Assariyah (7 page)

My hair, nails and feet all had to be done before the date. Back in the day whenever I was going out I always made sure I had an appointment booked with my hairstylist and one at the nail salon. However, right now I couldn’t afford the VIP treatment, until I got my money back up I would have to take care of them myself. Choosing something to wear was hard, half of my wardrobe was still at Cam’s, think of Carrie’s closet in the ‘Sex and the City’ movie but bigger.

I hated living out of a suitcase but was grateful for the little I had with me. I laid out a few dresses on the bed and managed to narrow it down to two. I was torn between my Julia Clancey baby-doll dress and my coral blush one shoulder draped dress by Donna Karan. Donna Karan won because it matched my Balenciaga giant envelope clutch and Salvatore Ferragamo tilapia sandals perfectly.

Outfit was sorted, now I had to try and work the same magic on my hair. I had already decided to keep it simple so just straighten it and curled my fringe under slightly to give it a nice bounce. I painted my nails and toes red and managed to get ready just before Dino called to tell me he was waiting downstairs.

We arrived at Nobu just before eight o’ clock. My gosh I was so nervous, I could not believe that I was actually going ahead with this. What was I thinking? This was against everything I believed in. Assariyah Jones a fucking escort. An escort was just a fancy label for a prostitute. My daddy would be rolling over in his grave right now and if Mama ever found out this would surely send her to hers. There was no way I could subject myself to such lows.

“I can’t do this, I can’t go through with this,” I said shaking my head.

“First time jitters...huh?” Dino asked.

“I can’t go in there Dino, please take me back to my hotel.”

“All the girls are exactly like you the first time but once you do your first client you’ll be fine,” he said, attempting to reassure me.

I still felt apprehensive about the whole situation.

“I’m not sure about this Dino. What if something happens to me?”

“C’mon Rose I’m here, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Trust me!”

“Promise.”

“I promise,” he repeated, sincerely.

I replenished my make-up before stepping out of the car.

“Rose,” I turned back to face Dino at the sound of his call. “You look beautiful, first sign of trouble call me and remember you are one of the smart ones. You get paid to do what other girls give out for free.”

His words boosted my confidence. I smiled, “Thanks D,” and headed towards the door. Dino was so right I was getting paid to get laid while the other dumb bitches gave it out for free.

Upon arrival one of the reception staff took my reservation details and then led me to my table. To my relief, Tim Bakhtin was already there. I wouldn’t have been able to stick it out sitting on my own waiting for him to show up. I took a seat and flashed him a smile, he reciprocated the gesture. I studied his features, he had blonde hair and striking grey eyes. He looked different to what I had expected but then again I guess I really didn’t know what to expect. I was impressed by his dress sense, he was wearing one of Emporio Armani’s tailored two button suits. Something about his demeanour reminded me of Richard Gere in ‘Pretty Woman’, so far so good.

The man from reception walked away and business commenced immediately.

“How are you Rose?” he asked, slipping me a brown envelope.

“I’m good thank you,” I replied, whilst discretely putting the envelope under my clutch bag. I looked around the room and spotted a few celebrities. As the glitterati mingled I couldn’t help wondering how many other couples exchanged envelopes that night. I was glad he handed over the money without me prompting him, Isabella had informed me that getting the cash out the way first was proper escort etiquette. I excused myself and headed to the bathroom. I counted three thousand and five hundred pounds in total. Wow, it felt good holding cash again!

I separated Isabella’s twenty percent deduction and pocketed two thousand and eight hundred pounds. Money was precious to Isabella, she didn’t take kindly to people who tried to pull a fast one on her. Dino had told me story about one of the girls who tried to be slick and steal money from Isabella. The girl ended up with acid thrown on her face, she was left disfigured and never worked again. The message was clear, Isabella was a powerful woman who had connections and she wasn’t to be fucked with.

I headed back to the table to join Tim.

I whispered, “You want four hours.”

“Yes,” he nodded.

Shortly afterwards a waitress came over to take our order. I spotted the Bluefin Toro on the menu and, although it sounded delicious, I was not about to start eating endangered species so opted for the Black Cod. Tim went for the Yellowtail Sashimi with Jalapeno. He also ordered Saké and I drank cocktails. As we indulged in our meal, Tim told me about his background. He was born and raised in Russia where he had made his fortune in the iron and steel industry. He asked me about myself, I made up a persona and told him I was working to save up for med school. I know, crazy right, but it was the first thing that came out of my mouth. I figured that if he asked any questions I could always use some of the stories Jasmina had told me about her experiences in the med school world.

We had a good conversation over dinner. He made me laugh when he told me that I looked like Naomi Campbell and Beyonce. “Aaah you are so beautiful Rose, you look like that bootylicious singer and the model Naomi Campbell.” I shook my head, laughing and asked myself why all European men act like Naomi and Beyonce are the only two black women in the world. It was all good though.

I was disappointed when dinner was over and Tim paid for the bill because I knew what time it was. Tim hailed down a black taxi outside Nobu and we headed back to his hotel. I texted Dino so that he would follow us to our destination. By the time we got back to the hotel there was an hour and a half left on the clock. Tim dimmed the lights and turned on some music. Lisa Stansfield’s voice filled the room, changing the atmosphere to one best suited for lovers. He grabbed me by the waist and leaned in for a kiss but I gave him my neck instead. I did not feel comfortable kissing him on the lips just yet. My neck was my hot spot and under usual circumstances my juices would have been flowing within minutes but this was far from usual for me.

Tim leaned in for a kiss again, my body tighten up.

“Relax, why are you so tense?” Tim asked, rubbing my shoulders.

I bit my bottom lip as I always did whenever I was nervous.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight.”

Tim reached in his pocket and handed me a blue pill with an imprinted smiley face. “Take this it will make you feel better.”

