Desire For Business

To be a cat, you must meow correctly

Since my fathers findings, I had moved from that intital apartment to the one I am in now. I told my father the day after my move-in that it was a bunch of Asian Porn magazines and that I rid the package in the large trash bags in a the huge dumpsters at the back of apartments, in the middle of the night. In reality what I had found, was a 5 foot high 2 foot wide, ounce organized, vacuum sealed packaged Marijuana and about 30 bottles of 300 pills per bottle of prescription pain killers. My instincts were right, I wanted in the game and it was gifted to me.

Since I was younger I was able to keep a good front. Dress well, speak well,  keep educated at both street smarts and book smarts but mostly keep professionalism in everything. During my summer of saving up money before moving to my first apartment and the findings of this glorious, illicit income generating package. I had a bundle of jobs. My parents, thought  I worked at a Gap which my bestfriend actually did work at and would cover for me. She was 5 years older than me and we met in high school. I was a freshman and her a senior. The kids my age and hers were a bore to us. So we had each other. We sneaked into parties, did drugs with local band and lived our teens like we were in our 20's.

However, I wasn't working at Gap instead, I was a model for web-cam show, you could block certain states in which I did block my own, of course. I worked for a company doing dirty talk, worked for a dating escorts where I accompanied wealthy, older men to company parties, award ceremonies etc but it never went past that. Many had offered thousands even hundreds of thousands for a sexual encounter, all in which I refused and always had a security button which would contact the company to send for help. I never needed to use the button and grew a regular clientele which became useful when later stumbling upon my beached income. These men treated me well and always called me whenever they needed me. Most of them were out of state, even out of country. Some were of good company and a joy to be around. Others had rules like no smoking, always wear stocking other bullshit like that. It was worth it though, nothing too degrading. Just normal womanizing. Sometimes I would get to go to Hawaii for the weekend (which Krisia covered for me when it came to my parents, even though I had barely just turned 18), They would take me shopping, buy me exspensive outfits they'd want me to wear, give me jewelry and almost always gave me an extravagant tip outside company's knowledge. They sometimes made me rehearse conversations about their success "back home", stories of things we did, auctions we won, awards they received. I am almost certain, most of them were lies, they just wanted to impress those around them and have their arm candy be their witness so they were believable.

When doing my other jobs in-between, Krisia would let me stay at her house that she shared with her sugar daddy. This was definitely useful for the website cam business because I looked like an official star. It was a chic penthouse. The jobs paid well, but gave me such a different view on men. They were all lustful creatures willing to pay or do anything if you get them hot enough. It was animalistic. It was sad if I thought about it enough. I mostly thought of the many women who were at home or at work while I was being indulged by their husbands. I guess I didn't feel as guilty because I never did more than kiss and even that was numbered and at extra cost if it included tongue. It wasn't much of an issue anyways because these men wanted others to be convinced I wasn't bought. So with the package coming around that time,  my companions of that job and word of mouth made my side business grow big and fast. Too fast, too soon and I began to worry. I decided if I was going to be true to the game I needed a client cleanse. Only keep customers that weren't ever in trouble with the law, obviously nobody under 18, people who were regulars not "once every 3 months", people of class and not to be thought of being associated with anything like that. I would change my work number every month. I would even go into different cities to get different area codes when changing my number. Nobody ever came to my house and I never did a stop, pay and drop. It was a; meet for lunch or money dropped in certain areas near their homes and the goods placed elsewhere. No homes with security cameras and that method of transfer was rare. I carried a magazine that sold make up when in public place so I could openly receive the money and give the product in a bad with the logo of the brand matching the magazine. I was overly-catious And most importantly, I always kept it professional.

Well it is Friday and its been two days since I have seen the "threatening" guy in the green truck. I am running a little early this morning since my Krisia spent the night and she was a pretty fucked up on who knows what, and I couldn't sleep for fear she'd overdose. I know it wasnt just alcohol. Once I heard her throw up, I felt at ease which was an hour before I was to wake up to get ready for work. So I know I'd be more tired if I slept for only an hour than remained awake and kept well caffienated. So I did just that.

I jumped up after her, waited til she was done throwing her brains up and pulled her in the shower with me and washed her hair and used a loofah with some designer body wash that would over power any sort of party off of her. My hand-held shower head became useful. I scrubbed her back and took her hands into mine so she'd wash her chest I would just direct her hands, she dropped her arms to her side and hung her head in defeat, she was crying. I continued to bathe her and neither of us were uncomfortable, we loved each other like sisters. I wrapped a Egyptian cloth robe around her, sat her on the toilet and got a wet wipe to remove the dripping black under her eyes. I jumped back in the shower and finished getting myself clean.

She must've crawled back in bed while I was showering. So I left out some sweatshirt and pants that were from PINK by VS on the bed next to her. She was fast asleep in my bed. I whispered "I love you beautiful girl and this pain soon shall pass" she reached out her arm to hug me. I was standing so I bent down and just kissed her hand. I felt at ease knowing she was this alert and watching her like this for this long was upsetting so off to work I went.

This time I wore an all black dress with a large open V cut that met about 6 inchs above my butt and the dress stopped right above my knee's. It was barely appropriate and I knew I would get some side glance or comment from my boss so I skipped the red lip stick and went with a smoky eye and a matte nude lipstick. I matched the beautiful dress with some booties that were half leopard print from the heel to the middle of the shoe and the rest to the top a suede black.

I parked in my normal parking space, where I do my usual make up, sip my coffee and bath in perfume after smoking my cigarette, before exiting the car. It was 45 minutes before I was supposed to clock in so I didn't. I texted my boss told her I was there, turned off the alarm and got ahead on my opening duties. It was 15 minutes before I could officially clock in, which meant it'd be an hour before teachers showed up and two hours before students. I step out the front of the building turn on the alarm but leave the front door of the building unlocked. I was always paranoid about people sneaking in through the back door. I lean against the column that is one of 4 that are in front of the building. I spark up a cigarette and call Krisia to check on her. She answers "I am alive, go back to work, I love you" "click" She knew me well.
Once you're in my heart you can not escape, which can be blessing and curse. I am loyal and worry as a mother would. Which is why not many are in there. By now I have my one arm crossed around my ribs with my phone in my hand and I rest my elbow on that hand and take a drag. I hear a humming of an engine. I look and see nothing. I don't change my reactions and remain calm. My intuitions were letting me know my "threat" has returned because this would be around the normal time I would be at work.
I continue smoking my cigarette until it is finished, go back inside turn off the alarm and turn it back on (45 seconds to exit) grab my car keys and return to my car to re-bathe in perfume to remove all cigarette smell. Though I smoked, I hated smelling like it. I put b&bw sweet pea sanitizer on my hands and a life saver in my mouth. I step out my car look towards the building and there is that beautiful specimen of a man....waiting for me at the door of the school. I close the car door, hit the alarm button and walk fiercely, with my head up towards him its a 27 second walk and I am ready for it..for what?....I don't know but I will take it head on