Rich Boy

Hustling Is Art

I moved towards a man in a fancy navy blue suit in the back, sipping a glass of expensive champagne.

There was an unevenness in the carpet in front of me and I tripped on it right in front of the man and he luckily caught me. "Woah, there, you gotta be careful. A fragile thing like you could easily get hurt." He said with a thick British accent. I smiled and offered him my hand. "Sabrina Willows. Nice to meet you." And he took my hand and shock it gently. "John Walker." He looked me up and down indiscreetly and smirked.

I noticed that I had spilled his glass of champagne on him so I grabbed a couple napkins and started rubbing on the spot. "Oh, I'm so so sorry about your suit, I'll pay the dry cleaning bill, I'll..." He grabbed the hand that was doing the rubbing and pulled me closer to him. "Don't worry about this rubbish suit, I'm sure there are...other ways to make it up to me that doesn't involve money." I smirked and put my arm around his neck and neared his ear. "Just show me the way."

He gave me his extra hotel room key and when he did I noticed a diamond ring on his finger. What a dog. "Meet me in room 506 in ten minutes." He whispered, his breath stinking with the smell of alcohol and winked before he walked away, probably off to get another drink since I had spilled his. I decided that it would be better not to wait the ten minutes and go directly up to his room. I hate waiting.

After five minutes I got to the hotel room, I got lost a couple times, I pushed the key into the hole and when it opened I smiled. Bingo. I pushed the door fully open to reveal a fancy and expensive suite and I went to a big mirror framed by gold colored wood. I pulled out my rose red lipstick, I noticed a nice silver watch on the counter by the bed and went to inspect it. "Nice watch, huh?" I heard someone behind me say and I turned around. John stood there with a smirk on his face and I smiled. "Yeah, it looks expensive, where did you get it?" He walked closer to me with confident strives and took the watch out of my hand and wrapped it around my wrist. "Maybe, after this we could go on a date again?" We were chest to chest by now. Yeah, sure. What he intited me to was a 'date'.

I smiled and pushed him onto the bed. "Wait." I said and went to my purse and took out a pair of handcuffs and dangled them in front of him. "It's always the people you never expect." He smirked, again. He swiftly took his jacket and button up shirt off and I took his right arm and hooked it with the handcuffs to the bed post, locking the clasp tightly. "Now, I just have to use the bathroom but I'll be back soon." He opened his mouth to protest, clearly unwilling to stay hooked to the bed without entertainment but I smiled and walked I way. I passed the bathroom and went to the main door and opened it and walked out of the hotel room.

Hah! That guy was dumb. I mean, I had to talk to him for like five minutes, five! Before he wanted to sleep with me. A diamond ring and a watch, both super expensive! I am one lucky lady. And he never even saw it coming. Like stealing candy from a child.

I was skipping dow the hallway, hurrying back to the party 'cause those handcuffs were cheap and frail when I skipped into a wall and fell on my butt. I looked up and noticed that the wall had legs and feet. The person looked down at me with a gaze filled with impatience. He was tall and muscular and I almost started drooling over him.

"I'm so sorry, sir," I stood up and brushed myself off and thought, maybe I could pull off two hustles in a night?

"Oh, it seems I got some lipstick on you, sir!" I pulled out some napkins from my purse and gently scrubbed on the stain over his strong chest. I smiled up at him, trying to get eye contact but his gaze was stuck on something on the floor, I followed his gaze and saw the stolen ring. "Oops," I said and was about to grab it but he took it before I had the time to. "Where did you get this?" He said in a deep voice.

"It's mine." I said and tried to grab it from his fingers but he pulled it away just in time. "No, it's not." I was getting frustrated, how could he know it was not mine? It's just a freaking ring! It looks like any other god damned diamond ring! "What do mean? Of course it's mine!" He rolled his eyes. "No, it's not. This ring belongs to my friend John Walker, it even has his initials." He showed me the inside of the ring that had a J.W. on it. Fuck. This has never happened before, all it takes is one time and you're doomed for life. I can't lose hustling, it's the only thing I'm good at. Math and science and all that stuff is useless and totally not for me.

I smiled like the dumb girl I'm portraying for the evening and did a small laugh that sounded so fake it made my skin crawl. "Oh no, it seems I may have confused Mr. Walkers ring with mine, I better return it." I said and held out my hand, expecting him to put the ring in my hand which he didn't. "No, I'll do it. Do you want me to return his watch as well?" He said and ran a hand through his short black hair. My jaw hit the floor, who was this dude? Sherlock Holmes? How could he-oh fuck. He must've seen it when I opened my purse. I mentally face palmed.

I started backing away. "I should probably go." I smiled all to wide and started sprinting. "Hey wait!" The man called from behind me and I heard fast footsteps coming from behind me. He was quick and my dress was far too uncomfortable to run in but luckily I didn't choose the six inch heels today.

"Stop!" He was catching up to me in an alarming speed. There was a food cart in the hallway with a couple of wine glasses on it and I grabbed them and smashed them on the floor behind me. I looked behind me and he was still running but had slowed down.

I made it to the elevators and jumped into one pressed the close button several times. Come on, come on, come on! The man were nowhere in sight when the doors finally closed. Maybe he gave up?

The elevator reached the bottom floor and I was ready to quickly move through the crowd and leave the party. As the doors opened my heart stopped, the man was standing there, probably having rubbed down the stairs. Well, it's either that or he flew down which I more than hope isn't true 'cause then I'll be obliterated.

"Hey." I said with an unnaturally high voice and dragged out the 'Y'.

I am fucked.