Chapter 3 Spider must never know

Roxy woke up late the next day but instead of getting out of bed to exercise and prepare for the night, she sat on her bed thinking about the previous night. She was working in an industry that forbade her to have human relations with other people.

It was strictly forbidden for her to befriend the men she was called to pleasure. Because of this, she had no permanent friends. Just a few loyal customers who she had good customer relations with.

Then there was Taz who paid a huge amount of money not for pleasure but for company. At first she was offended by his rejection, but now she found it sweet and different. She had been craving that kind of company for a long time. The pure kind, the kind of friendship where you don't feel judged but accepted and treated as a fellow human being.

The door flipped open and Spider her manager walked in, he frowned when he saw her seated on the bed,

"Do you know what time it is? Why are you still in bed?" He barked.

Everyone called him Spider because that's what he demanded to be called. Nobody knew his real name and everyone was too afraid to ask.

Roxy looked up with fear in her eyes, "I'm not feeling too well sir..."

"Do you know that you couldn't meet your target for this month? You haven't met your target for about three months, you made only 200,000 bucks when you're supposed to be making 500,000 it only means one thing. You're getting old and that's why fewer and fewer men are booking you. If you continue like this I will be forced to drop you off my team. You can go work in a brothel if you want."

She was only 22 so what did he mean by she was getting old? The only reason her customer base had dropped was because the management had greatly increased her services while she was still paid peanuts. How was that her fault?

She got out of bed and went into her closet to put on her workout clothes.

"Make sure you stay fit, nobody wants to make love to an old woman." He said with vileness.

As she struggled to put on her workout clothes The Spider remembered an important information to give her.

"Tonight you have a client, he paid for the full night and even added a huge tip. He's the first one in a long while to make full payments beforehand and even add a tip: don't go and embarrass me." He yelled and then walked out of the room.

Roxy trembled with fear, she was afraid that whoever had filed for her services would require her to do something degrading, whenever someone left a huge tip it meant that she was going to have a tough night as if her work wasn't difficult enough.

Soon the dreaded night approached, she got dressed up in clothes that would enhance her sensuality, a red cleavage-showing dress, slit all the way up her hip, then she wore her mask. She gave herself a look in the mirror.

"Roxy, I hope you're ready tonight?" She asked herself and headed out. She was driven to the location, and when her eyes saw the familiar street she beamed with smiles, this was the man who paid to have a conversation but her smile quickly faded when she remembered what Spider said.

He had said that this customer had paid a lot of money, so it could mean that Taz wasn't looking for just chit-chatting. She began to get disappointed, why did she think so highly of him? He was just like all the other customers. She slowly got out of the car and rang Taz's bell.

Taz opened it and smiled then quickly let her in, Roxy looked around, he had turned off the lights and lit some candles on the dining table he also had some dishes set on the table.

She frowned, was he into some kinky stuff? What was this man up to? Taz closed the door and said in a lowered tone.

"Last night I enjoyed our talk. I'd love us to talk some more tonight. What do you say?" Taz replied.

Roxy's eyes lit up but Taz couldn't see it behind the mask, "I will turn off the lights so we can have our conversations in pitch darkness because last night you told me your agency doesn't allow you to chat."

Roxy smiled. "You paid for the whole night. So you deserve a great conversation. Come and let's talk. What do you want to talk about?" She said, leading him to the table.

Taz sat on one side and Roxy on the other,

"You cooked?" She asked while opening the plate. "Did your wife like your cooking?"

"She did, I'm a great cook, I was her favourite cook till she caught me ordering from a Chinese restaurant." Taz recounted happily.

Roxy laughed, "Oh dear what did she do to you?"

"Ah Louisa, she laughed just like you are now, but then she started to write down some of her recipes for me." He replied.

"So did you ever cook them?" Roxie curiously asked.

"I tried them tonight, taste them and give me your opinion," he said.

Roxie opened her dish and tasted the meat sauce and fried potatoes. She nodded and gave him a thumbs-up.

"Louisa was a great cook!" She remarked.

"She was! I try her recipes from time to time and it makes me feel like she's still here." Taz replied.

She stared pitifully at him, "I'm glad you still have her recipes, she's a great cook. This food is great." She dropped one more potato in her mouth.

"You should come over so I can cook you more of her recipes," Taz replied.

"Wish that could happen but I don't think it will, my agency doesn't want me gaining any more weight and if they find out that I've been here making friends I could get in trouble."

Taz scrunched his face in confusion, "Why can't you have friends? Aren't you a human being? You're just hanging out with a friend, why should that be a problem?" He asked. He was trying to make sense of her unusual working conditions.

She frowned and her warmth faded into coldness within a matter of seconds.

"Don't ask for answers to information you won't be able to handle."

Her icy tone scared him more than the ghost stories he had heard about Louisa.

"Spider will kill me if he finds out I am making friends. So you better not let anyone hear about this" Her stern warning made Taz gulp with fear and trembling.