Chapter 3 Choices in the shadows

After finishing up, I turned the shower off and stepped out, desiccating off and belting the kerchief around me while I blew-dehydrated my hair. After I was done, I went out and sat down on my pad.

My eyes caught the presence of my bag as I did. Indeed though I kept telling myself that I shouldn't , I couldn't support reaching through and grabbing it, searching for the card that Chloe had given away to me.

Eventually, I set it up. I held it closer to my face, studying it intensively.

This card did not look any more non-identical than any other business card that I'd discerned. It was acceptably laminated, with pink at the top and undyed at the bottom. There was no business name on it, only a hallmark of a guard with a brand through it. A name and number were penned on the reverse, although the name was kind of strange to me.

Allison Hebron.

Weird name, I thought as I sat down.

I demurred my bare legs, my mind running through everything that was presently passing in my life. Dead-ends, crappy apartment, overdue bills. I did not see how the Hell I was ever gonna catch up at this point, and it did not support that I was missing half a stipend right now. Other than grabbing some food at the restaurant, I could not get to feed myself. I was stuck in what smelled like a bottomless circle of nobody.

My eyes drifted to the card that I had set down beside me. Oh yes, it was surely a demeaning thing, but did I've much of a liberty then? If effects kept going like this, I might also end up as one of those people in the alley, floundering for anything and everything.

Perhaps, precisely formerly. After all, Chloe was right. Coitus did not have to mean anything, and if there was no threat in it, it would not hurt anything either. I desperately demanded plutocrats. I could swallow a little fleck of glory for it.

Consequently, I decided to give this a pass. It was after eleven, but this position might still take my call, esteeming the business they were running.

I picked up the card and my cell phone but dithered on telephoning the number. It took me a lot of trouble before I eventually was able to smash the call actuator too. Putting the phone to my observation, I heeded it ring many moments before it was picked up.

" Hello, Elysian. " A woman's voice spoke.

Had I called the wrong number? I was not sure, but I decided to give it a pass.

" Um, yeah, hello, " I replied, serving my best to sound polite, " I'm calling because a crony gave me this card and told me about a job opportunity for youthful women. Do I have the right number? "

The woman did not vacillate in replying to me, " Ah yes, you do. You're calling about conceivably meeting with one of our guests for a night, accurate? "

" Yeah. What would I have to do to perhaps try at least one night? Would I still get paid if it was only one? " I asked her.

" Yes, " the woman reacted, " You'll be paid for any nights you work, and while it can vary with the customer, the moderate threshold is at a thousand a night. "

My eyes got monumental as I heard that. A thousand a night? I did not make that in a month!

"Still, are you also available to come by my department here in the morning? We can do the interview and take care of all necessary paperwork, and if the effects work out, If you're truly interested in working out with us. " The woman lasted.

That sounded presto, but I decided to agree. After all, I was hopeless.

" Sounds good. What time and where do you want me to come by? "

" Why don't you come around 11: 00? We're located at 11297 22nd Road. Come into the structure and you'll know Celestial's totem on the door. It's the same as the card. You may enter right down, and we will get started with your interview. "

" Alright. Thank you very much. " I replied as I scratched the information down on the reverse of the card.

" You're veritably welcome. We look forward to seeing you. "

I hung my head as I rounded that call. There was no taking this back, nor would I want to. However, indeed for one night also, it could break all of my immediate plutocrat effects If it worked. However, also consequently be it, If it took my body down for a night.

It was tough. I was a survivor.

At least, that was what I told myself as I lay down and goggled at the darkened line. A nudnik absconded me, and I closed my eyes as the prostration set in full manpower.

No sense in overthinking it now. I'd get some rest, and deal with what I had to do in the morning.

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The sidewalk was crowded as I headed towards 22nd Road. It was mid-morning the next day, and though my heart was beating with expectation, I was trying my earnest best to keep a neutral expression.

Indeed with the buzz of the people and buses around me, I swore I could hear the click of my heels on the sidewalk. It was a habitual sound that I could concentrate on in vain trouble to keep my mind off of what I was getting ready to get into.

My morning had started with unease languishing in my mind. I woke up around nine, pulling myself out of the pad and realizing that I had fallen asleep in my kerchief. The card was also sitting beside me, a stark memorial of the discussion and consensus I'd made the night ahead.

I'd picked it up and glanced at the address, also gotten up to know what I could break. I guessed that I should break the commodity on the nicer side for this. No sense in making a bad print precisely because I was serving this in a shot for the plutocrat I poorly demanded.

I rounded up putting on a nice sheath that I'd picked up at one of the Providence stores. It was one of those stupendous finds that infrequently popped up. Consequently I had not been suitable to pass it up.

The dress was light, filthy, and fit acceptably as I set it on. I headed into the restroom subsequently, taking my time to brush my hair and make sure my maquillage appeared nice.

I allowed out a long breath when I was perfected. Yes, I appear nice now. Hopefully, it would be enough to make a decent print.

The only brace of heels I had were plain vanilla black, but they appeared nice enough, and I left my apartment at around ten-thirty wearing them. Not the most comfortable option, but I had to look nice in every way.