Infiltrating Your Heart (8 page)

I don’t know what my clients look
like before I meet them. That’s something the agency does to protect their
privacy. I have to go to the meeting location. The client will recognize me,
and we’ll go on from there. We also have a time limit. Clients can hire escorts
by the hour. This client requested me for just one.

Inside the club, I go straight to the
bar. Whoever my client is will find it easy to spot me there. I order a drink
to pass the time. Then I sit down and scan the clientele. Most of the people
here look no older than mid-thirty. No one seems to be older than middle age,
except a few of the employees.

The bartender hands me my drink.

“Thanks,” I say, flashing a smile.
His eyes drop to my ample cleavage. I turn my face away, grinning to myself.
Patrick is right. I have no trouble attracting men. I hope it’ll be easy to
steal Gabriel’s heart.

I drink, eyeing men that I find
attractive. I wonder who my client is. When I finish my drink, I catch movement
to my right. A man is walking towards me. He has long black hair, light tan
skin, and a lanky build. He wears square-rimmed glasses, a dark blue blazer
over a white shirt, and black pants. His white tennis shoes look shabby and out
of place with the rest of his attire.

The man stops when he reaches me. I
stand up. His age seems to be somewhere around mid-thirty.

“Scarlet?” he asks, and I nod. He
checks me out, raising his eyebrows. I must look unreachable to him.

“You look so… so dazzling,” he says with
a bit of awkwardness.

“Thank you.”

We sit down next to each other. The
guy looks a little uncomfortable. I wonder if he’s even been with a woman
before. The thought makes me cringe. I’m supposed to warrant better clients
than this dude.

The guy reaches into his pocket and
pulls out an envelope. He hands it to me. I put it away.

“Would you, um, like a drink?” he
asks. I say yes, and he signals the bartender. I tell him what I want, and my
client relays it, ordering another for himself.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Um…Sam.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Sam.”

Sam nods. I’m becoming less impressed
with this guy every passing minute.

The bartender hands us our drinks. I
decide to take charge of the conversation. Sam looks like he’ll never take the
initiative.

“Would you like a more private spot?”

Sam looks at me. He goes slightly
red. I lay my hand on top of his. He looks down, and then back at me.

“Sure.”

I stand up and lead Sam to a corner
of the room. We sit down at the empty table there.

“You seem a little…upset,” I say.

Sam doesn’t look at me. His glance is
on the dark wood of the tabletop, right below his empty drink glass. He closes
his eyes, and then looks at me.

“I’m…divorced.”

Well, that’s not what I expected Sam
to say. Poor guy is having trouble impressing me. It’s not much of a surprise
that his woman left him. I feel pity.

“That’s…too bad.”

Sam sighs, shaking his head.

“It really sucks.”

I order another round of drinks. Neither
of us speaks while we continue drinking. I’m not sure what to say next. I feel
pity for Sam.

“She was everything to me,” Sam says.
“Or at least, that’s what I thought. Before she left, I learned that she was
with me only for the money I had the potential to make. I’m a screenwriter, you
see? I just never made it as big as she hoped I would.”

I gasp. The woman sounds just like an
opportunist.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him. I resist
reaching forward and touching Sam’s shoulder. I’m sure he won’t take kindly to
such a display of pity. Instead, I take his hand.

“Don’t think about that harpy
anymore, Sam,” I tell him. “She was a fucking opportunist. She doesn’t deserve
your pain.”

Sam looks at me and smiles. He nods.

“Thanks.”

We finish another round of glasses.
Sam takes it upon himself to pay for our tab. I don’t stop him.

Shortly after, Sam and I walk
outside. He takes me to the back of the night club. Sam finds a secluded area
and leads me there.

“You’re super gorgeous,” Sam tells
me. His hands run down my arms, caressing my skin.

“For a geek, you’re pretty
good-looking,” I say. Sam can use all the compliments he can get. My comment
makes him smile. He leans down and kisses my shoulder. I’m glad Sam didn’t go
for my lips. There’s a good reason sex workers and their clients
never
kiss
on the lips. It’s too intimate, reserved only for serious relationships.

Sam starts trailing kisses right in
the middle of my chest. He continues along the top of my breast, and goes back
up to my other shoulder. His hands simultaneously cup my breasts. He squeezes
them a little too roughly for my liking, but it’s okay.

“You’re the hottest girl I ever met,”
Sam tells me. He peels me out of my blouse. Then his mouth descends on a
nipple. My back arches of its own accord. I close my eyes, feeling all the
pleasure. Sam licks and sucks my nipples almost with urgency. I can tell he
hasn’t touched a woman in ages. Poor guy.

Once he’s through, Sam moves down as
he trails nibbles over my torso. His fingers curl around the top of my skirt.
With a tug, Sam lowers it. He seems thrilled to find I’m not wearing panties.
That’s standard procedure for when I’m working. Clients
love
it when
they find that you have no underwear.

Before I’m prepared for it, Sam licks
the wetness between my legs. He looks up at me, nervous. His hands grasp me at
the waist. He musters enough patience to start gently on my sweet spot. I don’t
tell him, but that gets brownie points from me.

