Chapter 3
Two more days passed without any news from Clarke’s new customer even though she already sent her the address from where she can pick her up. Of course it was not her real address, she never gives away too much private information in case some sicko thinks they could claim her or anything. She hasn’t had much experience with female customers but there have been a few. Mostly they are women who are tired of their marriage and want some excitement but don’t want to feel like they hired a prostitute. Clarke has been working as an escort for over two years now and it is the best self-employment she ever had. She earns enough to pay her rent and university. Technically she is exchanging sexual services for money but she doesn’t mind it a lot. She has rules and if her customers respect those, nothing can really go wrong. It was Friday when she finally got a text message from Ms. Woodson which just says:
From: Ms. Woodson
“Going to pick you up at 8pm tomorrow. Preferred colour is red and don’t wear any bracelets, you will get one from me. Our contract will not exceed 7 hours.”
Clarke raised her eyebrows while she is reading the message. This woman doesn’t sound very passionate or romantic, she is kind of curious how the sex will be like with her. She is probably one of those who never talk during sex. Not exactly what she prefers but it’s a job like anything else. She already has the perfect dress in mind for tomorrow.
A day and a half later it was 7pm and Clarke is in the process of getting ready. Her long, blonde hair is slightly curly today and seems to shine. She is putting on a tight, deep red dress with slim straps and red high-heels. She is wearing light-coloured make-up and deep red lipstick which is showing a perfect contrast between her skin colour and her lips. For her few personal items like her phone she has a black clutch purse with her and she painted her nails in the same shade red as the dress. Once everything’s done she has 20 minutes left, perfectly enough time to get to the address she gave her customer.
As she leaves her apartment she feels a little light-headed and nervous, she normally never feels like that. As she arrives at the named location, she checks her phone to see if the woman might be late but at the same moment she hears a loud noise coming closer. Sounds like an engine. The car that turns into the street is one of the nicest cars Clarke’s ever seen. It was a black Audi R8 with headlights that shine so bright, that it is hard to see the rest of the car behind it. Could that be her ride? The car comes closer and stops right in front of her. Well, apparently it is, she is curious for what kind of woman is driving such a car.
She opens the door and gets into the car, and then looks to her left to see her customer for the first time. She had to force herself not to stare at her these first seconds, she never knew that a woman could dress so well. Her black suit fits her perfectly, underneath she wears a dark red button-up shirt which is only slightly darker than her dress and a black tie. On her right hand, that is on top of the steering wheel, a big golden watch peaks out under her sleeve. Her long, brown hair is brushed to the left side and falls graciously on her shoulder.
After Clarke is finished with analyzing her in these first few seconds, the brunette looks at her and says “It is a pleasure to finally meet you Ms. Griffin.”
They shake hands and Clarke answers “The pleasure is all mine Ms. Woodson and please call me Clarke, if we want this to look believable we should address each other with our first names.”
“You’re right, I’m Lexa.”
“That’s a really nice name. Haven’t heard it before.” responds Clarke.
“Thank you, my parents chose it” jokes Lexa. Clarke giggles a little bit and Lexa starts the car.
The drive is quiet besides a few questions from Clarke’s side. She is the one that gets paid so she should at least attempt to initiate a conversation. The woman next to her gives rather short answers and doesn’t really go into details. Clarke is impressed by how good of a driver she is. The car goes up to a speed of almost 50mph in the city but it’s almost like Lexa could close her eyes and they would still arrive safely. 10 minutes later they park in front of a big and old house which Clarke recognizes as the old museum for natural history.
“I didn’t know the museum was still open” mentions Clarke as she looks up to the building.
“My company rents these premises for different occasions.” Lexa answers as both of them get out of the car and she gets a little black box out of the pocket of her jacket as she turns to Clarke “Here is the jewellery I would like you to wear, it is not a lot but it will show its worth.”
Now that Lexa stands in front of her she has the chance to see all of her outfit. The shoes just complete the whole picture. Clarke opens the box and sees a slim bracelet apparently made out of gold with little diamonds in it, her eyes widen a little bit as she sees the tiny engraving that says “Cartier” right in the middle of it.
“You bought this just so I can wear it tonight?” Clarke asks in a very surprising voice.
Lexa just looks at her and answers without any facial expression “Of course, I know how to treat women properly.”