Surprise

I snicker as I think over Derrick’s offer, “How much?” I ask him, taking a step back to get the sun out of my eyes. Derrick watches me as he places his hand on his chin and smiles, “20k if I ace my finals.”

“Finals?! But this semester just started!” I groan. Derrick grins and nods, “I know so, will you help me or not?” he asks, looking into my eyes. I look at Daniel and he smirks. He knows I need money. Most of my escort money goes to tuition and food.

“Fine,” I mumble. Derrick smiles victoriously and holds out his hand, “Shake on it.” He requests. I sigh as a take a step forward and place my hand in his, shaking. He smiles brightly, “Tomorrow at noon at the library is good for you?” he asks. I nod and he smiles, “Perfect, see you tomorrow!” he says and walks off.

Daniel grins at me and I sigh, “Ugh! I hate being poor!” I groan. Daniel laughs as he loops his arm in mine, “Walk you to your next class? Then drinks tonight?” 

I smile and shake my head, “No, I have plans tonight but maybe Thursday?” I ask. Daniel nods and we walk to our next class together.

~~~Later that Evening~~~

I decided to accept the feet fetish guy. He offered $500 more than Stiletto Kenny and Laila. I have dealt with feet fetishes before and it’s not necessarily disgusting to me but it’s not a turn-on. The agency I work for highly vets each of the clients. Background checks and even stalking sometimes. They only accept the elite and high class who can keep their mouths shut.

Karen has left to go out tonight. Sometimes I am surprised she has a life with how far the stick is up her ass but hey, now I can get dressed without any interruptions.

I have several different colors of wigs and eye contacts. Sometimes I go natural but only with clients I have known for a while and that I can trust. Most of the time I wear a disguise. 

I pull out my black wig and smile as I brush it out. It completely changes my look and I put my hair back, wrapping it up and applying wig glue. I place the black silky wig on my head and smile as I place it where it should be; I look damn good with black hair too.

Next, I pull out my contacts. This is a new client and one I don’t know so I do not want to be recognized at all. I am always worried I will get a frat boy or a prep boy from Autumn brown but so far it hasn’t happened. I have seen a professor at the club, but they didn’t recognize me, and he isn’t one of mine, yet.

I decide dark brown eyes will replace my blue ones tonight and I blink as I put them in. I then turn to my closet and look for clothes, checking the invitation I accepted one more time: 

1. Client requests manicured feet. I look down and my feet are perfect. I just got a pedicure yesterday for stiletto Kenny. 

 2. Client wants 6-inch heels worn that show polished toes and accentuate ankles. I look through my closet and find a pair of black 6-inch heels that have sparkles on them, these will do nicely. 

3. Client requests black thigh-high stockings with a garter belt, black matching push-up bra, and any colored trench coat the escort has on hand. I look through my closet and find a red leather trench coat that will work perfectly.

I gather all the items and begin to put them on, after I check myself out in the mirror and smile, I would fuck me.

I unlock my dorm room and peek my head out, checking the hallway for any fellow students. The coast is clear, and I move quickly out of the building like my ass is on fire so I am not spotted by anyone who may recognize me.

I get to the parking lot and the same black limo meets me. Bert rolls down the window and smiles when he sees me, “Good Evening, Raven.” He smiles, glancing over my outfit. I know he’s not happy I took another client so quickly but he’s not my father or paying for my college! It’s none of his business.

I smile back and open the back door, sliding in, “Good Evening, Bert. It’s a lovely night, isn’t it?” I ask, making small talk and ignoring his disapproving looks.

Bert and I always make small talk. He has been my driver since I started this adventure a little over 6 months ago. He is funny and never shames me, besides that, I work TOO much. He makes me feel comfortable.

“So, new hotel tonight.” He mentions. I nod as I look out the window and we drive more into the higher-class part of the city. Tall skyscrapers and office buildings line the streets and hotels are on this strip too. Bert pulls up to a fancy high-rise hotel and smiles, “Well, you have my number if you need me. You know the deal. I’ll be here when you come out.”

I smile and nod, grabbing my phone and checking the invitation one more time, “Room 601. The front desk will take you there.” I take a deep breath and walk into the hotel and a gasp escapes my lips. This place is so elegant and nice.

I walk confidently across the lobby toward the front desk and the man working the counter smiles, “Good evening Ms., how can I help you?” he asks.

I smile as I lean over the counter and softly respond, “Room 601 please.”

He smiles back and picks up his phone, “Yes, she is here. Of course, I’ll send her right up.” He hangs up the phone and smiles at me, “This way. You’re the guest of one of our penthouse members.” He then reaches behind the desk and hands me a mask, “The penthouse guest also requests you wear this.” It’s a black sparkly mask and I examine it; it’s one you would wear at a masquerade party. I smile as I place it on my face, and he nods in approval.

 We walk to an elevator, he pushes a button, and we step inside. He then puts a special key in and inserts the penthouse number. The elevator moves and I hold the railing as I look at him. I always try not to show that I’m nervous, but this is a new client and hotel. He smiles at me as the elevator climbs to one of the highest floors and I grip the railing tighter. 

Finally, it stops, and the bell dings as we arrive. The door opens and I am taken back by who is standing there to greet me.