Call Girl
Chapter 1
Rick was doing his job. Presently he was sitting on a parapet of one of the buildings that made up Stewart Air National Guard Base. So far no one had noticed him which was to be expected. After all, he was very well camouflaged and it was working.
So far today, like yesterday, nothing was happening. It was home of the 105th Airlift Wing so if the US military wanted to send something somewhere this place should be involved.
He knew there was a conflict in a place called Kosovo. He didn't need to be there to monitor it. Someone else was taking care of that. It was just that he thought sure this place would be sending supplies to that conflict. However, all was quiet.
o- [:] -o
Rick was still sitting in his place as the sun started to set. He was sitting there eating his cold dinner when suddenly the place lit up with activity. Crews were being driven out to a C-17 and other trucks loaded with supplies were driving out to it.
He put his dinner down and lifted his scanner. "CBU-87/B." He had to use the device to tell him just what those were. "Cluster bomb." That had Rick reading about them. Most looked like they were meant for soft targets over a large area.
It wasn't his job to judge these people. His job was to gather information and pass that information along. So far this planet was filled with conflicts all over the place. This just happened to be the largest one in progress at the moment.
What he understood at this point was that these people were pretty good at killing each other. The reasons varied widely but they were only too willing to kill someone. Hell, there were two hundred ninety-five murders in New York City alone. It was the place he was presently calling home.
There were sixteen thousand two hundred fourteen murders reported worldwide for the year 1998. The year 1999 was starting out with a bang and that didn't include the people killed in armed conflicts. That was a number all its own.
Rick put his device away and went back to eating his cold dinner. He sat there and watched till the C-17 lifted off and lumbered up into the air.
That was one thing he had noticed about how this planet fought. They were reliant on a solid object impacting a person or an object. How they got it there varied but it was all based off of the same notion.
Still he had seen enough so he called for recall. Now this, if anyone was looking, would be seen. Though what they thought they saw was subject to interpretation.
It started with a localized high pitched whine, then his body was broken down into cheap, diffused, eight bit, colored squares. Those same squares became far more distinct and the colors more pronounced. Then with an audible, "POING!" he was gone and was home.
Once home he began writing up his conclusions. Albanian fighters belonging to the Kosovo Liberation Army are looking for a land of their own presently controlled by Serbia. The leader of Serbia responds to this requirement violently and furiously.
Both sides appear to not care about how anyone is killed. Either military or civilians that are not armed. At the present time a small group of other nations have decided that military intervention is required. All of their actions are air-based attacks. This attack is presently still underway since March 1999.
Attached is the surveillance of these airstrikes in the area.
Rick attached the data and sent his report for the day. It was report number 285 of his assigned number of 365 days. As usual he was being paid well for his work.
He was ready for sleep but his time here was down to 80 days which was around two and a half months local time.
However, he had an idea about those final days. He was gathering information about the combat capability of this planet. But he also needed real information about the local native population. For that he had an idea. To get the person he was thinking about he needed to use the local Internet capability and hire someone to show up so he could interview them.
"She sounds useful enough. Looks pretty enough." Rick made an appointment request for the weekend. "Saturday July 3, 1999." Rick chose a date that was only a few days away. In his request he indicated what he was willing to pay for her time.
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Kate was bone tired as she unlocked her front door then locked it behind her and dropped her keys in the bowl. From there she headed to the kitchen to find a bottle of wine.
She easily found one in the refrigerator, took down a glass, and poured out all that was left which barely put any in her glass. This had her searching her kitchen for an unopened bottle but she came up empty.
"Well, hell!" She wasn't in the mood to go shopping for wine. What she was in the mood for was a nice hot bath, a glass of wine, and just unwinding. Apparently that wasn't going to be happening tonight.
She took her glass into the bedroom, stripped, and threw everything into the clothes hamper that was looking a little full. She needed to add doing laundry to her list of things to do tomorrow.
