The next morning, I was in the kitchen prepping stuff for the evening when Nicole walked into the kitchen. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed, she was wearing a short pink terrycloth robe which was loosely tied at the waist. Judging by the tantalizing amount of bare cleavage and thigh the robe exposed, I could only assume that there was nothing beneath it. Wisps of hair escaped a colorful silk scarf knotted around her head and fell into her face. “Good morning” she mumbled as though not fully awake as yet “Hey good morning, the kettle is on” I said. She pushed the hair off her face and smiled at me “Thanks, please stop by my room before you go” she said then abruptly walked out as though heading back to bed.
It appeared Nicole had woken up early to ensure I’d stop by, maybe she needed the numbers I had saved in my phone I thought. I continued working while keeping an eye on the time. Hopefully I could make it to the beach then get a nap before I’m back for the 7pm shift with Maco. When I was finally finished, I knocked on Nicole’s door on my way out “Come in!” she called out. She was seated at a mirrored dressing table brushing her hair, she looked at me in the mirror “hey, sit down” she said motioning to a plush loveseat.
I sat down and looked around the spacious suit. it was tastefully decorated in pale green and yellow with plush cream carpeting. The king size bed was neatly made and the only personal thing I saw was the makeup scattered on the dressing table. Nicole was dressed in a blue string bikini beneath a white see through beach cover-up. She was twisting her long hair into a messy bun and I figured she was probably getting ready for the beach.
“Hendy tells me you’re working in the bar tonight?” she asked swiveling around to look me over. I felt the ridiculous urge to squirm, I was wearing my favorite black one-piece swimsuit with a colorful wrap skirt covering my bottom half. I hadn’t worn a tank top and I was suddenly conscious of the clingy fabric of my suit. “Yes I’m working with the other bartender tonight” I said. Nicole looked at me with a thoughtfully and I realized she wasn’t really looking at me at all, she was thinking.
“Listen, I don’t do the back room which is why I pay for a private room with my own bathroom you understand? I will pay you $10 for each client you can arrange for me tonight.” I stared at her in surprise, while my mind tried to decipher what she had said. “Oh! so that’s why they left their cards!” I said finally figuring it out. “Yes exactly, so you will call and set up appointments? You can arrange appointments from 8-12pm. When they get here you let them in the back ok? “Ok” I said. I understood perfectly, there were 2 tiny rooms upstairs behind the stage where the local girls took their clients. Nicole was ‘imported’ which basically meant that she was pricier. I assumed she paid the owners a flat rate per night which included the room.
She walked over and handed me a stack of cards, I saw that she had selected only some of those I’d given her last night. I held up my phone “and what about these?” I asked referring to the numbers I had taken. “Call those only if the others are unavailable” she said. “So we’re good?” she asked holding out a perfectly manicured hand with that mischievous grin “we’re good!” I said reaching for her hand.
