Eight o’clock finally rolled around, and a knock on the door diverted her eyes towards the door to the room. Her heart pounded at the mystery of the unknown. Samantha walked to the door, and an older gentleman, probably in his forties, stood at the entrance.
“Are you Samantha?” he asked.
“Yes. Come in.” Poisonous didn’t miss the look of disappointment on her charge’s face. “What were you expecting, honey? Prince Charming? You have no say in this matter, dearest. You are at our whim and command, and now it’s time you earned your keep.”
The man introduced himself to Samantha. “My name is Pete. Glad to meet you.” He took a look around the suite, admiring the view. “Yep. It’s just what they promised.”
“It is nice,” Samantha commented.
“Well, for fifteen hundred bucks a night, it better be.” He perused all the amenities as she had earlier. “Say, would you like some Champagne?” he asked.
“Sure. That would be nice.” They enjoyed a drink or two, and engaged in some meaningless small talk.
“What do you do during the day,” Samantha asked.
“I’m an accountant at Ernst and Young on McKinney Street; been there for about ten years; finally moved up to Senior Management.” Pete paused, looked her over as if taking inventory of her body and then grinned. “I say we get down to the business at hand.”
“What business is that?” she asked.
“Exactly what I payed good money for: a roll in the hay.”
“Sex? Are you serious? I didn’t know that was part of our date. I’ve only just met you, and don’t know you that well…”
“Honey, I didn’t pay to be your boyfriend. I paid for good sex. And now I expect you to deliver.”
“But…but…”
He had already started removing his clothes. Done, he moved up to her, grabbed her by the shoulders and started removing her expensive dress and jewelry.
“No, Pete. I don’t want to do this…”
“Oh, you will, or I’ll take this up with your boss. Trust me, honey: you’ll be sorry.”
He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to the large bed in the master bedroom. “Now, let’s get down to some serious horizontal mambo, what do you say?”
“No…please…don’t do this…no…NO…”
Poisonous smiled, approving what she saw, then flew away.
* * *
Friday, July 4th
Tap-Tap-Tap. A knock sounded on the door at precisely eight-thirty. As promised, Roger had come to pick her up this Friday evening, when all the young and the restless usually congregated at clubs or at parties. She quivered with excitement, anticipating the events to come. The night promised to follow the pattern to a “T.”
Poisonous ran to the door. “I’ll get it. It’s for me.” She opened the door, her smile filled with eagerness for things to come. “Hi Roger. You’re very punctual. Come on in.”
Evie walked up, and looked Roger directly in his eyes, then held out her hand. “Hi. I’m Evie. I don’t believe I’ve met you before.”
Roger stood up, and shook her hand. “I’m Roger.” He looked at Evie curiously for a few moments. “Say: do you know Shane Logan?”
“Yes. Why?” Suspicious eyes bore into Roger, and her arms crossed.
“I think I saw your sister at one of his parties a few months back.”
“Yes. She went to one of his parties. But she and Shane have since broken up.”
“Oh. Sorry to hear that.”
Poisonous walked over to Evie and put her hand on her shoulder. “Aren’t you going to see Carlo soon? You should probably finish getting ready.”
“You’re right.” Evie turned to Roger. “Nice to meet you Roger.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” he said.
Evie walked away, staring at him. As soon as Evie was out of sight, she led him to the couch. Whew! That was close! “Have a seat. I’ll be right back.” His eyes bore into her as she moved towards her bedroom. Before she went in the door, she smiled back at him.
She took inventory. Perfectly sharp, pointed nails painted a blood red, to match her lipstick. A skimpy new outfit of which the hem of the skirt soared a very long distance above her knees, and a top with a ‘V’ cut neckline. In her closet hung a few more outfits that were in essence, the same look, just in different styles and textures. She laughed. “Oh, I can’t wait for the stares of men as I pass by. But my main concern right now is Roger.”
Tonight, she would have her way with Roger, one way or the other, and the game was underway in earnest.
* * *
Music pounded and young people crowded the dance floor. The patrons of The Capital Scene had started the weekend’s sybaritic mating ritual making no bones about where their hands wandered, while the drugs and the alcohol flowed freely. Poisonous soaked in the atmosphere. She and Roger danced—during which she made sure her eyes never left his. She smelled his aura, seeing if there was anything interesting about his personality. He seemed to have questionable business practices, which she found very intriguing. Must ask him about this.
The music broke for a few minutes, so they sat at their table.
“Would you like something to drink?” Roger asked.
“Oh, no. Alcohol feels good, to be sure, but tonight I’ll need to be in full control of my faculties. It works better that way.”
He didn’t answer. He took her hand in his, and pulled her to his lips, where they kissed passionately for several moments. This piqued her interest in him even more. “May we leave? I would like to talk to you in private.”
Roger took her to his apartment, and they settled in.
“May I offer you anything?” he asked.
“No, thank you. I’m fine.
“So, I’m curious, Perri: what do you do with your time when you’re not spending time with guys like me?”
Sensing the real