Thankfully today had been a good day as far as her days went these days. Seven crisp hundred dollar bills went into her box. They in turn would be taken to her bank tomorrow as well. Seven hundred dollars for a day's work. It wasn't her best day ever but it was a good one.
It was a damn good thing that she liked sex and had a high libido. However, all of her orgasms today had been fake ones. It wasn't that they were bad in bed, it was just that they didn't really get her. This was work and not personal.
Still she really wished she could find someone to actually have sex with and want to have a real orgasm. To actually want to have sex. Dare she even dream to make love to someone? Kate shook her head and cleared her thoughts of times that were never going to come. She drained what little was left in her glass and walked into the bathroom. She might not get her hot bath but she was going to have a hot shower. She wanted to wash today and those men off her.
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Considering that she kept her hair short, it was dry in almost no time. Walking out into her bedroom, she pulled the covers down, climbed into bed, and adjusted her pillows. Since today had been fake she needed something real. Something to remind her that she was a real woman.
It took a number of strokes of the lips of her core before she was even wet. Picturing the man of her dreams in her head was helping a lot. Eventually she was wet enough and for a moment thought about reaching for Freddie. While he was fake and she'd had three real ones inside her today, she chose not to and just kept fingering herself.
Soon she had her hips moving all over the bed. She knew just where to touch and what to do. "AHHH SHIT!" Kate lifted her ass off her bed and whimpered through her orgasm.
Kate rested till she was calmed down and relished in actually having a real orgasm instead of screaming out her fake ones. She reached for a towel, cleaned up, then rolled over and tried to go to sleep, wishing for a different life than this one.
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Kate snapped her eyes open and looked around. She could feel her heart pounding and the dream was still vivid in her mind. She could see her mother lying on the concrete, bleeding out, calling her name. Wishing that there was someone there to save her.
"DAMN IT!" Kate rolled over, pounded her pillow, and tried to go back to sleep. Eventually she worked out that sleep was impossible so she got up. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and applied a tiny amount of makeup since today was mostly tasks that needed to be done.
Dressed casually and with her shopping cart with tri-wheels that would allow her to easily pull her cart over steps, she headed out to find an open market and bought what she needed. A couple of bottles of wine, a loaf of freshly-baked artisan bread, some fruit, freshly ground turkey, sliced ham, Emmental Swiss cheese, some ground sausage, cans of vegetables since they kept longer, milk, orange juice, and some decent ground coffee, then walked toward home.
Once home she separated out her clothes and started a load of laundry, then stripped her bed and threw them at the washer for later. Followed by the towels. This meant it was a four load day.
Next came making breakfast. A little sausage and a couple of eggs that broke badly. "Scrambled it is." Kate didn't take it personally. She had already realized that she should have paid closer attention to her mother as she tried to teach her how to cook. But NO! She wasn't interested at the time. Little did she know.
With sausage, eggs, orange juice, and some toast, she sat down in front of her laptop where she began looking and eating at the same time.
She had three names on her website and a quick review showed that she had already been with them at least once so she had notes about each of them. Which reminded her, she needed to write down notes on the three from yesterday.
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Kate was still writing notes when she heard a long, loud, buzzing sound. "The dryer's done." That had her up and pulling out what was dry then taking it into her bedroom where she dropped it on her bed. Back at the washer she transferred that load into the dryer and started the next load. Then into her bedroom to sort, fold, or hang as needed.
Since she was up she picked up her empty plate, rinsed it, and put it and everything else into the dishwasher. It wasn't full enough to run it just yet. Maybe after dinner if she chose to cook dinner. Too often she ordered takeout. It was better than what she could make and it was a lot easier.
Kate went back to finish her notes then closed her laptop. Today was her day off, not a work day.
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With her laundry done and the kitchen clean, she gathered up her purse and keys and left to go shopping. She also planned to stop at the bank to put her cash into her account.
