Lex had been watching the guy for days, and luckily, his habits were extremely regular. Eve stood outside his favorite coffee shop, pretending to be engrossed in a magazine from the nearby stand. Through the window, she watched him turn to leave after picking up his order. She put the magazine back, and started walking in front of the building, ready to compliment him on his tie, or, more realistically, for him to compliment her in the new blouse and skirt Lex had sent her. As she approached him, she felt her feet catch on something, and before she could balance herself, she was sprawled on the concrete, a shooting pain in her knee. Looking up, she caught sight of the Philip's back as she hurried away from the scene of his crime. Of course Lex wouldn't even trust her to get someone's attention properly.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine" She snarled at the man who had come to help. Realizing that he was her guy, and remembering what she was there for, she changed her demeanor. "Can you help me up?"
He did so, and she leaned on him, hobbling slightly. Looking down at her leg, she saw a thin line of blood.
"Are you sure you're okay? Here, let's find a place for you to sit down." He guided her to a table outside of the coffee shop. She straightened her leg and raised her skirt, cringing again at the sight and the knowledge that she had to dance later that night.
"That looks pretty bad. Look, I'm sure the restaurant has some kind of first aid kit; you want me to get you a Band-Aid?"
"That would be wonderful, thank you so much!" she said, trying to sound sexy and pained at the same time.
He returned a few moments later, Band-Aid and Neosporin in hand, as she propped her leg up on a chair.
"Could you put it on for me? I'm sorry, it's just in an awkward place."
"Oh, of course" he said after a momentary hesitation.
"My name's Eve, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Kenneth." He put the Band-Aid on, trying to be furtive about looking up her skirt. She had opted not to wear underwear that day, and the choice seemed the desired effect on him.
"Thank you again, Kenneth. Really, I just don't know how that happened."
"Some people can be so inconsiderate."
"Yeah. It's a lot better when I'm not on my feet. I just wish I had a place to sit down for longer, at least until work. With the brunch crowd coming in, the manager probably wouldn't like it if I stayed here."
"You could always come to my office."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah, it's just around the corner. You could sit there until you have to go to work."
"That would be wonderful, Kenneth!" She cooed, standing up and linking arms with him. "Do you work in a big office building? I've never been in a big office building before!"
"It's in an office building, all right. Where do you work?"
"Vintage store."
"That sounds like a fascinating job"
She told him all about it, as they made their way to the imposing structure where he worked. They reached his office, and wanting to be rid of him as soon as possible, she sat on his desk and spread her legs.
"Wow, this is huge"
"I've got something else here that's huge." He walked over to her and started kissing her and unbuttoning her blouse while she slipped the bug into her hand and onto the underside of the desk. Letting him kiss her neck a few more times, she hastily pushed him away.
"Gee, Kenneth, you're really sweet and all, but I gotta get to work."
"Are you sure?" He had a death grip on her breasts, and continued slobbering all over her neck.
"Yeah, I'm sure." She slid off the desk. "Why don't you give me a call sometime?" She scribbled the number of her favorite pizza place on a legal pad.
"Maybe we can see a movie sometime"
"Maybe we can." She ran to the elevator as quickly as she could with her towering heels and skinned knee.
She couldn't believe Lex's nerve. It would certainly cost him another $20, at the very least. That night, she went to The Bobcat, and after her usual, if somewhat somewhat more painful, performance, ran backstage to find Mr. Priver waiting for her.
"Hey, Evie, it's him again. Room three."
"Thanks, Mr. Priver." She left the room, pretending to be oblivious to the giggles and whispers behind her. Reflexively smoothing her hair and straightening her back, she walked in. Lex looked handsome as ever, standing casually by the vanity table.
"I did it." She walked towards him, trying not to be happy to see him.
"Very good, Miss Teschmacher." He took out his wallet and started rifling through bills. "Fifty, wasn't it?"
"It was seventy-five, but you owe me extra for what Philip did to my knee. It's a hundred."
"It can't be that bad, Miss Teschmacher."
"Lex, I'm a dancer."
He gave her a patronizing look.
"And, well, even considering what else I do, you still owe me twenty-five dollars. It makes my legs look less nice, and it'll prevent me from getting into some positions that I might normally-"
"Let me look at it."
"Really? Okay." They sat next to each other on the bed, and she peeled the Band-Aid away.
"That's not worth twenty-five, Miss Tescmhacher."
"Are you kidding? It's so red."
"It'll go away in a day or two."
"No, it's huge. Come on, look at it." She draped her leg across his. "It's awful." She bent her leg slightly, letting the fabric of her dress slide to her upper thigh.
"All right, Miss Teschmacher." He took out his wallet and handed her a hundred dollar bill, one of about eight from what she could tell.
"You know, Miss Teschmacher, I'm not sure if I should keep coming here."
"Why not? I've done a great job."
He laughed slightly at her look of consternation, "It's nothing to do with you. You'll continue to work for me, I just feel as though my coming to a place like this doesn't exactly help my reputation as…"
"A man of wealth and taste?"
"Thank you, Miss Teschmacher, I can speak perfectly well without your interjecting with sub-par music references."
"You recognized it, though." She slid onto his lap and put an arm over his shoulder, and he gave her a distracted kiss on the lips.
"So in the future, I'll have Philip pick you up and take you to my place. If that's all right with you."
"Yeah, that'd be great!' She unsuccessfully tried to hide her excitement. "Where do you live?"
"Wilmer Street"
"No shit! The Wilmer Street?"
He nodded.
"Jesus."
"I don't think I'll be there much longer, though. I'm planning on relocating, shall we say?"
"From Wilmer Street? Why?"
"It's a little public for my taste. I'm looking at somewhere a bit bigger and less noticeable from the outside."
"That sounds nice too" she kissed his cheek, nuzzled against him, and when neither gesture got a reaction, she gently bit his earlobe. "You know, Lex, a hundred dollars gets you five sessions."
"Is that what they're calling it these days?"
"Come on, Lex."
She shifted her position so that she was straddling him, and they kissed properly again. It was slow, sexy, and gentle. His hands went to her waist and she silently begged him to move them up just a few inches. After what seemed like an eternity, he did it, lightly cupping and squeezing her breast. She kissed him harder to show her approval, and he kept at her. He was maddeningly confident with her, touching her with all the calmness of ownership. She'd had her breasts treated reverently and aggressively, but never so casually. It felt good, though, and when they finally broke contact, she immediately leaned in again, right as he eased her off him and stood up.
"I have a meeting at 3:00, so I should probably be on my way."
"You always have meetings and appointments, don't you?"
"I'm a busy man, Miss Teschmacher. But it means I've got plenty of jobs in mind for you."
He walked out, and she flopped down on the bed. Frustrated by the fact that he didn't go farther, she rolled onto her stomach and slid her hand between her legs. Five minutes later, she sauntered into the dressing room, and described the ideal sexual escapade to the half-admiring, half-distracted girls around her.