Soon enough, Sam ups the pace. I let
out moans as he expertly eats me out. For a geek, he knows what he’s doing. I
didn’t think he would impress me half of how much he’s done so far.

The
sensation escalates until, finally, I come. I lose the strength and the control
to remain standing, so I start sliding down the wall. Sam’s hands grasp me by
the buttocks, holding me up. He kisses my neck again. When I can stand on my
own, Sam tugs his pants down. Without preamble, he enters me. We go at it once
more.

~*~
Gabriel

After the dinner, I take Evelyn back
to her place. She was a little silent on the way. I wonder what she thinks
about us getting engaged. I’m going to propose to her soon, and I hope it’s the
right time.

I lie on my bed right now, using my
tablet computer. I’m looking at apartments in the area for when Evelyn and I
move together. After a few moments, I can’t find a good one and wonder if I
should get a house instead.

The idea of sharing my space with a
woman is something I look forward to. My roommate in college was Roderick, at
least for the first two years. During the last two, I lived on my own. I’ve
never lived with a woman before. That means commitment to me.

After about a quarter hour, I’ve
found some good houses in the area I could buy. The only question is whether I
can afford them. I know Evelyn will want to split the costs, but I still want
to be able to afford most of the cost by myself. The cash influx I expect this
summer from work will come in handy.

I return to the home screen on my
smartphone. I go to my contacts, intending to call Roderick. I want financial
advice about buying a house.

As I scroll through the list, I think
about Mercedes. I wonder if I should call her right now. Then I remember that I
have a girlfriend. I’ve been with her for half a decade. It would be
inappropriate to get back in touch with a woman who attracts me so much. I
can’t deny it. Mercedes is enchanting.

While I lie there, deciding what to
do, the phone rings with an incoming call. The caller ID says it’s Patrick.

“Hey,” I answer.

“How are you, brother?”

“Good. I had dinner with Evelyn and
her parents tonight. They invited us.”

“Interesting. How was it?”

“It was great. The four of us haven’t
had a chat together in a while.”

“I must say it’s a good thing you
chose a job that forces you to take free days every other day. Otherwise, you’d
be overworking yourself and see the Carrolls even less,”
Patrick tells me.

“Don’t remind me. And those aren’t
really free days. I just hold back during my fitness classes.”

“Maybe I should join to make sure you
don’t overexert yourself.”

I laugh.

“I was thinking that I could get a
job that lets me use my mind, rather than my strength.”

“What exactly?”

“I’m not sure. I might do some
research online.”

Patrick ponders my answer.

“You could always go back to school.”

“I’ve already got two degrees,” I
remind him. I hold Business Administration and Kinesiology degrees. “I can’t
think of anything else I’d like to study.”

I think for a moment about that.
Before I settled for my majors, I’d considered Law and Marine Biology.

Patrick decides to change the
subject.

“I sense that something unrelated is
bothering you,”
he
says.
“What is it?”

I try to sidetrack him.

“What are you talking about?”

“You can tell me, brother. I know
you.”

I sigh. My brother’s always been
perceptive. I wonder if that’s because he’s reclusive.

“It’s nothing important, Patrick. You
won’t appreciate my telling you about it.”

“Well, it’s your call.”

I decide not to tell him. Mercedes is
insignificant. No matter how beautiful she is, I can’t be even her friend. I
know full well it wouldn’t be enough.

“How’s it been at work?”

“Same as always. I see more people in
a weekend than you see in a month.”

We both laugh. There’s no arguing
with that.

“Okay, I should hang up right now. I
have to get to work soon.”

“Christ, brother. I don’t know how
you can handle working so late.”

“I just nap during the day.”

“I see. Take care, then.”

“We’ll talk later,”
Patrick says, and then hangs up. I
go back to the list of contacts. I should delete Mercedes’s entry, but for some
reason I can’t.

Groaning, I put my smartphone on my
bedside table. Then I turn off the light. I need to sleep. There’s a lot of
work I’ll need to do in the coming weeks.

Mercedes

I wake up early the following morning
for school. My friend Nadine called last night right after I returned from
work. We agreed to have breakfast together.

Moments later, I pull up next to the
café where Nadine is waiting for me. I kill my car’s engine and step out,
locking it afterward.

I can feel the breeze of the sea as I
walk. Summer is almost coming…as well as the end of my school term. Soon, I’ll
have my own Advertising degree. I’ll be able to find work! Well,
real
work.
It’s not like I can answer with honesty when someone asks me what I do. My job
is much classier than a stripper, but most people don’t see any difference.

When I enter the café, I spot Nadine
right away. She’s sitting near the far left corner. The table in front of her
is empty. She waited for me to arrive to we could order breakfast. I’m a
somewhat picky eater, you see.

“Hi, Nadine,” I say, stopping next to
the table.

“Morning, friend,” Nadine says. She
stands up and we kiss on the cheeks.

“You seem pretty sprightly today,” I
comment.

Nadine says nothing. She just flashes
me a wide grin before we walk to order our food. I’m itching to find out what
she’s feeling so giddy about.