Interview with the Bad Boy
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“Was I the first to answer your ad?”
Do I really want to know? This just leaves it open for him to compare me to others.
“No,” he says. “There have been others before you.”
I don’t know if he means other interviews or others that he’s hired, but this time I keep my mouth shut and don’t ask for details.
“Are you, ummm… safe?” I laugh a bit in embarrassment. “I mean…”
“It’s alright, Kim, I know what you mean. Yes, I’m safe. I’m not here to rape you or harm you in any way. I’m sizing you up for a legitimate job that will pay well if I hire you. It’s not exactly a job that you can write home about, but I can promise you a lot of fun.”
I chew my bottom lip, wondering how honest men who pay women for kinky fun are.
He laughs, reading my mind. “There’s no way to know if I’m telling the truth except to go through with it, correct?”
I laugh a little too. “Yeah.”
He sets his fork down and leans forward to look at me intently. “Is this interview finished?”
“No, no!” I answer without hesitation, and in that moment, I know he’s won me over. I want the job. If he’s another Craig’s List Killer, I’ve made a very poor decision.
He smiles. “Are you finished with your meal?”
I look down at my almost empty plate. I ate too much, especially for someone who needs to lose at least twenty pounds. I wipe my mouth with a cloth napkin and nod. “Yes. It was delicious. Thank you.”
“Good. Then let’s go upstairs and fuck. What do you say?”
My mouth drops open as I fumble for words. This time, I’m saved by someone who stops next to our table. “She’s a winner, man. A little on the chubby side but look at those tits.”
What the hell? I turn in my seat to see the runner up in the pick-Michael-out-from-the-crowd contest earlier. The one with the Lacoste polo shirt.
“I did.” Michael chuckles and looks at me. “This is Jack, a friend of mine. He’ll be the first one to watch us fuck.” He gauges my open-mouthed reaction and looks up at Jack. “This is Kim. We were just heading upstairs, isn’t that right?”
“I… umm… wait. You? One of the newspaper men? You’re going to watch?” I glare at him. “In that case, you better apologize.”
Jack winks at me, and it pushes all the wrong buttons. I open my mouth to spit out some more anger, but this insulting friend of Michael’s beats me to the punch.
“Ah, so you don’t like being called chubby? Alright, then, terribly sorry for pointing it out.”
I expel a breath of exasperation, but Michael cuts in.
“Jack, stop being an ass.”
The ass starts to laugh. It’s a boyish and appealing sound. “Right on, I’m going to enjoy watching this one, Mikey. Damn straight I am. She’s fiery.” His eyes land on my breasts and stay there. “Did he tell you he’s a sucker for breasts? Me, I’m more of an ass man. Not that I’m gonna mind seeing your tits worked over. Damn, Mikey. You lucked out this time, didn’t ya?”
Michael stands up and offers me his hand. I take it in dumbfounded silence and get up too. I can’t believe I’m living this conversation. “Jack’s a little crass, but you’ll get used to him. Normally, you wouldn’t speak or get to know the voyeurs, but Jack is a friend and helps me with the trial runs.”
“Yeah, well, I might be a little overweight, but he’s no god’s gift either,” I say loud enough for Jack to hear. In reality, Jack isn’t ugly, just normal average looking, but I’d never tell him that now. I’m still nervous about all this. “Is he going to watch now?”
Jack laughs and wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Not tonight, Kimmy. Tonight, you get Michael all to yourself. You gotta feel each other out… pardon the pun, before you start performing for customers.” He winks, waves to Michael and disappears into the crowded restaurant.
Still holding my hand, Michael leads me toward the exit. “Don’t mind him.” He gives my hand a little reassuring squeeze. “But he’s right. I can’t put you in front of paying customers until I know you’ll be alright.”
“Oh,” is all I can think to say. I’m letting him lead me across the room to the elevator, and we’re going to have sex. I’m nervous, no denying that, but I’m hella excited too. I’m about to jump into bed with the hottest guy in the hotel, maybe even the entire planet. Even better? I’ve got just enough of a wine buzz to get me through this stage of my very strange job interview. And just enough of a wine buzz to let me forget the business part and just have fun.
I’m going to have sex. Yay me!
TO BE CONTINUED…
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