“What is it?” I asked warily.

“Oooh this is nothing, it’s harmless, it’s only ecstasy,” he said, throwing a blue pill in his mouth.

I had never taken drugs but I needed something to loosen up. I was shit scared and didn’t think I could go all the way but he had already paid and the money was too appealing to give back, so I followed suit.

Thirty minutes later the ‘E’ began to kick in. I had an energy buzz and felt more alive and alert than I had felt before. Everything around me looked more vibrant. Tim looked better than I recalled and his touch felt more intense. He was rubbing against my breast and it was just so electrifying.

I didn’t stop to think twice when he asked me to suck his dick and dropped to my knees. Tim was my first experience with a pink dick and I wasn’t sure if it was the ‘E’ playing tricks on me but, contrary to popular belief, his package was not tiny. It was not close to what I was used to but it was a healthy size.

I had mastered the art of oral down to perfection. I had his balls in one hand and his cock in the other. I wet my lips and placed my top lip over my teeth before putting his cock in my mouth. I worked my way up from his shaft to the top, gently squeezing his balls. His breathing intensified as he moaned with pleasure. I lubricated my fingers with oil and inserted my index finger into his asshole just like he instructed me to do. I felt his balls tightening up and knew he was about to cum so I took him out of my mouth and gently blew on his dick. Tim’s body trembled as I continued working his asshole. He started fingering me and stuck his fingers in and out my pussy several times before licking off my juices. He then placed me at the edge of the bed and held my legs over his shoulders and fucked me for twenty minutes straight until we finally came together in unison.

Tim thanked me for a lovely evening and I gathered my things and left. Dino drove me back to my hotel. As soon as I got in I had a long shower and scrubbed my body raw. The effects of the ecstasy began to wear off and the guilt began to kick in. Did I really just put a price on my vay jay jay?

I picked up my diary, I hadn’t touched it since the wedding but my emotions were running high. I didn’t know who I was becoming and needed a release. Writing was just so therapeutic for my soul, I wasn’t sure I even had one anymore but I wrote and wrote for hours until I dosed off.

I met with Isabella the following afternoon to give her share of the money. She smiled non-stop as she counted the cash.

“I love the way money feels in my hands.”

“I know the feeling,” I replied.

“How did you find the experience with ummm…Tim Bakhtin?”

“It was different to anything I have ever done before.”

“Different how exactly…have you never had sex before?”

I laughed at Isabella’s joke. She told me that Tim had told her that whenever he was next in town he only wanted her to send me. I admit that was quite flattering to hear.

With money in my hands again I went flat hunting. I had been searching for the last couple of days but didn’t see anything that warmed to me until the estate agent showed me the E1 Waterside apartment. The reception room, high specification kitchen and two bedrooms with en-suite bathrooms were furnished to my taste. The floor to ceiling windows and the balcony gave me a beautiful view of the River Thames. With rent at just six hundred and twenty five pounds per week I could make the monthly rent money in one night. I loved it and told the estate agent that I’d take it. With the money I made the night before I left a deposit of one thousand five hundred pounds and paid the weekly rate in advance. I signed the leasing documents and the estate agent handed me the keys. As soon as I added a few signatures pieces like the Damson Taupe Milliner chair I wanted, I knew that I would have a place to call home.

Chapter 8

In the space of a few months I managed to build up a nice client base of wealthy, high
profile men. I experienced men of all races, dicks of all shapes and sizes. At a point I was having sex three times a day, seven days a week. Isabella loved me I was so good for her business that her and Dino even nicknamed me their V.I.P (Very Insatiable Pussy) doll. I didn’t know how to stop once the money came rolling in. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to.

Some people worked in offices staring at a computer screen all day, others stacked shelves, doctors saved lives, some mothers choose to stay at home to look after their babies. I chose to satisfy the needs and desires of grown ass men. It was just another occupation to me. I learned to detach any feelings of love from sex, once I removed that attachment the job became easier and I didn’t need to rely on ‘E’ pills to feel good.

I enjoyed the perks that came with the job, especially travelling. I saw some of the most beautiful places in the world, Dubai, Thailand, Paris, Greece, Milan, New York, Bahamas, Seychelles, St Tropez, Las Vegas and St Barts to name a few. I dined at exclusive restaurants; The Ivy, The Ritz, Zuma, Hakkasan, Mr Chow etc, you name it, chances are I’d probably been there. I attended various events, ranging from fashion shows to football games to boring corporate parties. I rekindled my love for the arts with regular visits to the theatre, opera, ballet and museums. Cameron had always been too busy working to take me so I eventually stopped going.

I have had far too many encounters to recall. I stopped counting when I hit the five hundred mark. I can’t tell you about every single one of my experiences but I will share some of the ones that had the most significant impact on my life. I really don’t know where to start but here it goes. I only ever accepted outcall jobs, the rates were much higher. Plus there was no way in hell that I was gonna let these motherfuckers find out where I laid my head on the rare occasion that I actually got to sleep in my own bed. Judge me if you want but there is nothing you can say or think that I haven’t already thought or called myself.

Paul Davies, or Dennis, to be honest I can’t remember his surname but it was one of the two. I was crazy excited about that job because of the money. It was an overnight call which meant that I would pocket ten grand...yep ten grand! I met Paul at Vertigo 42 as planned. After the usual formalities of collecting the brown envelope and counting the cash was out the way we sat back to sip champagne against the London skyline and enjoyed the amazing view. After our third bottle my head was filled with bubbles, I wasn’t drunk just tipsy, we headed back to Paul’s place in Belgravia. When we got there a busty high yellow chick opened the door. I automatically assumed that she was his live in house help or something and thought nothing of her. Well that was until she grabbed his face and started tonguing the shit out of him.