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he didn’t strike me as much of an authority figure. Fucking a local celebrity was a feather in my cap because of other people’s infatuations—and I liked knowing that I had seen the mental underbelly of a town icon.
I knew I was making per trick what some real adults earned in a week. But
The greatest city in the world didn’t have casinos or free V.D. clinics!
New York was different not just because you had to pay for everything but also because I suddenly felt that I was in the aisle of a giant sexual supermarket.
still thought of clients as a breed apart from other guys (like Professor Andrews), and I didn’t respect them.
For the first time ever, I had multiple orgasms.
Arnie made me look at men differently. Before, clients were mere tools, a breed apart from boyfriends, and I didn’t care if I saw them again. But now I discovered that you could care about seeing a john again—because you simply hit it off or he did something to your body that nobody else did. For the same reasons that you might want to see your boyfriend.
And I wondered about those multiple orgasms. Did the other girls have them, too? Or was it our special chemistry?
I started finding out what my body liked, what it could or couldn’t accomplish for itself while making love for money.
A customer had surprised me—he had changed me. I wanted to see him again. But I never did.
These sudden opportunities— which you must be prepared for (but can’t plan for) if you’re serious about being a call girl—really get the adrenaline going.
While Steven was undressing, I was still dressing,
I’m losing my sexual freedom but gaining a ton of closet space. Isn’t that the very definition of maturity?
NYCOT observer.”
“Sometimes we go to the strolls and we watch the vice squad from our van.
“How did you know?” She smiled with undisguised pleasure. “He’s meeting us, too!” “Just a girlfriend’s intuition.”
She calls and he comes. Maybe it’s not so sick after all.
“After all, I went on the show because I wanted to reach the most isolated and alienated sex workers!” “Be careful what you wish for?” “Yes,”
“If a girl isn’t in your league as a co-worker, you can’t afford to have her as a friend.
She’ll resent you at some point.”
Her boyfriend calls around, and they try to get all the new escorts and agencies in trouble with the cops.
“Uh-oh. And the agency goons—?” “No. Something worse.”
“A cop?”
“Much worse,”
Scary to think that a girl could be smart enough to have savings, yet foolish enough to pay off a blackmailer!
“He’s ten years old!”
had taken my cell phone,
my house keys, everything I couldn’t possibly function
without. I ran after her, praying she had not le...
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Walking toward us—well, toward Allison—with eyes only for Allison was . . . my future sister-in-law’s husband wearing a business-casual blazer and khaki pants. He was so delighted to see Allie that I, standing in the doorway, did not even register until—
Jason and I were staring at each other, open-mouthed and rigid with confusion. Allie was oblivious.
And Jason’s the guy who donated his dead sister’s shoes to the homeless streetwalkers?
“How can I do that? You’re my friend,
Roxana wants NYCOT to be a 501C charity. He said he would do the paperwork for us. Is he—is he qualified to do it?” Allie
room—hadn’t I given him a chance to extricate himself? His strange brand of loyalty—or is it just obsession?—surprised me.
A dogooder lawyer chasing an activist hooker? Wow.
I’m not supposed to tell you and he’s not supposed to tell you but—you already know!” “It makes perfect sense!”
A shrink’s like a hairdresser for the soul,
If I’m too passive, Jason might start thinking that I’m the one with a secret.
Do you realize that if Allison had not done that radio show she would never have met your future brother-in-law?
Maybe they would have met anyway. With or without the invention of radio.
“He probably thinks Allison is Mary Magdalene.
But I wasn’t thrilled when Matt told him about my own paranoiac “vapors”— now Jason will wonder if I have something
hide from Matt!
and you never take calls at all.”
On the other hand, how could he not retreat into a biblically inspired fantasy life? I suppose it was a survival tactic for him.
Suddenly, I realized how hurt Allison’s going to be. When she realizes that
she’s being sacrificed.
And it will hurt her when she realizes that Jason, at the end of the day, is going to be part of this respectable charade that she can’t be part of. It
Whatever Jasmine might call her—a “sexual socialist,” a New Age floozy, a silly bitch, a moral idiot; and all these things have the ring of truth, to be sure—she’s still my friend.
