I knew living on my own would be difficult while I was in university, but I didn't expect to fall broke so quickly. I wouldn't get another salary for four days, and even then, it would only cover my rent and a portion of my food. My family was dealing with their own financial difficulties, so I couldn't exactly ask them for money.
However, I don't have much time to think about this because I can't be late for my next lesson or I'll be in big trouble. I rise from my sat position in my bed and put on a white blouse and black jeans. I have yet to do my laundry at my building's damp basement laundry room, and they are the only clean pair of jeans I own.
Before I go, I take a quick look in the mirror; my long brown hair is a mess, so I twist it into a tight bun to keep it out of my face. To be honest, I could have put more care into my appearance, and if I had, I probably wouldn't have looked so horrible. Makeup was daunting because I had no idea how to use it and wouldn't know where to start. I sigh and take my shoulder bag, checking that my laptop and books are inside before locking the door behind me and walking down the street.
I can tell right away that the jeans are a mistake; it's the middle of summer in London, and the heat on the backs of my legs makes me sweat even more.
The university campus is only a few blocks away, so I can easily walk there; I don't have a car, and I don't like the buses here. As the last few students enter the stuffy lecture hall and take their seats, I hurry to the back and take a seat next to my good buddy Poppy.
"Hey gorgeous" She smiles as I place my belongings on the floor next to hers, collecting my books.
"Hey girl, new bag?" I return her smile with a whisper. She smiles and reaches down to touch the cloth of her clearly designer red leather tote bag. It's stunning, and it's the third new purse I've seen her wear this month. In fact, the majority of her clothing is new, and she even has a new watch that sparkles in certain lights.
"My daddy got it for me" She moves forward in her seat to have a better look at me. Her response perplexes me.
"Your father is a mechanic how could he afford all this?" I make a motion toward her clothing. Sure, her father owned the mechanic's shop, but they couldn't have made that much money, right?
She giggles gently, unconcerned about the professor at the front of the room, who is plainly oblivious to all the noise in the hall. "Not my father, my daddy," she grins at my perplexed expression.
"I'll explain after class" She then turns her head forward and stares at the speaker, who has cleared his throat and began speaking to the rest of the audience.
"What do you mean your daddy buys you this stuff?" I sling my bag over my shoulder and quicken my pace to match her long confident strides, her heels clicking each time she strikes the pavement.
"You can't judge me when I tell you okay?" As we sit on the library steps, she asks quietly.
Why should I criticize her? I nod swiftly. As a cool breeze passes past me, I tighten my Danteet around my body.
She sighs softly. "Okay, so basically a month ago I was in a financial bind and spotted an ad online for girls in need of money. It's a completely legitimate agency, similar to a matchmaking service. They unite girls in need of money with older men who have more income. It's similar to dating, but you get paid for it." She notices my stunned expression, which I have tried to maintain to a minimum. She hadn't even hinted that she was dating someone, let alone someone older.
"I'm basically his 'girlfriend.'" We go to meals, art galleries, and functions. Some of them wish to flaunt a lovely girl on their arm, while others simply like the company of younger girls. In any case, I make roughly four times what I would have made as a waitress."
"Wait, have you quit your job?" I inquire, and she nods. Poppy worked weekends in a cafe and was often complaining about how bad it was. When she stopped complaining about how tired her feet were or how annoying some clients were, I assumed she had a wonderful shift.
"Is it just one guy?" I'm concerned that my pal has become a professional prostitute.
She laughs. "There's just one of them. Adan is his name, and he works in investments. He's in his late thirties, I believe, and he's actually kind of humorous, which is a good thing because else it would be a total drag."
"Wow that's um, that's interesting" After a lengthy time of silence, I finally speak.
I'm not sure if one guy makes things better or worse. I can see the appeal of it all, and Poppy is really stunning. She's tall and thin, with dark tanned skin and bright blue eyes; boys have always fell at her feet, so I can picture some jerk paying for her to hang out with him.
