Preface (Part 3)

“That was fun. Don’t you think so?”

Mona was looking down on her 50 year old client, another job well done in her opinion. Sometimes she wondered whether she really needed to go to University, this was rather simple and she could earn as much money as she wanted to. Sitting up she started collecting her things from around the bed. Picking up her brand new Manolo Blahnik all she could do was smile. How many 21 year olds could say that they had actually paid for such a pair without the help of their parents? Mona observed her shoes, touching the texture and patterns with her fingers. She loved the touch and she loved the look. In many ways those shoes defined who she was. Slowly and elegantly she slid one shoe on. With every inch her feet went into the shoe she admired how well and stylish they looked on her. She had not felt this good in a long while. She had wanted those shoes for months and now finally they were in her possession and she deserved them. Having put on the other pair she stood up and walked over to the window.

Looking outside she could see that the city was still up in lights, even when it was 4:30 in the morning, then again the city of Keala was one that never sleeps. Down on the streets she saw a couple kissing, while on the other side of the streets another couple was screaming at one another. Once again she smiled. She decided to open the window to get some fresh air. Once open the only thing that she really wanted was a cigarette. Looking around the room she did not see any lying around; however, she remembered her companion had some the night before. Heading over to the other side of the room she picked up the man’s jacket and started searching for the cigarettes. Going into each pocket she eventually found the cigarettes and the man’s wallet. “It wouldn’t hurt to have a peak” she thought to herself and proceeded to look through the wallet. She had to give a little chuckle when she found an identity card, the fool had given her a wrong name all this time, and apparently the man lying on the bed was a Mr. Sergei Dneprov. “Too bad I didn’t meet him when he was this young, actually quite attractive,” she noticed while taking a glance over at the old man on the bed and the handsome man in the picture. The next thing she found was a ring. Once again she gave a smile. She was not surprised that he was married; in fact most of her clients were married. It also made her job easier and more fun if they were married. She played the innocent girl desperately looking for a real man to take care of her; for some reason the married types always fell head over heals for the act. She gave these men what their wives used to give them and she was good at it.

Mona walked over to the man on the bed and looked at his face and again at the picture of the young man in his twenties. “It is such a pity Mr. Dneprov. Really it is, you were not half bad to tell you the truth and you played along so well. To tell you the truth I would not have minded doing this another time. But sadly I’ve got a policy, no more than three dates.” She rolled the man onto his back and sat down on the edge of the bed, “Why would a man who seems to have everything he would ever want in his life, a family, a good job, and a future, want to jeopardize it. You men are all the same.” She gave out a little chuckle and glanced around the room. “You could have at least taken me to a better place than this apartment. How much did you pay for the night?” She got up again and headed towards the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror she gave another smile.

That long black hair was something she had gotten from her mother and probably what she liked most about herself. She had what people would call a very innocent look or girly look; she would also be described as the perfect girl next door that everyone had a crush on. Her make-up was a bit smeared so she turned on the sink and started washing her face with the cold water. While cleaning her face all she could think of was how she had spent the last 8 hours with the man, Mr. Dneprov, who was lying on the bed.

She had met Sergei twice before and each time she had given him the same treatment; however as with other customers, if they return for the third time she would always spice it up a bit and give them something a bit extra. He was somehow connected with another customer she had had who had mentioned her to him and then contacted her. Although she preferred her customers to not have external relationships with one another, something was different with Sergei that deeply interested her so she agreed to a second visit.

They had met at a café near the main square of the city around 8:30pm. It had been their meeting spot for the previous encounters. Mona had put on a short skirt, a stylish shirt and her brand new shoes. She knew she needed not to bring anything else; the man was going to pay for everything. She had agreed with him that he would put on clothes that others would think he was going out in the town that night. At the other two encounters Mona had not kissed him; however, considering this was the third encounter she greeted him with a nice long kiss. The fact that this caught him, as well as all those in the past, by surprise only made the night better. A man is a man and if a beautiful girl puts out their brain activity limits itself. Mona had kissed him and looked him deeply in his eyes and given him a smile and then kissed him again. She was going to show him a great time, one that he would never forget.