“Heh, yeah. We'll split 'em,” I replied. “Which of you has blue eyes?”
Only one of them raised their hands.
“Soooo…I take 1; you take 1?” Blake repeated.
“Man, do what you want,” I replied, then turned to the girl. “What's your name?”
“It's Matilda,” she replied.
“Oh no, we have to give you a new name,” I said.
“May I ask why?”
“Well, you see, I have a little cousin with that exact name. It'll feel weird when I see her later,” I replied.
“Oi, check it out,” Blake called. The girl in a Red bikini was seated in his lap. “This one's called Rachel.”
“Oh hell no, don't you dare,” I warned.
“Mmm, cousin Rachel, you smell so good,” he said as he sniffed her. “I'm going to make you feel so good.”
“You see, we also have a cousin named Rachel,” I said to Matilda.
“So what are you going to call me?” she asked.
“Don't you have like, uh…what's it called?”
“Oh, a stage name?” she replied, and I nodded. “It's Malti.”
“Malti…I like it,” I said and motioned for her to come closer. “Although I see why your mother named you Matilda, you have such beautiful skin.”
“Actually, my father named me,” she said.
“Shh, don't ruin this for me, Malti,” I said.
I could hear giggles coming from where Blake was seated.
“Easy ladies, one at a time,” he said and lifted Rachel (not to be confused with my cousin Rachel) and placed her on his shoulder. Then turned to me. “I'll be at the far end of the corner. I don't want to watch you have sex. Let's go, babe.”
He left while Rachel tried to kick her legs in the air, a teasing attempt at her trying to escape.
“And now we're alone,” I said as I turned to Malti.
She made a little dance, a teasing one.
At that moment, I had an idea.
Blake had gotten me a camera as a gift for my 19thbirthday. Now 20 years old, the camera followed me everywhere. I took pictures of objects or scenery.
And now I wanted to take Malti's picture as she tried to please me.
“Can I take your picture?” I asked. “You look very beautiful with how you move.”
“Interesting, you're actually the first to ask for my permission,” she said as she traced a line down her chest using her hands before settling them on her hips. “Most clients just go ahead, and I don't blame them. You really have no say in this line of work.”
“I see…so that's a yes?”
She paused and chuckled a little, “It is.”