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Hooker for a Night

By Juliet Beltrey


Smashwords Edition | © 2014 Juliet Beltrey





She contacted me via email, as most of them do. She was tentative, as most of them are.

We arranged to meet at a Starbucks. Sitting outside, I put a red baseball cap on the table to signal her. As I waited, I tried to guess what she would ask for. I’d done enough of this to be pretty good at speculating. Maybe she wouldn’t ask at all. Many back out. I’ve been left waiting a number of times. I could sympathize—it’s not an easy thing to do.

When she walked up, it reminded me how bad I was at predicting what someone would look like. I had pictured her as tall, dark, and perhaps ethnic. Instead, she was on the shorter side, thin, with dark blond hair in a simple cut. I guessed around thirty.

“Kevin?” she asked, standing over me.

“Yes,” I said, motioning toward the empty chair. We didn’t shake hands, and she didn’t offer her name. I had told her not to. She sat, but on the edge of the chair, like she wasn’t sure she was going to stay.

She looked at me, gauging, clutching her purse in her lap. She was quite ordinary looking. Attractive, but not very distinctive. Pretty brown eyes. Wedding ring. Sensible skirt and blouse. Tasteful makeup. She looked a bit nervous, but controlled. Determined.

“I’ve read the accounts you write. The online journal. I think I’ve read everything.” I nodded. “Are they all true?” She doesn’t mess around.

“Yes,” I said. “I make slight alterations, to make sure identities are concealed. I skip things that are just plain boring, but I don’t make anything up. Do you want some coffee? I’m not in a hurry.”

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