Built on Lies
I just drove five hours and would really appreciate it. ' The receptionist stared at me before making a call. 'Miss Masters? I'm sorry to bother you but there is a gentleman here at the reception desk who would like to speak with you. He said his name is Adam Parks.
Yes, I'll tell him you'll be here in about ten minutes. ' Sylvia spoke as soon as she came into the visitor's center. 'Adam, what the hell are you doing here? We better step outside and talk privately. ' 'I came to see Eve.
I must have written down her phone number and e-mail address wrong. The lady didn't find her name in the register so I asked her to look for yours. What's going on? Where is Eve?' 'My god Adam, you shouldn't be here. Christ, I don't know what to tell you.
' She looked shaken up a bit. 'How about the truth? Does Eve go to school here?' 'Yes she does, but her name isn't really Eve. It's Christy. God, she's going to kill me if I tell you anything else.
' 'Look, I don't know what the hell is going on. I need to see her—I just drove five hours to get here. Where is she? Why did she lie to me?' 'Hell, you might as well know the truth. She's working.
I told her not to get involved with you but she didn't listen. ' I was confused and had no idea what was going on. Sylvia handed me a card with the number of an escort service written on it. 'I'm sorry, Adam.
Maybe a different time and place, the two of you would have made a nice couple. ' Sylvia walked away, leaving me standing there with more questions than answers. What did she mean? Did Eve work for this escort service? And if so, what exactly did she do? I called the number on the card and a woman answered.
Is she available?' 'She's out at the moment but will be free later this evening. Would you like to procure her services?' Shit! She must be a whore or something. I decided to play along and get an appointment with her. I guess I wanted to surprise her the way she had me.
It's a reunion party and I need a nice looking woman on my arm. ' 'Our price is two hundred dollars an hour. If you should want an escort all night it's fifteen hundred dollars. Our minimum is two hours.
We do not force them to do anything they don't want to do. Any gratuities are extra. ' 'Two hours should be plenty of time for dinner. ' Damn, four hundred dollars to say 'fuck you' was a hell of a price to pay but would be worth it.
'I need a credit card and the location of where you are taking our escort since you aren't registered with us. ' I had to make up a name. I didn't want Eve or whatever her name was to know it was me. 'Mark Adams and it's the Holiday Inn, banquet room.
' Most every major motel had a banquet room, but I didn't know what credit card to use since mine all had my name on them. Then I remembered the one for my dad's business and decided to use it. I'd have to explain to him why I charged four hundred dollars to his card, but I'd worry about that later.
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