"It's not as horrible as you believe. He gives me a say in what we do and never forces me to do anything. Plus, as you can see, he lavishes me with presents. All I have to do if I want or need something is ask." My stomach grumbles loudly, as if on cue.
Poppy is aware that I have been experiencing financial difficulties for some time; she was the only one to whom I confided, and I owed her money for a variety of items that she insisted she could pay. Now I see how she was able to afford them.
"You could do it too!" She smiles warmly and reaches for my hands. "They would love me so much if I brought some more business!"
Business? I'm not a prude or anything, but I never thought I'd be in such a desperate circumstance to believe this was a good idea.
"No, I couldn't," I flinch, pulling my hands back and frowning. It would be nice to have some money, but not like this.
"Come on Amelia, you're starving. You haven't been able to purchase food for God's sake, the wage you get at the restaurant barely covers anything, and the most of your money goes toward rent for that filthy apartment you live in. This is an excellent opportunity. I'll make sure they give you a really nice guy because I brought them you. Plleeaaaasssseee"
I bite my lower lip, thinking that my best buddy was selling me to some rich unknown stranger I hadn't even met yet. And what if I get a dud?
Surely not all of these individuals are doing this for the right reasons; there must be some bad apples among them. I don't want my lifeless body to wash up on the Thames months after I went missing while on a date with a 50-year-old pervert.
And if my parents found out, they would be so disappointed in me that I would be disappointed in myself.
But I'm so broke and hungry that a little extra cash would be welcome. What if everything went perfectly? What if Poppy and I had enough money to enjoy our time in London? Going to Self fridges to buy before having lunch at fantastic restaurants, my stomach agrees with a subtle growl, 'that would be nice'. I'm not sure why I'm thinking about it; it seems like a terrible idea and a no-brainer at the same time. I'm perplexed, and I'm still hungry. What's the harm in seeing what all the fuss is about?"I'll meet with them, but I'm not saying yes just yet," I groan as she enthusiastically claps her hands."Fantastic! Let's go get you into something sensual, and I'll drive you to their offices." She gets up and gathers her belongings."Wait a minute, right now? "Would you like to take me there right now?" I join her and swiftly re-adjust my bag to my shoulder. I don't have any more classes for the day, yet everything is moving too quickly."You are wasting away by the minute, the sooner
I've given them all the same replies, albeit extremely vague ones. "Well, I'm studying business and media at university and..." Lory leans forward in her seat, shaking her head, her hands resting on the enormous mahogany desk. "No, my sweetheart, not what you're doing now. What is your most ardent desire? If the sky was the limit, anything would be possible. What would you do if you were granted a wish for a life?" I pause for a second to ponder, but the answer rushes out of my mouth before I can stop it. "I've always thought it would be incredible to be a screenwriter, you know, writing for television and movies." "However, I'd also like to write books." My cheeks quickly flush when I say the words. That's something I've never told anyone else, not even Poppy. I don't want to look over at her and see what she thinks of me in case she thinks I'm a moron. Lory grins, as if this was the solution she was looking for. "Beautiful, simply beautiful." And available; many guys are lookin
"Next weekend he's taking me on his boat, I can't tell you the last time I was on a boat!" Lory grins as Poppy squeals with excitement, taking a drink of the tea brought in by her assistant."It's such a lovely time for it right now." Amelia, have you finished it yet?" I agree and pass Lory the forms, who scans them quickly before lifting her left eyebrow."You're still a virgin?" She inquires, puzzled. I nod, because it's never happened to me before. Guys don't seem to be interested in me; I'm almost invisible to them. Poppy beside me is astonished as well; I look at her and notice her gap mouthed expression. Lory is humming."That's a good thing Amelia, you'll make nearly double what other girls do because of it" Lory returns to the top page and glances at her computer monitor. "All that remains are your photos and measurements." "We might as well do them now while I have you here," she says, standing and motioning for me to do the same."Stand over there," she says, pointing to a s
