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"So the basis of the arrangement is I will pay for your last three years of medical school, pay you a generous monthly stipend and help you get into UW's internal residency program in exchange for-"
"-Sex" I cut him off frankly.
"Sex?" H...
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Lennox POV
"Okay, okay! I'm coming" I rolled my eyes as I ran into my bedroom to stop my phone's incessant ringing. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through my notifications to see that I had two new direct messages from tonight's client.
DMs always, never texts. As an obvious security measure. All of my business is conducted through a finsta. The only real things on it are the pictures I post of myself. Everything else is fake; fake name, fake job.
The profile says I'm an esthetician, and it's set up the same way any legitimate business page would be. There's a link to my website with a booking calendar, a page with services offered, and a price list. All of it is a code.
Some of the coded language is blatantly obvious, like in the questionnaire— it asks if my clients would like a monthly subscription to my services or if it's a one-time treatment. Others, take a bit more work to decipher, like 'the couples spa package' it's not an euphemism for a threesome, but for my girlfriend experience package. The package which my client ordered tonight.
I know what you're thinking, Lennox girl, this sounds hella dangerous. Honestly it's safer than using tinder. All of my clients work under a referral system- previous clients refer new clients. There are safeguards in place for my safety; anytime someone refers a client they must also pay a $1500 deposit. This ensures my clients chose the friends whom they refer to me wisely, or else it'll cost them. The deposit is refunded after I've returned safely from my date. Dates only take place in public, no exceptions. Appropriate places are parties, hotel rooms, clubs, banquets, galas, restaurants etc.
The ringing of my phone once again brings me out of my trance. "I've seriously got to go," I mumble under my breath checking myself in the mirror one last time before grabbing my purse.
"Ms April?!" I call out whisper yelling as I walk briskly out into the living room of my apartment. "Ms. April, I'm leaving now. I should be back around 2... No later than 3. Thanks so much for doing this again I'll pay you in the morning on the way to school."
"Nonsense sugar," Ms. April shook her head, "I keep telling you don't you worry about me. That's what my kids are for. You got too much on your plate already, go on now I got everything over here"
I looked at her crossing my arms, "I'll pay you tomorrow. Bye Ms. April, thanks again" I called out before rushing out of the door.
Ms. April is my next door neighbor, and surrogate grandmother. She's family. Pretty much the only family I have, it's just her and Jayce.
I took the elevator down to the lobby where there was a car waiting for me. I never drive to my dates, people are weird and I don't want anyone trying to take down my license plate or anything. I always use a car service, not uber but the ones businessmen and women use. They take their security protocols much more seriously. It's expensive, but I just add it to the overall fee for the night.
