Mirage - Alice Tribue Page 0,24
this kind of thing every day. I glance down at my cell phone, which has now lit up with a text from Nathan.
Nathan: Where are you?
I bring my attention back to Mr. Schilling, ignoring Nathan’s text for the time being. It’s not like I can explain exactly where I am and what I’m doing anyway.
“I received it. Thank you.” He’s referring to the non-disclosure agreement I have everyone fill out before I’ll so much as think about speaking with them regarding my business.
“Word of mouth tells me that what you have is really special.”
He’s right on both accounts. Word of mouth over the years has spread like wildfire, building my business up to a multimillion-dollar venture. What I do is special, it’s unique, and that’s something that I take pride in. I know how that must sound—to take pride in a business where you’re providing sex for money—but I run things with a touch of class.
“I’d like to think so. It’s all very respectable, sir.”
“It’s really a novel idea.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, sir, what exactly are you looking to get out of this?”
“I love my wife, Victoria, I honestly do- she’s given me the happiest twenty-five years of my life and three beautiful children. I couldn’t ask for more.”
“But-” There’s always a fucking but.
“But, since her cancer diagnosis last year, her sexual appetite has completely diminished.”
Wow, asshole anyone? Let's kick your sick wife while she’s down by fucking pretty, healthy, younger women.
“I completely understand what you’re saying.” Sometimes, I surprise myself with how easy it is for me to plant a fake smile on my face and make these assholes believe that I actually empathize with them. That I would feel bad for him because he’s not having sex on a regular basis when his poor wife, who is likely dealing with chemotherapy, radiation, and a possible death sentence, is too preoccupied to give it up to him. Fucking animal!
“Thank you for being so kind about it.”
“Of course. Is there a particular type of girl you’re looking for?”
“Someone petite, maybe blond.”
“That’s certainly doable. Anything else?”
“Well, uh…”
“I know this isn’t exactly the easiest conversation to have, but is there anything sexual in particular that you would like to explore with a woman? Keep in mind that the NDA works both ways, sir. Any information that you give me will only be used to match you with the right individual.”
“Well, I was hoping for someone who isn’t shy, someone who might like to take control of the situation…if you get my drift.”
“Someone who can take on the role of a dominatrix for you?”
“I’ve never done it before, but it does interest me.”
“So, you’d like to test your boundaries, try a few things, see what you like and don’t like. Give her control while you retain the power.”
“You are very good at this.”
“Thank you, sir. That’s my job.” His eyes travel up slightly having caught sight of something over my shoulder. My entire body freezes because I know that whatever it is isn’t good. I turn slowly only to come face to face with Nathan. A very angry looking Nathan, I might add.
“Nathan? What are you doing here?”
He frowns at me and speaks through gritted teeth.
“There’s an emergency back at the office and you’re needed.”
“What?” I force myself to remain calm when really I just want to rip his head off. I mean what the fuck is he doing?
“Nothing serious, I hope?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Schilling. I’m sure it’s nothing too serious but would you mind if we cut this a little short?”
“No, not at all. Go handle your issue and we’ll be in touch soon.”
“Yes, sir, we will,” I say pushing my chair back and standing up. I have just barely gotten to my feet before Nathan’s snatched my hand and is dragging me out of the restaurant like an insane Neanderthal.
“Nathan, what the hell are you doing?”
“Saving you from making a mistake.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you know who that is?”
I say nothing because anything I say will likely look bad. It is bad, it’s all bad, and there’s no way around that.
“That man is Douglas Schilling, a known drug pusher.”
“That man has a sick wife who needs my services.” I pat myself on the back for coming up with that on the spot.
“He is a liar and a known criminal; there are some people who you should not be conducting business with under any circumstance.”
“And how do you know he lied to me?”
He glares at me, looking me over