“But I have some conditions if I’m going to do this,” she says.
Fuck me. Here it comes. Let’s see how much I’m going to have to pay.
“Okay,” I say, bracing myself.
“First,” she begins. Fuck, she’s got a list. “I don’t want you to pay me. But you are going to do some real charity. Not the photo op kind. I get to pick them and I’ll pick the events as well if needed.”
Easy enough.
“Done,” I say.
She moves on. “Secondly, we need to make clear, that I’m not like some mistress of yours,” she says.
“I’m not going to have sex with you,” she repeats.
Fuck me. Is she being serious? She’s going to pass up the opportunity for me?
But more importantly, I’m going to have to do without her?
Fucking hell. But I need to be near her.
“Fine,” I say with a tight voice. I’ll just have to find it elsewhere.
“Thirdly,” she says over the phone and I can see she’s rehearsed this. “You can’t have sex with anyone else.”
What. The. Fuck.
It’s bad enough that she’s going to prance around in that hot fucking body of hers and say I can’t fuck her. But now I can’t fuck anyone else either?
I gulp. All of a sudden, I need a fucking drink.
“Fine,” I croak.
“Great!” she squeals. She doesn’t even want the money. The whole point of this was giving her enough money to not strip.
“And you give up stripping, right love?” I ask. If she’s going to be stripping at the club, then all bets are off.
“Uhm, right. Yes!” she agrees. Fuck me, I’m going mental for this bird.
“Right, then,” I say, trying to draw my mind away from impure thoughts. “Let’s plan on doing something the day after tomorrow then, love. Get us out in front of the cameras. I’ll have Pressly plan something out and you can tell me if it lives up to your standards.”
We trade details and then hang up.
I sigh deeply to myself.
Alicia
Well, I survived.
Although, to be fair, I didn’t really know what to expect after I got off the phone with him. I mean, after I got back home from dinner on Friday, I kind of just sat there, thinking about the offer.
The money would be great, sure, I couldn’t deny that. And please don't look at me like that, okay? I wasn’t selling myself. I made it explicitly clear that I wouldn’t sleep with him. And I wasn’t far off the truth, telling him I had debts to pay. But then I decided that the money was a short term consideration. The career making secrets I’d find were the long term goals.
But anyways, the first thing I do now is call Mike. I needed to make sure everything was going to be okay. Of course, Mike is enthusiastically on board about the whole thing.
“But won't the other papers figure out that I’m not a stripper?” I asked Mike. “Won’t they realize I work for you?”
“I think you’re overthinking that one, kiddo,” he answers, taking his time with his explanation. “Once we come out with our exclusives, we make sure to create a believable cover story for you. And don’t worry, as soon as I get off the phone, I’ll get some of the best people we have to set you up as Daphne Apple. Even if the Prince does a search of public databases, all he’ll see is a fake Facebook, and some government ID hits. Totally doable.”