The receptionist’s words aroused me even more. I got up and fixed myself a tuna sandwich and opened the bottle of wine I had bought on the plane. I began to drink slowly and leaf through the huge telephone directory. I knew that prostitution was not legal in Chicago but I soon figured out that it existed under another name. I found in the telephone book ads for beautiful women expert in giving “special massage.” I said to myself that that was exactly what I wanted. I stayed away from the large ads, which I figured would be exorbitant in price. I chose the smallest ad and dialed the number. I held the receiver to my ear and I heard my heartbeats, strong and fast from sheer excitement. I heard a woman’s voice, soft and sleepy, as if she had just awakened.
“How can I help you?”
“I want a beautiful woman to massage me,” I blurted out.
“That’ll cost you two hundred fifty dollars an hour.”
“That’s too much. I am a student. I don’t have a lot of money.”
“What’s your name?”
“Nagi. And you?”
“Donna. Where are you from?”
“Egypt.”
She cried enthusiastically, “Egypt? I love Egypt. I dream of going one day to the Pyramids, riding a camel, and seeing the crocodiles in the Nile. Listen, Nagi, do you look like Anwar Sadat? He was very handsome.”
“Actually I do; so much so that many people think I am his son. How did you know?”
“Just a guess. What are you doing in America?”
“I am studying at the University of Illinois. Listen, I’ll invite you next winter to spend your vacation in Egypt. What do you say?”
“It’s my life’s dream.”
“I promise you. But, my dear, I cannot pay two hundred fifty dollars for an hour of love.”
She was silent for a moment then said in a soft voice, “I’ll help you out, Nagi. Hang up now and call me again in five minutes.”
Donna hung up suddenly and the dial tone buzzed in my ear. I was assailed by apprehensions: Why did she end the call in this manner? What’s she afraid of? Are the police after her? Did they get my telephone number? Will they arrest me on the charge of getting in touch with a prostitution ring? What an inauspicious beginning for my lucky scholarship. I was gripped with anxiety and began to regret the adventure, but I couldn’t go back. I rang up five minutes later. She told me, “Listen, I’ll make you an offer outside the company. Instead of two-fifty, I’ll come myself for only a hundred fifty an hour.”
I hesitated a little as she said, laughing, “This is a special offer from Donna because you’re a handsome Egyptian like Sadat. If I were you, I’d accept it at once.”
“Will you make me happy?”
“I’ll take you to paradise.”
“Okay then.”
I gave her the address and we agreed that she’d come at seven o’clock. Before she ended the call, she whispered in a frightened voice, “Your number has been recorded by the company. Someone will contact you to ask you why you didn’t agree to have a woman come to you. Tell them you’ve changed your mind because you’re tired and that you’ll call again tomorrow. Please don’t tell them what we’ve agreed to. I don’t think you’d like me to get hurt.”
And just as she said, a man called and asked me and I gave him the answer she told me to give. He didn’t sound convinced of what I said, but he said good-bye and hung up. Once again I began to worry, but my raging desire, now doubled by the wine, made me forget all other things, to the extent that I ignored the fact that $150 would make a big dent in my budget. There was nothing on my mind except Donna, the beautiful woman I’d make love to. I wondered what she looked like: was she going to be a buxom white woman with full round hips and breasts, like Monica, Clinton’s mistress, or one with a graceful Parisian figure and a dreamy, sparrowlike face like Julia Roberts? Even if she were just like Barbra Streisand, with a slightly long nose and an angular body, I’d be happy. I am not going to dwell on such minor shortcomings. Praise the Lord who created beauty in a hundred ways! I began to get ready for the date a whole hour early. I took another bath, during which I went to extra lengths to clean my body. Then I put a silk robe on my naked body like a lady-killer in Egyptian movies. I am now writing this
