Cold Carbon
"All In" Sonya Macbeth
She was tapping her foot to the beat of the saxophone playing in the lounge. The dim lights and thin veil of smoke spread across the room clandestinely. Sitting alone at the bar waiting, she didn’t have to wait long. You could always count on a man to buy a lady a drink. She felt the eyes stare, but only one set made its way to her.
It was the most interesting part of the job…to see which one will take the bait. Sometimes they were good looking, sometimes not. It didn’t matter. They were there to spend money and she had to make them do so.
He called the barkeeper and bought her a drink.
Sonya found pinstripes charming on a man. However, those weren’t the only charming thing about this one. She knew business and pleasure don’t mix well together. She knew the contents of her contract. But this man was so handsome, so charming, so funny…and so… so hot. Maybe she would have a couple of drinks… or more.
Conversation flowed easily just as every new drink he bought. It was good for the business…
If she allowed herself to flirt more, he would surely spend more. It was all for the business…
She always thought about the business…and her contract…
It was getting hot at the bar. Barkeeper glanced at her cautiously. He knew how she was supposed to roll. Man’s suit jacket hanged off the chair; his unbuttoned shirt was giving a sneak peek of what seemed to be perfectly chiseled chest. He rolled up his sleeves. She couldn’t miss the opportunity to touch that alluring tanned skin.
He invited her to his room. She knew what her contract said… she couldn’t accept the offer but
nobody said she couldn’t walk him to his room. They both had too much to drink, but he had more. She couldn’t let something happen to a precious customer. He could fall and break his leg. That would not be good for business…
They took the elevator to the fifth floor. The stairs were out of the question. He pulled her close sliding his hand over the smoothness of satin covered curves. The elevator buttons
were pressed… tenth floor, twelfth, seventh… a kiss was okay, just for a tiny second…then they will stop…she could control the situation…
The door on the fifth floor opened. They staggered through the walkway, giggling. She knew it went too far. She also knew camera-free spots… she will just say goodbye and leave.
Things didn’t go as planned. She panicked. She couldn’t lose her job. Or disappoint Rowan. But he wouldn’t let go… she found her mini panic button that hung off her bracelet and sent a signal to Claude.
In a couple of seconds, she saw a tall suited up figure marching towards them. He didn’t notice what was going on. Claude pushed him and with one light, but precise blow he fell to the ground unconscious. She could not hurt a customer.
Her eyes were burning with rage. One vehement slap landed on Sonya’s beautiful lipstick smudged face. She lost her balance and found herself on the floor. Tears filled her eyes.
Claude’s unbending face frowned in disgust. “There are lines you cannot cross! Remember that!”, she hissed and took the half-conscious man to his room. He won’t remember anything tomorrow.
"All In" Sonya Macbeth
She was tapping her foot to the beat of the saxophone playing in the lounge. The dim lights and thin veil of smoke spread across the room clandestinely. Sitting alone at the bar waiting, she didn’t have to wait long. You could always count on a man to buy a lady a drink. She felt the eyes stare, but only one set made its way to her.
It was the most interesting part of the job…to see which one will take the bait. Sometimes they were good looking, sometimes not. It didn’t matter. They were there to spend money and she had to make them do so.
He called the barkeeper and bought her a drink.
Sonya found pinstripes charming on a man. However, those weren’t the only charming thing about this one. She knew business and pleasure don’t mix well together. She knew the contents of her contract. But this man was so handsome, so charming, so funny…and so… so hot. Maybe she would have a couple of drinks… or more.
Conversation flowed easily just as every new drink he bought. It was good for the business…
If she allowed herself to flirt more, he would surely spend more. It was all for the business…
She always thought about the business…and her contract…
It was getting hot at the bar. Barkeeper glanced at her cautiously. He knew how she was supposed to roll. Man’s suit jacket hanged off the chair; his unbuttoned shirt was giving a sneak peek of what seemed to be perfectly chiseled chest. He rolled up his sleeves. She couldn’t miss the opportunity to touch that alluring tanned skin.
He invited her to his room. She knew what her contract said… she couldn’t accept the offer but
nobody said she couldn’t walk him to his room. They both had too much to drink, but he had more. She couldn’t let something happen to a precious customer. He could fall and break his leg. That would not be good for business…
They took the elevator to the fifth floor. The stairs were out of the question. He pulled her close sliding his hand over the smoothness of satin covered curves. The elevator buttons
were pressed… tenth floor, twelfth, seventh… a kiss was okay, just for a tiny second…then they will stop…she could control the situation…
The door on the fifth floor opened. They staggered through the walkway, giggling. She knew it went too far. She also knew camera-free spots… she will just say goodbye and leave.
Things didn’t go as planned. She panicked. She couldn’t lose her job. Or disappoint Rowan. But he wouldn’t let go… she found her mini panic button that hung off her bracelet and sent a signal to Claude.
In a couple of seconds, she saw a tall suited up figure marching towards them. He didn’t notice what was going on. Claude pushed him and with one light, but precise blow he fell to the ground unconscious. She could not hurt a customer.
Her eyes were burning with rage. One vehement slap landed on Sonya’s beautiful lipstick smudged face. She lost her balance and found herself on the floor. Tears filled her eyes.
Claude’s unbending face frowned in disgust. “There are lines you cannot cross! Remember that!”, she hissed and took the half-conscious man to his room. He won’t remember anything tomorrow.