Poppy has finished applying my makeup and is scouring my closet for an appropriate attire 45 minutes later."So, she didn't give you any hint about who your match is?" Poppy asks, holding a blouse on my chest before shaking her head and returning it to the wardrobe."No, no idea." "All she said was that she had the 'perfect man' for me," I repeat to myself as I go through my drawers."Perfect, huh? "I'm curious what he's like." She responds with a dreamy tone. I'm pretty sure Lory hasn't found 'the one' for me, but if she thinks he's a good match, I'm curious why. "How're you feeling?" Poppy interjects my thoughts as she arranges a black summer outfit on my bed for my approval. The skirt is beautiful and flowy, and the top half fits snugly against my chest, giving me a nice shape; not too revealing, but displaying a little skin, I nod my head appreciatively."I'm really nervous, I know I'm probably not going to meet him today, but Lory is kind of intimidating," I confess sheepishly
Unfortunately, Poppy is out with her friends and won't be able to assist me in getting ready for the night, so I'm on my own. I still have the rest of the afternoon, but if I do it alone, I won't have any time. I start going through my closet, seeking for the perfect outfit, or anything close enough. After considerable thought, I opted on a mid-length black tulle skirt and a white top. It's possibly not elegant enough, so I decided to be daring and wear a pair of high-heeled boots with it. Now that that's out of the way, I spend an hour on my makeup, which I have to redo twice because it doesn't work out the way I want it to. I'm nervous, and my hands are shaking while I apply my mascara. I know nothing about this guy, yet I've agreed to go on a date with him. It would be less frightening if it were just a blind date arranged by a friend, but this feels like a job interview and a date rolled into one. If this date goes well, this guy will essentially be renting me out as his girlf
This is something you can handle. It'll only take a few of hours. He's not going to murder you. Pretend it's a date, and forget that you've never truly dated and are probably terrible at it. You'll be OK. "Yes, sir," Ambrose responds, his face set on a mad run for the door. "Thank you for driving me, Ambrose" I grin up at him, he bobs his head and keeps his attention on the ground as if he isn't permitted to look at me directly. "Enjoy your evening, Miss Kendrick, Mr Whitlock," and my buffer vanished. It's just the two of us now. I return my gaze to the man in front of me and give him a nice smile. "Nervous?" I can't lie, he says. His fixed gaze on me makes me feel like I'm hooked up to a lie detecting machine. I nod my head and crack a shy smile."Yes, I've never done anything like this before," I say as he tilts his head and watches me, his own lips twisting into a delicate smile. "How did you get involved in this?" As he takes a sip of his water, ice crystals clink on the gobl
"So wait, you're meeting with him today?" As we go along the corridor towards our lecture hall, Poppy asks me. I agree, having just completed telling her about my meeting with Mr Whitlock last night. "That's moving quite fast, you really like him then?" I shake my head and shrug. "I guess I just think this is the best solution for my situation." He's not a creep, he's got money to burn, and if it turns out that I don't really like him, it's okay because he travels so often." Even though the conditions appear to be in my favor so far, that doesn't indicate that my luck won't change throughout the negotiation. "Has he told you how much he's going to offer you?" She inquires, speaking more quietly now that we are surrounded by classmates. "I'm not looking forward to hearing how far I've fallen in terms of self-esteem, even though I don't know any of them."Not yet, but he advised me to quit my employment in order to be more available to him. So if I don't have to work, it must be won
As he draws nearer, I feel a quickening in the rhythm of my heartbeat. He places his hand on my waist and goes in for a cheek kiss. I have no idea what to do with my hands or, to be honest, any other part of my body, so I just give him a small grin. As I greet Mr. Whitlock with a pleasant "Hello," I see Grace is staring at me intently. Mr. Whitlock mumbles, "Amelia," before taking a step back and keeping his hold on my waist. "I only have an hour, shall we get started?" Lory instantly takes action, directing me to one side of the table and motioning for me to take a seat next to her before taking a seat herself next to me at the table. She crouchs to the side of her body, slides out a stack of papers, and places one stack in front of me and one stack in front of herself. When I look up, I find Rhodes is watching at me intently, and I can't help but smile when I catch his gaze. Just then, I saw him reaching into his suit danteil for a pen. "Okay, Amelia. The contract will be read