Chapter 11 -- THE BOSS KNOWS
(NOTE TO READER: One of my followers suggested that I might start my chapters with a comment about my story. As many have surmised, this is not a story of fiction. My writing reflects real events in my life. As described to one reader, "
As written, the timeline is probably 90% accurate; the dialogues are probably 85% accurate. But the overall story line is 100% accurate. From beginning to end, my story carried on for almost 6 years. The earlier days are actually the most vivid and those are the experiences that I share in my writing." I cannot change who I was. I truly enjoyed the majority of my experiences. The major casualty of my chosen life was the damage that happened between my family and me. My family would eventually discover my activities and banished me from the family. Chinese shame is not something to be challenged. Unfortunately, I have been fully estranged from my family for over ten years.)
For the first time all weekend we both went truly silent. For the next two hours we concentrated on our tans, turning every few minutes. But halfway into sunning ourselves, Mae excused herself to go inside to pee. She was gone almost twenty minutes, and returned to the sun.
But two hours proved to be plenty of sun. Mae said, "I don't know about you but, I think I've had enough sun for one day." I looked down at my tan lines and realized my skin had turned a soft hue of pink. Not a real sunburn, but enough to know my skin was done cooking for the day.
We stood together, put on our robes and went inside. As we entered the house, I could hear my phone ringing. I answered it. It was a guy. I said, "Yes, this is Vanessa." He immediately asked if I was available. He mentioned that he saw my number online. He made no mention of being referred by Marcus. I told him I was not available the rest of the day. I asked him to call me in the morning. He asked what time. I told him any time after 8:00. I hung up the phone and looked at the screen. It was overloaded with missed calls and voicemails. Mae watched me as I started listening to the calls. There were a few referrals from Marcus, but most were not.
I put down the phone and Mae said, "You're going to need to choose a place to work out of. I like you a lot, but with the amount of guys that are calling you I don't think it would be a good idea for you to keep having guys meet you here. I'd be spending all day doing your laundry."
I asked, "What should I do?"
She said, "Just get a motel room. Over on First Street there is a Motel 6. Far from being a fancy place, the rooms are cheap. I'm certain the management would figure out why you're there, but they won't say anything if you're paying your bill. But, it is centrally located and most guys who are looking for girls like us know the area. I've met more than my share of guys there."
During one of our previous lunch time conversations, I had told her about the driver's license that I had that would get me into bars. The image was close enough to pass and the height and weight matched me. She asked about the license and whether I still had it. I told her I did. She asked me the name on the license. I told her. She then asked what was the birthdate and address. I didn't know. She asked if the license was expired. I knew it wan't. I retrieved it from my purse that had been sitting on the family room coffee table since I arrived Friday night.
We looked at it together. She thought the picture was close enough and the license was still good for 18 months. She said, "For the next 18 months, use this it if you want to get a hotel room. Pay cash. You need to memorize the birthdate and address. You do that and you'll never have a problem getting a room."
I stared at the license and tried to commit the address and date to memory. As I did she said, "When you go to the motel check it out first. Try to get a room upstairs and near a set of stairs. This way your guests can come and go freely. Also, try to get a room with two beds. Just in case some of your visits get extra sloppy you can use a different bed as a backup."
"It sounds like you've done this more than once."
She smiled and said, "Way more than just once."
She asked, "What are you going to tell your parents?"
I asked, "What do you mean?"
She said, "You'll probably not be at home too much. And with the exception of the rare customer that you start to trust, I don't think that you should invite them to your parents' home."
"Why do you let guys come to your home then?"
She said, "I mostly advertise massage. We didn't check massage on your profile. Your profile indicates fucking. Unless you feel a rare connection, keep them away from your parents' home. The last thing you want is your parents to walk in when a 55 year old man is fucking the shit out of you."
I questioned, "55?"
She said, "You will have younger, you will have older. But most of the guys who will be willing to pay your price tag tend to be 35 to 60. Most of them are tech people."
She said, "Is this too much all at once?"
I said, "I'm sort of having a hard time believing it has all happened."
She said, "That may be so, but I've watched you. I had a feeling you might have a wild side to you, but you have totally impressed me. When you told me about Pete and getting tied up by your friends' boyfriend I had no doubt about you. When I got naked with you, you followed like it was nothing. And when we kissed it was like it was a natural thing to do. And then in 24 hours you fucked 10 guys. You said you had been with what, 15 guys? You almost doubled it in one night and added a girl on top of it. I have no doubt that by the end of the week that 10 will be 50. My phone never has rang like yours does."
"Now, back to your parents, what are you going to tell them?"
I asked, "Tell them about what?"
"You need to come up with where you are until all hours. Do both your parents work?"
"Yes."
Mae asked, "When do they come home?"
"My mom is usually home by 5:30 or 6:00, my dad gets home a little after that."
Mae thought about it a moment and said, "You just got a new job for the rest of the summer. You can still work at the bank, but tell them that you are going to work at a restaurant. Tell them your shift starts at 5:00, but because it's restaurant and bar it's open until 2, you might have to stay until 2 or 3. Tell them the tip money is excellent and it will give you a lot of cash to help pay for school."
I thought about it and said, "They're going to worry about how I'm going to get home."
"Just tell them you can get a ride from a friend that works there. In reality, just take a cab home."
I said, "Again, it sounds like you've done this before."
"I've had to explain my weird hours and extra cash-in-pocket before. Do you think your parents would be ok with it?"
"Yes, but knowing them, they will want to come visit me at the restaurant."
She said, "Just tell them it's a restaurant for young people. It's loud and noisy. Not a fun place for them. They'll understand. You can actually start taking calls as early as you want and as late as you want. Trust me, make as much money as you can. In 5 or 6 years you can still do this, but your phone won't ring as much because there will always be a new Vanessa that comes onto the scene."
She paused for a moment and asked, "Do you like being so popular?"
"I had no idea how much I'd like it."
She smiled and said, "I went ahead and did something. You said it was ok."
I asked, "What?"
She said, "Terry knows."
"What?!"
She said, "I couldn't wait to tell him, so I sent him an e-mail."
I said, "Are you kidding?" I thought maybe she was kidding. Why would she bother with an e-mail instead of texting or even calling.
