But what I was trying to say was .But what I was trying to say was ..." I was looking to make the insult more pointed, but she cut me off. "No, Al. I don't think you do understand. I really _am_ a prostitute. You know, a hooker: I make money by performing sexual acts." I was shocked. This was totally unexpected. "But, but ... how ... ?" My sentence trailed off into nothingness. "I told you how I built this business up. Well, what I didn't tell you was that I've been a hooker since I was 17. I always hated pimps and I managed to always work on my own. It was hard, but I don't give up easily, and by the time I was 21 I was pulling in over $5000 a week. That was quite a bit back then. I'm really good." All I could say was, "Uh, you must be." "Very, _very_ good, Al. So after a while I had worked myself up to being a very expensive, very high-class call girl. Although I was able to stay clear of any pimps, I still had to work through escort agencies. I made a good living, but I didn't like the agency getting its big cut. So three of the girls and I started our own agency. We did quite well, but after a few years I wanted more. Plus, the escort business is really a hassle. It's too visible. So, I hit upon the idea of starting this legitimate business as a front. I had a lot of money in the bank, so I started up this agency as a temporary secretarial service. I sent girls out on straight assignments, and I also used it as a front for the other kinds of services we provided. |