"Princess, you sure you still wanna go through with this?"
"Jesus Christ, Sly!" I said in exasperation. "Will you quit asking me that? Look, I said it was okay, didn't I? If I said I'd do it then dammit, I'll do it. I'll only say that I don't want to make a habit of it. And besides, this is a hell of a time to bring it up!"
Sly, if you didn't know it, is my agent. He and I are partners. We sell sex. Or to be more precise, we sell me. It's an unlikely pairing, a college-educated upscale Connecticut 'princess' and a street-raised tough guy, but it works. We've been doing this for quite a while, now, and have learned to respect one another not only for what we each bring to the enterprise but for who we are as individuals.
I mean, I appreciate how Sly finds and vets interesting clients and generally looks after me, but sometimes he can be a bit overprotective, like now.
"Okay, okay, Princess, I hear ya. I'm just a little surprised, is all, and I wanna be sure. I remember what you said before."
I calmed down a little. He means well, after all. He's a good manager and wants to keep me happy, and not just for the money I bring in.
"Yeah, Sly, I know what I said about my preferences. And look, I do appreciate your concern. But in our business, we have to be flexible, don't we?"
"Hunh. Well, Babe, you got no problems in that department," he said, leering at my trim waist and long legs.
"Ho ho. Very funny. Anyway," I said, "it's too late to change stuff now. The client'll be here soon. And yes, I really do think you should make yourself scarce. This one's likely to not appreciate you hanging around."
'This one' was certainly different for me, and part of the reason for Sly's concern. Another part was my unusual request for him to duck out. Usually when we do incalls like this in Sly's apartment, he stays around. He's a big, tough guy, and I like knowing that if anything goes pear-shaped, he'd be there to protect me. Once the guy and I get going, though, neither of us pays attention to him. If a client's really shy, Sly will stay out of sight in the next room with the door discretely ajar. Having sex with strangers is, if I'm saying anything profound, a potentially dangerous business. Still, though, adventure is a large part of what attracts me to the business. That and the sex, of course. Oh, and the money. Sure, the money's a definite plus, but I do have a regular day job with a prestigious law firm in the city that pays quite well. And besides, Sly's only had to step in a couple of times. His 'street smarts' make him very good at screening clients and letting them know ahead of time what'll happen if they step out of line. Given his size, they listen.
We chatted for a while, waiting for the client. It felt a little strange for me to be sitting there in street clothes. Usually I'm dressed in my 'working' clothes, a sheer teddy, black stockings and heels. Sly's pretty used to it by now, though I know damned well he enjoys watching me walk around in it.
The appointed time came and passed. About fifteen minutes later, the bell rang. Sly gave me a look and when I scowled at him, left the apartment by the rear door. I pressed the admittance button, and a few minutes later there was a knock on the front door. I opened it.
She probably could have been quite pretty, in an understated way, though she wore too much makeup, and her obvious nervousness didn't help. She was young, probably in her early twenties. She was dressed rather conservatively in a white blouse, tan skirt, and moderate heels. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail.
"I'm Darla. I'm sorry I'm late," she said, alternately looking at me and the floor. "I stood by the doorbell for a long time, trying to decide."
"Honey, that's okay. I didn't mind waiting for you. Come on in."
She looked around carefully before entering. "It's just us," I said. "My agent's out for the night. Here, have a seat."
I sat her on the couch and then joined her. "Can I fix you a drink?"
"Oh yes, please. Maybe a whiskey? Just ice."
I poured her a moderate drink. I didn't want her to get looped, and the way she was, it probably wouldn't have taken much.
