Money Grubbing Whore

    Forgive me for being jittery. I’ve been driving through blizzards for the last three hours, having consumed nothing but Red Bull and Tim Hortons. Today is Alison’s One Year Anniversary, and I’m getting the fuck out of dodge. 

    This last week has been unusual. I have grossed more this week than any other week before, doing better on a daily basis than I do most saturdays, and it’s mainly been just two clients. The good/bad thing about it is they’ve all been multi hour calls, so I pay the same fee, make more, and less is on the books. I don’t usually really try to hide my cash, and I don’t want this much on record (ie in the bank). Because I’m heading out of town, I’m a little nervous keeping it in it’s usual spot, so I’ve put it in a zippy and duct taped it to the back of something awesome. I kind of feel like a drug dealer. Ha Ha. My best friend, June, says I should walk into the university’s registrars office and pay them with a zippy of cash. Mmm, I don’t think I want to feel like that much of a drug dealer. 

    I’ve seen Mr. Texas three times this week. He went home for Thanksgiving, and I guess he missed me while I was gone. 

    I also have a new regular. His name is Brad. He's in his mid 50's and works as an engineer for the mines in the Arctic. I don’t really like him. We spend most of our time lying in bed talking with his hand resting shakily on my breast. I find it exhausting, well not exhausting, but very taxing. That’s why I’m leaving town. I had lunch with my mom yesterday, and she said she’s never seen me looking so tired. 

   I’ve seen him almost every day this week. He pays me extremely well, way more than what’s required. I feel like we've exhausted all conversation though. So I’ll ask him some random questions, and that will send him off talking for five or ten minutes, then I’ll come up with another arbratray question. I asked him about his childhood, and he told me that his brother and him fought a lot. Through the five days of talking, I’ve learned that his brother is six years older than him. 

    “Seriously? There was that much of an age difference, and your brother still beat you up? That’s not right!” I tell him, with sympathy in my voice. 

    “Well he did until I stepped up to him, then he knew not to mess with me any more. Boy, my parents were mad about that!” He chuckles. 

    “What did you do?” I ask, thinking he was going to tell me a story of a mean prank he pulled or something.

    “I threw a pot of boiling water at him.”
    “You what?!? Are you kidding? Of course your parents were mad! How old were you?” I left out the ‘what the fuck!’

    “I was ten. Oh yeah, my Dad took off his belt for that one, but my brother never touched me again. Oh, he wasn’t hurt that bad, he didn’t have to go to the hospital or anything. But he never touched me again.” 

    Fuck. 

    Later on we were talking, and he tells me, “Probably the most traumatic thing that happened to me as a kid, was when I was six, I got polio. I was hospitalised for a few months, but it took two years to learn to walk again.”

    “Wait a second.” I say, connecting the pieces, “So your brother was beating up a kid in a wheel chair six years younger than him?” 

    “Well, yeah, until I threw that pot of boiling water at him. He never touched me after that. It was just sibling rivalry though, it was normal.” 

    I didn’t know where to go with this. That shit is not normal. Fuck. I am not a therapist, so I said, “Mmmm-hmm,” and continued to pet his chest hair. Fuck. 

    I’ve spent ten hours with this guy in the last week. I haven’t spent that much time with any of my friends combined. Exhausting. I think I’m turning into an introvert. 

    He wants to take me away on vacation. Usually that's not up for discussion, but he wants us to go to the tourist town an hour away that I've mentioned a few times. I could take my own car. From what I hear from other girls, you can really call your own shots for this sort of thing. Like having your own room, bringing a friend, having an allowance on top of your wage... That sort of thing. 

As for what my wage would be, I have no idea. Some girls post that on line so I'll have to research it. You know the whole bogo concept, buy one, get one, or buy three or get one, whatever...? I feel the opposite with my job. The more time I spend with a client the more I want to charge them. The more time I spend with them the harder it is to maintain Alison, and frankly Realme just doesn't care that much. He keeps talking about how money isn't an issue though. He told me how he took an ex-girlfriend to Macau to a casino where the minimum bet was $8K. So I'll figure out what is standard then add 30%. It won't be until March anyway, if it ever happens. He brings it up all the time. He brings up his money all the time too. All the time. 

    Right now, I’m feeling like there’s no way in hell would I go. I’ve given him all Alison’s got. I don’t want to spend another minute with the guy. I know my time with him is just two hour increments, but they feel like forever. I just don’t think I could spend a weekend with him. If I were to change my mind, I think I would charge him $15K. I haven’t really looked into what other girls charge, but I see that as a nice number. 

    As for Mr. Texas, I’ve seen him three times this week. I like him alright. He’s a gentle spirit. I discovered exactly what he wants a while back. He wants a little girl. He loves it when I curl up in his lap and tell him about the silly little things in my life. I really play the princess around him. Take care of me. As I mentioned I’m going back to school, I start classes in January, and although there is no real status updates in that yet, he always asks. Every time I see him, he promises to pay for my tuition. Like all of it. 

    “I want to pay for your school,” He tells me, “I want to see you happy, and following your dreams.” I almost believe him. Ha ha. I just don’t how or when to collect. I suck at this! Ha ha. 

     That’s the thing that him and Brad have in common. They talk about their money all the time. “Money is something I’ve never had to worry about,” is Brads token line, and “I’m not that smart, I’ve just made some good decisions, and got lucky,” is Mr. Texas’. They’ve both repeated it countless times. But I’m not a money grubber. I don’t care how much money you make. If you wanna be flashy about it, friggen pay me more. Then I’ll care, but I’m not going to chase it. I don’t know how. I am so not a player. The other night I actually googled, “How to be manipulative” Ha ha ha, maybe I’m in the wrong industry.