She made a stop at her favorite little shop for dresses and was browsing when she saw it. It was red halter top dress with a tie at the neck. One quick pull on the tie and it would fall away, leaving her naked. It plunged a little deep up front so it would show her cleavage and it was nearly backless.
A quick look in the mirror showed that it just barely covered the top of the crack of her ass. Suddenly she saw the smile of the woman in the mirror. She could almost see the man behind her pushing the straps off her shoulders, letting it fall. Then the man of her dreams would run his hands up her side and finally cup her breasts.
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Kate was walking toward the next store with her little bag that held her little red dress that stopped about mid thigh. Her next stop was for new panties. A little too often the men liked to rip her panties off. Did they even know what a good thong cost these days?
The emerald green one caught her eye. They had two straps over the hips that met with one strap down the crack of the ass and made of super soft satin. There was even a matching bra that went with it that was 95% polyester and 5% spandex. Only $20 for the set didn't sound bad so she was now walking out with two small bags and headed home with her new purchases.
The bags got tossed on the bed and she went into the kitchen to make a sandwich for lunch. She had to slice the bread, put the sliced ham on it along with a slice of the Emmental Swiss cheese and put the whole thing in the toaster oven to toast it and warm it up.
With that and a glass of milk, she sat back down at her laptop and began eating while looking at her website. She found one new item. "Richard Castle." It was not a name she recognized. If she accepted, he would be new. "ONE THOUSAND AN HOUR!?" Kate dropped her sandwich and stared at the screen.
It didn't say much, only that he was requesting July 3rd, beginning at noon. He gave her his address and even included a picture of himself supposedly. Her account always gave the minimum she required for a date. He gave her the minimum save for the amount of money per hour that was several times her minimum.
This had her looking up the address and found he was in Soho which meant money. The address itself didn't bring up any pictures for her so onto Google she went.
She found a five story brick building. This told her it wasn't one of those hundred and fifty story penthouse buildings which considering the amount of money being offered was a bit of a surprise.
"Richard Castle, Richard Castle." Kate began doing her search on him and came up mostly empty. She found him but nothing about him. Was he single or married? Did he have kids? Where did he work. There was really nothing at all.
Married or single, she didn't care. Most of her clients were married and very few were single. In a way that made them safer. Still he was asking for two hours so two hours for two thousand dollars.
Kate typed her reply but just as she was about to press ENTER, she stopped and deleted it completely. She finished her sandwich, drank her milk, picked up her purse and keys, and headed downstairs.
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The taxi dropped her off one block down so she walked toward this Richard Castle's address and stopped to look across the street. It was indeed a five story brick building just like Google had shown it to be.
The main entrance didn't have a doorman but that didn't mean there wasn't one inside somewhere. As she watched she saw an older couple exit a taxi and simply walk inside. Since the sun was up she couldn't see any lights come on so she didn't know where they went.
His address suggested the fourth floor and from where she was she saw a lot of windows.
Kate flagged a taxi and went back home. Soon she was sitting in front of her computer again and typing her reply. She was looking at his picture as this time she pressed ENTER.
It was done. No backing out now. At least her job wasn't usually that dangerous. She'd never really had a problem. None of them had wanted anything that kinky. It was just them and no one else. No two men at the same time. No wife watching, no video cameras that she could see. She always brought condoms with her and even anal lube if that was what the client wanted.
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Today was Saturday, July 3, and Kate had chosen to wear her new little red dress for him. Under that was a red thong and her red high heels. A red clutch that held some cash, her drivers license, three condoms, anal lube, and a can of mace; she was ready.
The last two days had been nice enough, if not normal days. Four hundred dollars each day and this one visit was going to surpass those days and a few others. She actually became aware that she was nervous.
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After paying the taxi driver who stopped out front, she looked up at the building she had seen earlier. "Fourth floor." Kate went inside and didn't find a doorman waiting inside. She took the elevator up to the fourth floor and saw a short hallway that ended with one door. This told her he had the entire fourth floor which for New York City was a bit impressive.
