THE PRESIDENT'S SON'S ESCORT

DAISY

Today is a bright day...

I'm doing my hunting at the Intercontinental and I'm equally prepared for the day. Armed with a few dollars to enable me to cater for several bottles of wine, I check myself in the mirror for the last time and then pick my clutch bag. I'm running out of funds and all I need right now is to get to the Intercontinental, get myself a bottle of an expensive wine and sit at a specific location where I'll be able to see whoever is coming in or going out. Damn! I so need this extra dollar to find my lifestyle!

Cara is at the living room watching the television and as I approach her, she doesn't seem to notice me since she's so much engrossed into whatever she's watching.

“I'm leaving honey.” I say, tapping her back from behind the couch to attract her attention.

“Take care sis. I love you!”

I grin widely as I exit the apartment towards the lift. I'm staying on the fifth floor and right now I can't use the stairs since I'm in a hurry.

As I exit the elevator heading to the parking lot, I can't help but think about Cara. She's my younger sister and she's barely out of highschool. She's staying with me as she waits for her results to determine which college she'll attend.

Well, my name is Daisy Albert and I'm twenty two years old. I graduated from highschool when I was barely eighteen and I went straight to college. I graduated from college a few months ago but I started living alone immediately I hit twenty.

I'm the firstborn in our family while Cara, my only sibling and sister is the lastborn. In,short, our parents had only the two of us then called it a day!

My dad is late.

It saddens me to remember the situation in which he died but all I pray is for his soul to rest well.

Well, he was involved in a grisly road accident as he drove his boss to the airport and they both perished in it, leaving my mother a widow and us, his children, partial orphans.

While growing up, life wasn't that smooth but either way, my parents were able to pull some strings here and there, making ends meet.

Dad passed on when I was in my last year in the university and his death hit us really hard. I'm glad I had started doing some menial jobs here and there and I had already rented my little apartment.

Mum was the typical housewife and she relied entirely on dad and when he died, everything we owned literally disappeared into thin air.

Our house was auctioned due to the massive debts dad had and since he was just a mere driver, we were thrown out into the streets.

My mother and Cara had to move into my apartment for accommodation and I became the sole bread winner, at twenty!

Juggling between classes and hustle was such a hard task such that I decided to venture into my current business...selling my body to the highest bidder.

Eventually, mom secured a job and she moved out and to be sincere, she's now doing better in life now that she's independent. She managed to see Cara all through high school and now here she is, waiting for her results.

She lives with mum but she always comes to live with me during the holidays and right now she has sworn never to go back to mum's since she's so strict and she doesn't let her do things her own way.

My car stands all alone at the parking lot since it's in the evening and most occupants haven't come back from their daily hustles.

Well, I always work at night...if you know what I mean..

I unlock the door and climb into the car and ignite it. I'm hoping for the best tonight since I can't go to mom to beg her for money. I just can't!

As I drive off towards the Intercontinental, I can't help but meditate on Cara's words the day she found out about my job. She promised not to tell anything to mom but she couldn't help but voice her concern.

She asked me if I knew the risks involved in my hustle and I assured her that I perfectly knew them and I was taking the necessary precautions. She didn't seem convinced and she went on to advise me on the pros and cons, dos and don'ts... She's so mature for her age and I really love her for that!

I assured her that I'd look for an alternative job but deep down, I knew I couldn't secure any other job which could fund my lifestyle better than whoring!

Sometimes, I question my sanity and the urge to quit pushes me but again, I remember I have bills to pay and a lifestyle to fund. For instance, my car, as old as it is, it needs to be fueled to enable me to travel around easily.

Secondly, my apartment needs to be paid, my hair needs to be made, I need colognes, fancy dresses, shoes, latest clutches...I need this money for literally everything!

“Bitch, how far are you?” I almost forgot I was supposed to meet Myra my best friend at the Intercontinental. She's my partner in crime and we always connect each other to mouthwatering deals...she's my to-go-to person and never once has she failed me!

“I'm almost there!” I inform her. “Anything good going on?”

“Hurry up honey, there's a meeting at the VIP lounge and rumours has it that the Governor's son is in that meeting. We might get lucky tonight, you know?”

“Really? Give me one minute!” I say then hang up. I'm over the moon with excitement and all I need now is to get there and take my position. I might get lucky as she has just said!

I heard the guy pays well for services rendered and this might be the only way out of this shit hole called prostitution!

****

The meeting at the VIP lounge doesn't take long after I arrive and I'm glad I've already taken position near the VIP exit. Several prominent guys walk towards the exit but I'm less interested in them. My mind is only set on the governor's son who happens to be young, unmarried and a heavy spender.

Myra's eyes too are focused on him and we've already decided to let the most seductive lady to win. No hard feelings at all!

I'm holding my breathe as I wait to set my eyes on him and start doing the usual seductive moves but he takes long to come out. I wonder what's taking him that long!

Minutes pass and I decide to concentrate on my drink since I've let many rich guys to pass by without giving them attention, some who showed clear interest in me but I just snobbed them. Well, you can't blame me, can you? My mind and soul is only on one person today...the governor's son Asher Benard!

“There he comes...there he comes!” Myra who's seated closer to me whispers, making me shift my attention towards the VIP exit.

