My buddy looks startled, but then she shakes her head furiously.
“Oh no. I don’t think I could do it because I’m way too big,” Clara mutters under her breath. Then she grabs a portion of her mid-section while mock-frowning. “I mean, look at this. This is what I call the textbook definition of muffin top.”
I merely shrug.
“Yeah, but Clara, men like curvy girls. I mean, look at me! I’m a bigger girl too, and I’m telling you, we make more than the skinny bitches out there. No one wants to cozy up to some chick who’s as thin as an ironing board with knobby knees and elbows. Hell no. These guys want flesh, and they like their girls juicy with big tits as well. You’ve got that, and the round ass that goes with it.”
But Clara merely blushes while visibly trying to suck her stomach in.
“Thanks, but I don’t know,” she says in a soft voice. “I’ll just stick with my teaching job for now.” But then she looks up. “But why London? Club Z is here, and you said the other outfit’s in Vegas, right? So why are you packing for an international trip?”
I nod.
“Because from what I understand, Club Z’s expanding. They’re beta testing a new service where clients can have a girl flown out to their location, instead of meeting here in NYC. It’s an ultra-luxe concierge service that’s all the rage these days.”
“That must cost an arm and a leg,” Clara muses, and I nod.
“Yeah, and I’m not sure who’s paying for what, except that it’s not me forking over the dough. But you know these guys have so much money that it doesn’t even matter. Sometimes, I feel like my clients could literally set fire to the cash in their wallets, and it wouldn’t even be a drop in the bucket.”
Clara nods, her eyes as round as saucers again.
“Yeah, I guess so,” she murmurs. But then my friend squints. “But how did this guy find you?” she asks. “I mean, does the club keep an album of available girls or something?”
I nod.
“That’s a good question because yeah, I think the club used to have digital dossiers on all of us with photos, height, weight, and that kind of stuff. But you know how difficult it is to keep anything secure in this day and age, and so I think they stopped with the digital portfolios. I think it might be all hard copy now, believe it or not. Talk about going backwards in time.”
Clara nods.
“So this guy flew to New York, and looked at hard copy photos of all the girls before picking you out of the bunch?” she asks.
I shake my head before shooting her a grin.
“No, it’s way more scandalous than that.”
She crows.
“I knew it, Syd! You did something bad, didn’t you?”
I grin and let out a quiet giggle. “Yeah, pretty much. Long story short, I made a sexy video of myself where I inserted two candlesticks into myself—”
“Wait,what?!?!” my friend screeches. “You didwhatwith two candlesticks?!”
I laugh, nodding. “Yep. I put those babies into my pussy and ass, and it felt amazing. They were a little cold, come to think of it, but it was so dirty and wrong that it felt good. Anyways, it was just supposed to be a video that I made for myself, but somehow, the vid got out. I have no idea how, but you can see why Club Z no longer keeps digital files. I mean, hell, there are so many sex tapes these days on the internet that I’m surprised anyone films themselves anymore.”
But Clara’s merely shaking her head.
“Go back to the candlesticks, girlfriend. I mean, seriously Syd! You are one raunchy bitch!”
I giggle.
“I am, and it got posted to some porn site, where someone figured out who I am and where I work. They put it in the comments section and then the client contacted Club Z to see if they could book me. At least from what I understand, that’s how this all started.”
Clara merely shakes her head with amazement.
“Holy shit.”
I nod and wink.