Eve woke up at 1:00 the next afternoon and blearily got dressed. The first few weeks, she'd found it difficult to sleep through most of the morning, but she'd quickly gotten used to it, just like she had everything else.
Stepping out into the city, she walked around the neighborhood and up to some of the nicer areas. It saved subway fare, and there was always the possibility of getting some extra work. Not that the early afternoon was full of job opportunities, but it had happened plenty of times before. That particular day wasn't a lucky one for her, however, and at 10:30 at night, after her usual routine of window shopping and getting lunch from a hotdog cart, she was back at The Bobcat dressing room, staring at the mirror.
She was tired of the whole thing; tired of men who didn't even bother to learn her name, tired of having crumpled twenty dollar bills practically thrown at her, tired of people in the club talking about her as though she wasn't standing right in front of them, or being called a whore to her face and behind her back, of having to put cardboard on the soles of her shoes because some sleazy businessmen couldn't spare an extra two dollars for her. Tired of—
"Hey baby, you're on in five."
She exhaled deeply. She'd go on that night, just like she did every night. Then, she'd wait in the dressing room before helping some balding, alcoholic prick relieve his tension. Then, she'd go home, and do the whole thing over again.
"Thank you, Mr. Priver"
After adding a little bit more blush to her cheeks, she walked out of the room and waited in the wings to go onstage. Once the last act was brought to a close, there was the announcement, the musical intro, the immediate application of the stage smile, the bumping, the grinding, and the applause when she left. Then, there was the dressing-room routine; taking her make-up off, helping other girls with their costumes, gossiping about whomever wasn't in the room. Then, just as she was dreading, the knock at the door.
"Yes, Mr. Priver?"
"Evie, um, someone wants to see you."
She thought about pleading period, but remembered the holes in her shoes.
"Okay, what room?"
"Two. But Eve are you in some kinda trouble?"
"No, what's wrong, Mr. Priver?"
He shifted awkwardly. "It's Lex Luthor."
"Excuse me?" She felt her heart quicken.
"Yeah" he nodded, looking over his shoulder. "Is there any reason he would want to see you? Because I can hide you if you need me to."
"No, no. I don't—he'd have no reason to be after me for anything."
"Well" Priver shrugged "I guess you'd better see him. I don't want him mad at me-us for any reason. Can you be out in five?"
She nodded and Priver left, closing the door behind him.
"Oh my god, Evie!" Lydia shrieked. "Lex Luthor, the Lex Luthor wants to see you."
"I thought he was in jail; shouldn't he be in jail?"
"No, they've never been able to get him for anything."
"But then why's he famous? He can't have done anything that bad if he's never been in jail, right?"
"Jesus Christ, Eve." Her half-naked coworker, Sandra rolled her eyes. "Everybody knows what he's done. The 14th Street Massacre, dumping that politician in the river. You know, my uncle had to go to a mental hospital because of him."
Everyone stared at her until she was forced to elaborate. "Yeah, my uncle owed him some money, but he didn't have it. So he, my uncle, that is, checked himself into a mental hospital because he thought he could be safe there. He spent five years there, then he died, but no one really knows how, so it could be that…"
"Sandy, you're not making her feel better" Lydia chastised.
"Right, sorry. Well, hopefully he's a good fuck, at least."
"Oh my god." Eve whimpered. She imagined everything that could possibly happen, and every scenario seemed to end with her either in the trunk of a car or at the bottom of the river.
Before she could think any more, she forced herself to get up and walk out of the dressing room. She slowly walked to the back room, as always wondering exactly what she was going to find on the other side of the door. After smoothing her hair down, she stepped into the room.
Oh god. She'd seen men before, she had seen plenty of men before, but he was far better looking than any man she had seen, at least in real life. He was tall, looked to be decently muscular, had thick, glorious brown hair, and the most absolutely elegant suit she had ever seen. Bright blue with a bit of red and purple, it was obviously tailored perfectly. Suddenly, the thought of being roughly bound and gagged didn't seem so terrible. He sat on the small chair by the little vanity that added an air of respectability and eroticism to the room. Though now that he was there, she realized how shabby it must all appear.
"Hi". Of course he had a perfectly darling smile, along with a perfectly darling, masculine voice.
"Um, hi." She found herself grinning as she walked towards them. And he had darling blue eyes too!
"Lex Luthor. It's a real pleasure to meet you. I very much enjoyed your show tonight." He stood up and extended his hand.
"Thank you, thank you so much. I'm Eve." She managed to giggle as they shook hands. He paused slightly, as if expecting something. "Teschmacher" she supplied
"Well Miss Teschmacher, I have something of a proposition for you."
"Good, I like propositions. You wanna undress me yourself, or you wanna watch me do it?"
He smiled in a way that made her feel like an idiot while simultaneously making her want him more.
"It isn't exactly that type of proposition, Miss Teschmacher."
"Oh, okay. Um" she sat on the bed, and he joined her. "Well, what type of proposition is it? Because that's really the only kind I'm used to, and I should let you know right now, I'm not gunna deliver anything illegal for you."
"No, it's nothing like that. You see, there's a certain Washington senator who's going to a certain party in Metropolis for the weekend. Now, all I need you to do is get him into one of the guest bedrooms and into a compromising position of some kind."
"Oh, and then you'll get a picture of it and blackmail him!"
"Very good, Miss Teschmacher."
She shrugged, trying to hide her grin. "Well, you know, I've seen it in movies."
"It's a standard method of extortion, but unfortunately, the girl I usually used for jobs like this has moved on. Now, how much do you usually charge for a job?"
"Tw—thirty-five."
"Really, Mr. Priver told me it was twenty." He continued before she could answer, "So, why don't we say an even forty for the time you'll be giving up."
"I'll also need a dress."
"Do you?" he cocked an eyebrow.
"Well yeah, do I look like the type who has an appropriate dress for something like that?"
"No, I suppose not. What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
"Good. We can go to Kendall's for the dress, and I can fill you in on the details. I'll meet you outside around, let's say 2:00."
"All right" she moved in closer to him. "But, um, what would you like to do in the meantime? I won't even charge you or anything, you can just make sure that you're getting the absolute best for your senator friend."
He laughed slightly and moved away from her. "That's very generous of you, Miss Teschmacher, but I have every faith in your abilities. And I don't know what your assumptions about me may be, but I don't exactly need to pay a girl like you to help me through the night."
"Oh." She scooted farther away from him.
"And Miss Teschmacher, if you tell a single soul about this-"
"Oh no, no, of course not! Trust me, I know how to keep my mouth shut."
"Very good"
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow them."
"It was a pleasure, Miss Teschmacher." He stood up and shook her hand again, before walking out the door.
She sat on the bed a few more seconds, trying to bury her disappointment under the excitement of the job ahead of her. She'd never fucked a senator before, at least not that she knew about, and she had certainly never had a dress from Kendall's, let alone been to some swanky party for government-types.
When she came back to the dressing room, she was met with a dozen questions from the other girls. She answered them gladly, telling them all about how cute he was, how many orgasms she'd had, and how much he had tipped her afterwards.
Just as the questions became too in-depth for her to answer realistically, there came the familiar knock at the door. "Hey, Sandra-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Sandra stubbed out her cigarette and the conversation ceased with a flutter of ruffles and jewels.