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- Posted: Fri, 18 Jul 2014 22:06:22 +0000
- "Come on, darlin', one more time before you disappear from my life." a husky voice called from the opposite side of the bed. He was a good looking man, although he was clearly desperate.. like most overly hyped males. But the blonde didn't pick her Johns just because of their looks, in truth if the money was good enough that was all that really mattered; a decent appearance was just a minor perk. However, tonight was not a night spent with one of her regulars. On slow nights, the blonde frequented bars and clubs; getting attention from all kinds of bachelors, lonely folk, and desperate fools. And typically after a few hours and a few drinks, most guys were into the idea of a call girl. From what she had gathered it seemed to be something on nearly every guy's bucket list. Why Americans seemed to find the concept so taboo she'd never fully understand, but so long as the money came rolling in she wasn't about to start asking questions. As for her selection process, she typically looked to make sure that the men looked unthreatening, like they had money, and had nothing on them to indicate they were associated with an organization; albeit the police or a gang. She prided herself all her life on being a good judge of character and in the profession she was able to put it to pretty good use.
The male was reaching for her with his hands, saying sweet things to try to entice her to stay. Letting out a sigh as she slipped into her red dress, she lazily looked over her shoulder. "Be serious, you couldn't afford it." Tessa retorted with a flirtatious smirk and then slowly stood up; they both knew she was right. The male had told her he nearly wiped out his bank account just for the few hours they spent together that night. This particular customer was her third customer of the night and a southern frat boy, visiting the 'Big City' for the first time with some of his 'brothers' or whatever. After only one drink and hearing her exaggerated British accent, he was sold. "But honestly poppet, I'm so exhausted. I've got to rest up. I left you my number just there, if you or your friends are looking for a bit more fun tomorrow night." Tessa added, as she gestured to the bedside table; it was a polite gesture and the number went to her second cell phone, not that she expected the poor boy to call. To the male it would be his souvenir from this trip. She then spent the next few minutes arranging herself and gathering up her few things. She checked her purse several times, just to make sure all the money was there and both of her phones.
"You don't have to scurry off so quick, darlin'. I don't mind if ya hang about." The male tried as he sat up in the bed. The blonde did everything she could not to laugh, while maybe this was him attempting some 'southern charm' to her he sounded like a little kid. But she was immune to most sweet words she heard on the job, honestly it made her feel nauseous. Why waste your breath if you've already had your way? It seemed pointless. Forcing a smile, the British girl sauntered over to the male and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Sweet offer, but I've really got to be off." Tessa said, slightly frustrated because he was being almost too insistent. But before he could open his mouth, or try to put on pants, she rushed out the door and away from the cheap motel. She always made sure to go to this particular one because she knew the owner; a gentle sixty something year old woman who was once in the same profession. It was already 5am, with the morning sky beginning to light with the sun's slow return to the sky. She needed to be home. She was tired from a late night of pretending, it was time she catch up on her rest.
It could be over sooner, if she were willing to take taxis, but for whatever reason she preferred walking whenever she could. There was something pleasant about the morning air, it cleared her head and put her at a slight ease. Less people were on the street at this time and even if people did see her, she just looked like any other girl who had a one night stand. A much more preferable option than the truth; the truth could get her arrested or worse. As she walked, she passed by shops that were opening and grocers getting in fresh produce. About fifteen minutes later, she finally arrived at the apartment she shared with her friends. Not wanting to wake anyone up, she slipped into the bathroom and took a quick cold shower, another inexplicable ritual. Well, not the shower part.. but the cold part. She took her time, letting the water rinse away the work of the night. Some time later, she emerged from the bathroom and headed straight into her bedroom. She'd be happier once she got some sleep.
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Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. The female's first cellphone kept vibrating on the bedside table. With a tired yawn, the blonde leaned over and grabbed her phone from the table. She hoped it'd be Teddy, but it was just her parents. While it seemed that most females in her position had no contact with their parents, she still did. Her parents were set on having her come back home to resume her role as their suitable daughter. They didn't know the specifics of what she was doing, obviously, but they still contacted her several times a week. She couldn't go back and pretend to be their perfect child, especially when it was so clear that she could never really was to begin with. The promise of her trust fund and that things would be 'different' meant nothing to her. They were just lies. Rolling her eyes, she exited the messages from her father and opened up a new one to her ex-client, now boyfriend. It was a change, but he was the only client she had ever had that made her feel something. Typically while 'working' she felt empty.. or tired at best. With him it was different. Granted she had very little experience of relationships, there was something there.. she just couldn't explain what exactly it was..
To: Teddy
From: Tessa
I'm alive!
Will I see you today?
Tessa wasn't the best at the relationship talk, but she was trying and that was something right? She slowly got out of bed and walked over to her vanity. Her hair was wild and her eyes had small bags under them from the lack of sleep. As she assessed herself she noticed a hickey on her left shoulder and let out a sigh. 'Oh right that did happen..' She thought as she poked the purple-pink mark. Her second client had done that and she charged him an extra bit of money for it; afterall her body was what she sold and who would want her if she was covered in hickeys? After a moment, she heard the television and some voices coming from the next room. Somebody was awake! And that was welcome news to her, it was about time she talk to someone who she didn't have to be paid to like. Throwing on her robe, she opened the door and walked into the main room to see Abigale and Aria. "I got a hickey last night!" Tessa exclaimed as she entered the room and gestured at the mark, they would understand how inconsiderate that was. She mentally sighed relief, it was always good to see them in the morning and know they were safe. Strolling over to the kitchen, she went straight to the fridge and peered in. "Is it still morning? Should I make breakfast for us? Or should be eating something more like lunch?" Tessa asked, looking over her shoulder to her roommates.
:: Where ⇢ The Apartment :: With ⇢ Gale & Aria ::Mood ⇢ Neutral :: Outfit ⇢ x ::