Chapter 8: The High-End Whore

Marcus looked at him confused "What’s the deal man you didn’t like it? I’ve handled Ashley a bunch of times she’s got a world-class ass and she never disappoints" said Marcus.

Alexander shook his head while his brain was still foggy "It wasn’t her because she lent her card out is that even possible?" said Alexander.

"I mean yeah I’ve seen it happen once or twice they just make them sign some NDAs and confidentiality stuff so it’s no big deal why was the one who showed up that ugly?" said Marcus. He closed the door and led him over to the bar to grab a glass and toss in two ice cubes "Here you look like you need this" said Marcus as he poured a heavy splash of whiskey and pushed it across the counter.

"It’s not about that but cheers" said Alexander.

He wasn’t a drinker but right now he felt like he actually needed the burn so he took a sip that scorched his throat until a weird warmth started to spread in his chest "Right I forgot you don’t drink here take this Coke and pour half in, it’s called a Black Jack which is good for beginners" said Marcus. He leaned back watching Alexander "You should learn to smoke too because it’d be a mess if you’re with a client and she offers you a cig then you die on the first puff" said Marcus.

Alexander gave a small smile and finally started to relax just a little "It was good service I just feel weird" said Alexander.

"Say it like it is you feel like a whore but a rich one a very expensive whore haha!" said Marcus. He took a long drink from his own glass and sighed "That’s how I felt the first day when I got this lady who wasn’t even that pretty with a nice face but thin with no meat on her. I hammered her like a door that wouldn’t close and at first it was all fun as we drank and she even had me licking booze off her tits until I ended up with a hangover from hell" said Marcus.

He stopped with a face getting a bit more serious "But the next day I felt like a total slut because it’s a cliché from movies but it actually happens since it’s not the same as screwing because you want to or because you picked up a girl at a bar. The second you see that money hit your phone you think shit I’m a bitch then more money comes and you just feel like a higher-priced bitch until eventually the guilt just dies and you fuck because it’s the job" said Marcus.

Alexander took another sip of the drink and the burn was easier to handle now "That’s exactly how it feels because everything was going fine but then I saw the money and it was like a slap in the face" said Alexander.

"How much did they drop on you anyway?" said Marcus.

"Two and a half" said Alexander.

Marcus whistled while leaning back in his chair "Damn that’s a lot for a first mission" said Marcus.

"What do you mean?" said Alexander.

"My first time was only a grand and I had to work a few more jobs before they bumped me up to the two-point-five rank. Later I met some five-thousand-dollar clients then ten and once I had a hundred-thousand-dollar job man that was insane though I can’t tell you much about that one yet" said Marcus. He stood up and slapped Alexander on the shoulder "Since you’re feeling like such a high-priced whore how about we grab some food because it helps clear the head" said Marcus.

"Sure let’s go but you’re paying" said Alexander.

Marcus laughed grabbing his keys from the counter "Haha you just made a killing and you’re still a cheap bastard fine I’ll take you to a good spot and let’s just say there are plenty of fish there maybe you’ll catch a shark" said Marcus.

"What?" said Alexander.

"Nothing nothing let’s move" said Marcus.

They headed down to the basement garage where Marcus led him to a luxury Mercedes sedan that was black and polished looking like it belonged to a CEO "Nice car" said Alexander.

"It works for the job because there are three looks you gotta maintain in this business" said Marcus as he unlocked the doors and the lights flashed "First there’s the work look where you’re a gigolo but rich women love the executive profile then there’s your public life with a Mustang or a Ferrari to make picking up girls easy when you just want to screw for fun and last your private life where I’ve got an armored truck because you never know in this world" said Marcus.

Alexander got into the leather seat where the smell of new money was everywhere and he realized he wasn’t just in a new job but in a whole different world.