“It’s alright. You’ll be just fine,” my friend reassured me as we walked up the cobblestone roadway to this stunningly palatial mansion. She previously showed me pictures of the fourteen-bedroom, ten-bathroom home with a state-of-the-art backyard swimming pool, but seeing it in person was a whole different story. You think this would be a formal get-together, but to the contrary, it is a festive, carefree affair. There was a good amount of people arriving. From business casual to shorts and loose clothes, it was, seemingly, come as you are.
When we entered, there were about probably 100 or more guests in the place. Loud music, bottles popping, and the scent of multiple hits of weed filter the air. My friend lives for these types of events, but I’m much more of a chill vibe. Don’t get me wrong, I like to have a good time, but a party of this size is too much for me. On any other day, I would probably live for this, but tonight I was feeling at ease.
“I’m gonna get you a shot to calm your nerves,” my friend told me. There she goes gliding through the crowd comfortably in her eight-inch heels towards the bar. While I stood there with knots twisting through my stomach wondering how the night will proceed, my friend got back with the drinks a short time later.
“Here you go,” she said, handing me the shot of Patron. “I’ve been to several of these things, you just have to wing it.”
“Is it easy for you?” I asked, worried about my own attempts.
“Yeah,” she quipped. “As long as you have the looks, body, and personality, which you have all of, things will be looking good for you.”
“Ok,” I said nervously.
My friend is a pro at this. She’s been in the escort business for a while, so these parties are nothing new to her. She’s the one who got me on board after telling her about my search for a side hustle. It’s not what comes to mind for the average person, but I was up for the challenge. I’ve been in the game for a few months, and it’s been surprisingly smooth sailing so far. I had a few awkward and uncomfortable encounters, but nothing I couldn’t handle, and I got what I was looking for at the end of the night. That’s the money, of course. But this is my first time at a high-end event like this. Hosted by a few well-known athletes that want to keep things on the hush, my friend received the hookup and added me as her plus one. It’s good to have friends in high places.
“You gonna be alright,” she asked. I want to say no, but I hesitantly agree and nod my head. “It’s good, go mingle,” she pushes. “Trust me, I’m the pro.” She leaves my presence and searches for her prey for the night, leaving me bewildered about what to do next.
I take my drink and walk to the couch to relax for a few minutes until I figure out my next moves. Everyone around me is having a good time. Dancing, singing, drinking, kissing. What’s up with me? As I’m scrolling through my phone, I see two men sitting at the table to the right of me, checking me out. I don’t want them to know I know, so I continue to scroll on my phone, playing hard to get and see what happens.
A short time later, they both start to walk this way. Both men are tall in stature, though one is shorter than the other. They appear to be well groomed with fresh haircuts and shapeups that are evenly precise. My mind is racing now, not knowing what to say. But when they arrive, my acting phase comes into play.
“Hey, how are you boys doing tonight?” I ask them seductively, but not eagerly.
“We aight, what about you?” one of the men said in a deep voice, he is the taller one out of the two.
“I’m doing well,” I said.
“That’s good to hear,” says the other man, who has a more animated, but still masculine voice. “We saw you over here, lookin’ good and stuff, and we wanted to know what’s up.”
“What you tryin' to do?” the other guy asks.
“It depends,” I answer. “What do you got?”
“I got what you’re asking for, just say when and let’s get it,” the guy says.
Before I can say anything else, the other guy interrupts.
“10,000 straight,” he says, showing the inner pocket of his jacket where the stack is kept. That’s the most I’ve seen out of the encounters I’ve previously experienced, and I wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. I agreed to the offer and I followed the two men to our destination point.
As we walked up the elongated marble staircase, I heard noises from other rooms where activities were probably happening. After going from door to door looking for an empty space, we finally found a secluded room near the end of the hallway.
One of the men opened the bedroom door and turned on the lights. I was in awe of how spectacularly the space was decorated. The room had a small mini bar of assorted drinks, along with a balcony showcasing the view of the sprawling backyard. The California king-sized bed was plush, and the comforter and bed set matched exquisitely with the interior of the mansion. It was a sight to take in.
The two men went to the minibar to grab some drinks and asked me if I wanted one. I said no, and they continued drinking on their own. I went to the bathroom to prepare myself for tonight’s activities, it was a part of the room as well.
I closed the bathroom door, looking at myself in the mirror to make sure I looked good for what I was getting myself into. Satisfied, I took off my heels and red dress exposing my black strapless bra and scantily clad panties. I was ready for what the night would hold.