“Well, I thought I’d call to find out more about the opportunity. You know, the one where pregnant ladies work as escorts.” I almost choke on the words because they sounds so ludicrous.
“Shoot,” Clarissa says in a friendly manner. “What can I tell you?”
A million questions buzz in my brain.
“Well, how do you find your clients? The male ones, I mean.”
Clarissa laughs gently.
“City Girls isn’t your average agency. We’re a high-end escort agency and we only cater to an elite clientele of high net worth men. We have no female clients because our men are paying to meet the City Girls, who are our greatest assets.”
“I see,” I say in a slow voice. “But why would any of these high net worth guys even need a dating service? It doesn’t make sense.”
Clarissa’s laugh trills on the other side.
“Oh, but it does, honey. Our clients are busy running the world. You can find them in boardrooms, the halls of government, and the most selective bars and clubs in the world. A few even live in palaces, if you get my drift. But men like this are busy, and that’s where City Girls comes in. We provide the most stunning, charming, and sophisticated women for their pleasure on demand, if you will.”
That makes me frown.
“And some of them like pregnant ladies?”
Clarissa chuckles on the other line.
“They do indeed. It’s somewhat of a fetish, to be sure, but there are certainly men who adore a woman’s expectant shape. Our services are even more desired by these men because how would they go about finding pregnant women to date? They hire us to do that work for them.”
My eyes narrow.
“So are there a lot of guys with this particular fetish?” I ask in a slow tone.
Clarissa’s laugh trills on the other side.
“Oh no, certainly not. But your timing is impeccable sweetheart because we have a new client who’s made the request, and I think you could be a fit.”
I pause.
“That sounds pretty coincidental.”
Clarissa laughs again.
“Yes, it’s coincidental, but it’s also fortuitous. Now, before I tell you about this particular client, is there anything else I can answer for you?”
I take a deep breath because in fact, there’s been something lurking in the back of my mind.
“Do I have to have sex with them?” I manage in a whisper. “Is that required?”
Again, Clarissa laughs as if I’ve just told the funniest joke in the world.
“Certainly not, hon. Sex is absolutely not required, and we make sure that the men know that they’re paying for companionship only. What happens afterwards is up to you, but feel free to say no if you’re not feeling it. It’s definitely not part of your job.”
I let out a big sigh of relief.
“Oh good,” I breathe. “It’s just been so long since I’ve had sex that I don’t even know if I could at this point.”
“Well, you had sex nine months ago,” Clarissa points out helpfully. “We know that for sure.”
“That’s true,” I acknowledge. “But still. I haven’t had sex since I got pregnant, so I have no idea how my body will react.”
Clarissa silent for a moment.