodka. Shawn grabs my hand.

"I really don't like for you to smell like alcohol. Could you wait to drink?" he asked.

"I'm only taking a sip."

"Yeah, but I don't want you sloppy drunk while you're on the clock with me."

Is it he talking to me? What I drink is none of his business. "Look. As long as I can get you off, I don't see why it would matter what I drink."

"I don't like the smell on a woman."

"It's not going to smell loud. I promise."

I take a long swig of the alcohol. It feels so much better going down. Shawn sits up straight in his seat.

"Fine. Just so you know. I'm going to cut your money."

I stop chugging and put the bottle down. "What?"

"I'm not giving you full pay."

I get in his face. "That's ridiculous. If I give you what you ask, I should get all of my money."

"I asked you not to drink and you did. So I'm cutting your money."

"That's bullshit."

Shawn raises his voice. "You're on my time! You're supposed to do what I say."

"You can't control what I drink! You're crazy," I yelled.

"I can while I'm paying you."