Growing up I had wished for a better life, wished for loving parents who helped me with my homework and tucked me in at night. Even after school activities to get me away from their constant arguing would have been preferable than being at home. I didn’t have any of that because my parents either didn’t have the money or could care less what I was doing with my time. Now as an adult, I look back and wonder if I truly did want a different life. I didn’t take anything for granted and tried to experience what I could with what I had. Sometimes I succeeded and sometimes I failed. I suppose that was just the way of life.
So a year ago, when I had found out about the big C and was at absolute odds with myself and everything around me, George stepped in and offered me salvation. I admit one of the reasons I accepted his offer of employment was because of the money, but I also did it for the excitement. What better way to live out your last days then to go out with a handsome and wealthy man?
The doctors hadn’t given me a lot of time to live, but here I was, a year later, waiting to go to this illicit little party. I really hoped I would come out unscathed. Vampires may like to keep to themselves, but they were still more powerful than anything on the planet. They could snap my neck and feed off of my insides before I even took a breath. I may be dying anyway, but I wanted to do it on my terms, not as someone’s meal.
The night had finally come for me to give the biggest performance of my life. I had a sneaking suspicion that I wouldn’t need to act, but I kept my mind open. My heart thundered in my chest and my palms became clammy. When I first started working for George I had gotten nervous before going out, but as time passed I become bolder, more confident. Now, standing in front of the mirror and staring at my reflection I felt like this was my first job, my first date even.
I glanced at myself once more in the mirror before heading downstairs to the waiting car. The men I was to entertain tonight had specified that the “entertainment” was to look innocent. I assumed they didn’t mean literally, because heaven knew they wouldn't find one where I worked.
I wore a white baby doll dress, strapless, with a light pink silk ribbon tied around my waist. My dark hair was loose around my shoulders and I only applied a small amount of lip gloss, just enough to plump them up. I also nixed the panties and bra, knowing if they wanted a show I was going to give them one. According to George, I was just supposed to be the eye candy. Seemed like a waste of money on their part if you ask me, but who was I to complain? If they wanted a little somethin’ while they shot the shit and got drunk, I would give them what they wanted. This was, after all, my last gig, the fireworks before I turned in the towel. Might as well make the most out of it.
I pouted my lips at my reflection and pushed my tits up. “Not bad, not bad at all.” For all intents and purposes I appeared calm and in control, but deep inside I was scared shitless. Scared at what might happen tonight, scared that my control would be broken and I would submit both physically and mentally. Well, and frightened because they were vampires, after all.
I walked downstairs, my heart slightly pounding as I thought of the night to come. It was still daylight and, although the sun hadn’t set yet and vampires couldn’t tolerate it, these boys wanted me there early. I guess they really wanted their money's worth.
Waiting for me in front of my apartment building was a brand spankin’ new black Town Car. George liked his girls to go out in style. As soon as I sat in the back seat, the vehicle took off. I stared out the window as the city lights started to flicker on. Night life was just starting to come alive. As the driver took me to what would either be my nightmare or fantasy, I knew that this little endeavor could make it so I could leave this too cramped city and live out the rest of my life somewhere else. It wasn't to say I didn’t enjoy my life and what I did, but things weren't going how I envisioned, and I wanted much more while on this planet. Being another identity for the sole purpose of making a living was sometimes painful and unbearable. I liked who I was. Despite my past, and at first, pretending to be someone else, anyone I dreamed of seemed like my own fantasy come reality. Now, I loathed it at times. I stuck through it because I loved the people I worked with. We were like a big family, full of love and happiness and joy. It was everything I never had growing up. If I really thought about it I knew this was the main reason I stayed.
East Collins was about forty-five minutes south of the city, and the closer we got to the esteemed community, the more the city life dwindled away. The skyscraper buildings shrank until only posh restaurants, law offices, and million dollar houses surrounded me. The mountains seemed to reach the heavens and I couldn’t help but sigh at the beauty of them. You could still see them from the city, but it wasn’t anything like this, so powerful and majestic.