Follow Up

      Well, the job wasn't bullshit. I was surprised. My day has been full of surprises. They tell us that they're going to pick us up in the limo near down town. I head in that direction and when I'm almost there, I get a call and they've changed the pick up location to a strip joint in the south. No big deal I guess. I was going to be the first one there, so the other girl asked that I get the money sorted out with them while we wait for them to arrive. I am not super cool with this. With multi-girl calls, I don't go in until everyone is there. I don't care where it is, it's not my job to entertain multiple men under any context. I'm the first one there, and I take the time to clean the inside of my car.
     The other girls arrived together shortly after and, to my surprise the third girl was Ange. Ange was the friend I had that introduced me to the agency. Ange and I used to be really good friends, then she crossed a major line, which ended our friendship. After several months, we made up (we have all the same friends, it's hard to avoid each other) and it wasn't long before she did the exact same thing again. Fool me once... I told her never to talk to me again. She'd hurt me bad.
     I thought she had quit the business, but I guess not. Game face time.  If I can fake it with the men, I can fake it with her too. We go into the club, and they're not there. Lisa orders a shot of tequila, Ange a beer, and I go to the washroom. I don't know how much we're going to be expected to drink tonight, I'm certainly not going to start early. Lisa phones them, and they're on there way. Ange and I place our bets. We both think it's going to be bullshit. It wasn't though. We go out to the parking lot and there's the limo with the driver waiting to open the door for us.
    "I guess you'll do," he says in a thick Russian accent.
    "Excuse me?!" Ange says indignantly.
    "Damn straight we will!" I tease. Tone and confidence is everything. This guy can go fuck himself.
    
     The three guys were in their late 40's and none of them were overly attractive. Just super average. Time to go to work. Drinks for everyone, laughs, teasing, and time to get the money. Lisa is a fucking shark. She was all over that shit. It was amazing.
     And the limo, it was fucking weird. You know how you can't see in a limo from the outside because they're tinted. These windows weren't tinted. They were just blacked out. I tried to roll one down, and that didn't work.
    "Do the doors open?!" I exclaim, slightly panicked. Yes. No worries. But when the driver rolled up the patrician, it was like we were in a black tube with flashing party lights. This would be a concern if we were going anywhere. But we weren't. We just parked behind a gas station. Super classy.
    Speaking of super classy, the driver. Fuck. What a guy. He looked like a Russian gangster. Complete with the Frankinstein scar across his jaw. He had no qualms opening the door while we were working to check on things or bring ice or lower the patrician for what ever reason. As a result, I had no qualms leaving our used condoms for him. He was such a skeeze ball. We were all dressed again by the time we got back to the club.
     "Alright. Get out." He says to us as he opens the limo door. He was so rude, I just looked at him dismissivly and returned to attending to my man. I'm going to listen to the person paying me, not this fuckwad.
    As for the actual job, it ended up being two hours, not three or four, and dinner was not included. I'm super glad I ate prior. But let me tell you, I was fucking amazing at my job tonight. The two girls looked like hookers, I looked like a sexy lawyer. The least attractive of the three picked me first, which frankly really didn't bother me. You've got three moderately unattractive men, who cares which one is the best looking.
     We got our flirt on pretty good, and he became very interested in my plunging neckline and what was going on under that long pencil skirt of mine. He starts tugging at my buttons.
    "You're not going to make be be the only one naked here are you?" I joked. Please don't make me be the only one naked in this limo. I prolonged it as much as I could by taking the skirt off, and unbuttoning my blouse, leaving my thigh-highs, and white panties and bra on. That lasted only for a little while, and before long all that was left were my thigh-highs. I was the only one naked for about 15 minutes. It bothered me a little, but not too much. The girls knew I was just doing my job. They were naked soon enough anyway. We all ended up fucking in this limo. Have I mentioned how weird I think it is that men do this?

    The three of us went for dinner afterwards. I didn't want to, but I'd told Lisa I'd drive her home. Lisa was really drunk, and continued to drink excessively at the restaurant. It was an upscale restaurant, and they were getting rowdy. It was starting to get embarrassing.
    At one point Lisa looked at me and said, "Are you feeling over-whelmed and claustrophobic?"
    "Yes." What else could I say, I was. Several things had happened today, each were like a kick to the gut, and I was done being Alison. I wanted to go home.
     Lisa went to the washroom, and Ange took that opportunity to corner me.
    "You know I still love you. {as a friend, we were never romantic} I really miss having you in my life. I talk about you a lot."
     "Ange, I think you and I just have a very different idea of what a friend is." It was the best I could give her. I have no ill feelings towards her, no malice, but I have no idea how she would possibly think I'd let her back in my life again.
    When I left, she told me she will call me soon, I said, ok. If she does, I'm just going to be completely straight with her.
     Driving Lisa home was interesting. She seems like a really cool chic. The two of us had worked together earlier this week where I met her for the first time. I was glad for that, because tonight she was pretty drunk, and it's hard to get a read on what is the person, and what is the booze. She started working when she was 15. She's 25 now. Fuck. I couldn't imagine. But like I say, she knows how to work it. She will charge the hour rate just to show up. If you want to do anything else you have to shell out more cash. We're going for coffee this week and she's going to give me some tips. She thinks I'm awesome. Ha ha. She was impressed with me tonight. The two of them bought me dinner because I took one for the team in the limo. I let them.

As much as work has trained me to follow my gut, tonight I didn't. My gut is attached to my heart, and my heart is ever the optimist. I had to listen to my head tonight as it was the only thing that made sense. Whether I'm right, or I'm not, I'm sorry.