Kate knocked and waited but didn't have to wait long. When the door opened there was the man in the picture on the other side. "Hi, I'm Kat," Kate told him.
"Welcome. Please come in." Rick opened the door wide and let her in.
"Would you like something to drink? I have all the usuals: water, wine, milk, regular Coke. I don't have any diet Coke, sorry. Or something stronger like vodka, if you prefer," Rick offered.
"Nothing, thank you." It was one of her rules. Never drink anything at a client's place. He might put something in it.
"You can help yourself if you wish. The Coke is in cans in the refrigerator." It was almost as though he was reading her mind.
"Nothing, thank you." She wasn't violating one of her rules.
"Your money for your time." Rick took out an envelope and handed it to her. "Please count it." He waited and watched as she did just that.
Kate was a little amazed. It was a fat envelope and the two thousand was all in fifty dollar bills instead of one hundreds.
"Satisfied?" Rick questioned her.
"Yes, thank you." Kate tried to stuff it into her clutch but it didn't fit so she held it.
"Please have a seat." Rick motioned to the sectional.
Kate turned, walked over to it, and sat down. The place was mostly wide open. There was a wall of shelves that had a door in it. An open kitchen that was far better than hers. His living room had a gas fireplace and very nice, not too masculine, furniture.
She saw a set of stairs going up to another floor and could see at least two doors. The windows in this area were two floors tall. This told her he was on the 4th floor all right but he also had the 5th floor. So it really was a penthouse.
Kate watched as he sat down and put a laptop in his lap. "Shall we begin? I have a number of questions for you. First, why did you become an escort?"
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Kate was riding the elevator down to the ground floor with her money. She was still a little amazed. All he'd done was ask her questions. After the first hour he had offered her something to drink while getting a can of Coke for himself. She had naturally declined. It was her rule.
Why did she become an escort? Why was she still an escort? How much money did she make? What was her best weekend? How much of the money did the service she used take? What did she carry in her purse? Just mace and not a taser? Had she ever felt threatened while on a date? How much did she spend on clothes? How much did she spend on shoes? Was there anything she wouldn't do on a date? What was her typical client? Were they married or single? Did she think she was doing anything wrong? Did she ever have unprotected sex? Was it difficult for her to have a social life?
She had answered most of his questions. She hadn't talked about her parents or her friends which she had almost none of. No really good, close friends anyway. No, she didn't own a taser. No, she'd never felt threatened on a date. Most of her clients were married. They were typically Wall Street types. Lawyers, CEOs of companies, businessmen, hedge fund managers. And yes, she knew all their names and no, no one knew her real name. No, she never, ever had unprotected sex. Her social life was minimal.
He had thanked her for her time and if he had more questions he would ask for another date at the same pay unless she requested more money for her time.
It had been almost exactly two hours and she found a taxi waiting for her. She didn't know when he had called one for her but there it was. The driver even drove her where she told him to then she walked home.
Everything went on her bed. This time she opened up her envelope and looked at the money again. She hung up her dress, put on jeans, a top, and tennis shoes. Then she picked up her normal handbag and her cash, went to the bank, and made a deposit.
Once she was back home she opened her laptop and made a transfer. Savings accounts earned her damn near nothing so she put her money in safe investments though every investment had some inherent risk. Still she was earning some money.
Now she was sitting back and trying to think. Just who was Richard Castle? He hadn't wanted sex. All he had wanted was answers to some questions. He hadn't even touched her. Not even to shake her hand. Not even a kiss on her cheek.
He was handsome; he was clearly a hunk under those dress clothes. His voice was almost soothing and she liked his place. Even if it did need a little work.
Now she was looking to see if he had already asked for another date. Another two thousand dollars sounded really nice. Especially when she didn't have to get naked, lie on her back, and spread her legs.
She didn't find one and suddenly felt rejected. Maybe she should have answered all of his questions.