Oh my! Isn't he cute?

He's surrounded by bodyguards and as I stare at him, licking and biting onto my lips seductively, our eyes lock and immediately we hold the gaze, I continue with the torturous seductivity, something which my friend is also doing. However, both of us are in for a ride shock...

His eyes turn from smiley to scornful and later, burning anger and fury takes over as she eyes both of us scornfully. That alone makes me stop and I shamefully concentrate on my drink, something which my friend does too.

Well, it doesn't end at that!

The guy I initially described to be cute and handsome earlier walks over to us, still in the company of his bodyguards and clears his throat to catch our attention.

We both rise our faces up and the scorn we're met with makes us face our drinks once more.

“Continue with your outdated seduction you cheap whores!” he roars, making both the patrons and the waiters in the whole restaurant to stop whatever they were doing to concentrate on us.

“Have you suddenly gone mute?” he adds when he gets no answer from us.

Oh no! Apart from being rich and cute, nobody told us that he's an arrogant piece of trash!

“We are sorry!” I finally gather the guts to answer him. “We didn't mean to...”

“Shut your tramp you insolent hoe. Do you think I'm that cheap to be seduced by cheaply dressed faggots like you? Do you?”

“Honey, what's happening here?” a young girl who seems to be in her early twenties approaches him and clings on his arms. His gaze softens and he turns to peck her them places a soft kiss on her lips. He then turns to face us and speaks once more.

“These cheap bitches thought they'd seduce me but tell them what, I don't spend on cheaply smelling slum dwellers like them. I was just giving them a piece of my mind!”

Oh my!

One look at the girl and all I can smell from her is sophistication and affluence. She's expensively dressed and her gold chains daggle under her chin, making me feel like a small fly in a mammoth pot of soup. No wonder the fucked up governor's son sees us as godforsaken pieces of shit!

“Let's leave honey. We have a flight to London to catch, remember. These cheap whores can continue wallowing in poverty for all I care!” the sophisticated lass who I assume to be his girlfriend or lover says, making my stomach flutter.

Up until now, I didn't take myself to be cheap or even a looser but right now, I feel humiliated and I wish the earth would just open and swallow Myra and I alive only to elude this shame!

If this ever comes to pass, I'll never show my face anywhere near the Intercontinental ever again!

“I won't sit here and let you speak to these ladies as you wish!” I look up and I'm met by the most beautiful girl who by the look of things appears to be our saviour.

Asher's bodyguards take position as they wait for their boss's permission to tear the intruder into pieces but thank God that doesn't happen. He signals them to stay put, assuring them that he's incharge!

“And who are you to command me young lady?”

“Let's go love, no need to create a scene here!” his sophisticated lover speaks, trying to pull him away.

“Wait Rihanna, and if possible, stay away from this!” he says softly to his lover but the anger won't just leave his eyes. “Not until I put this fly in her place. Who does she think she is?” he barks, extending his hand to roughly grab her arm. The lady evades it and stares at him daringly.

So his lover's name is Rihanna? No wonder she looks so gorgeous...except for her foul tongue ofcourse!

“If you dare touch me with your filthy hands, all hell will break loose and heads will start rolling.” she shouts, adjusting her sunglasses. “Well, since I don't want to keep you waiting, I'd like to tell you who I am... My name is Sophie and I own the Escort agency you got this bitch you call your girlfriend from!”

“Escort agency?” both Myra and I gasp, as the young girl Rihanna flinches and starts to walk away.

One look at the governor's son's face and it has turned red with fury.

“Are you stalking me Sophie? If it's about the agency fee I can always send into your account. Just stop this game or you'll get hurt!”

“And you think your words scare me? Hell no, they don't!” Sophie retorts, making me flinch as well. She's so daring and it's like she's bitting more than she can swallow. “What did you expect when I provided a girl for you as you requested and after the session you had with her, you conspired to keep her and never to pay me my commission? Where do you think I get my money from? I source all these escorts and I train them with my hard earned money and if you think you can dupe me, you're highly mistaken!”

Rihanna has already disappeared and the governor's son appears to be tongue-tied.

“I-I- I'll settle you.” he finally manages to say. “Guards, let's leave!” he gives us one last angry sweep then walks away, his head raised high up as if he has just won a trophy!

“You better, else I'll spoil your reputation in this State!” Sophie warns.

“Get back to work!” I hear someone, most probably a manager commanding his juniors and I see the waiters running helter skelter to serve customers who are just trooping in.

“Thank you fo coming to our rescue! What can we ever do to pay you?” I say to Sophie who's still standing near our table.

“It's nothing.” she smiles. “Here's my card.” she says as she fishes out two business cards from her clutch bag and hands them to us and we take them willingly. “Just search my Agency up in the internet or better still, call me or visit my office for clarification!” she adds as she goes back into her bag and chucks out some crisp clean dollars. “Here, settle your bills and sorry for the trouble.” she them smirks as she leaves to wherever.

I don't even check to see where she's headed to as I pick the money and after counting it, I give half of it to Myra and without bothering to finish my drink, I carry it and Myra follows suit as we exit the hotel heading towards the parking lot. I'm glad we paid before ordering so no one will run after us demanding us to pay our bills!