TEN YEARS LATER
I walk through the corridor of the luxury beach hotel. The hotel is set on the very edge of the beach. When you walk out the back of the hotel you are already on the pier. Everything is very expensively decorated. Even the pier looks more expensive than other piers.
This hotel serves as a very exclusive club to the rich and the famous of the area. When applying to belong to the club the screening process is a long elaborate one and a lot of people get turned down in the end. Pretending to be rich will not get you into the club. Pretending to be popular cannot get you in either. In fact, by applying to belong to the club, you have already ruined your chances to join.
The only way to join is to be introduced by someone of high standing. This person also needs to be a member of the club for more than twenty years. It is far easier to be born into this exclusive club than it is to ever join it.
I remove my dark glasses when I enter the vast reception area. There is a welcome bar inside the area where anyone who enters may take a complimentary drink. The young barman notices me before I reach the bar and prepares my favourite drink before I can ask for it. He hands it to me and smiles his dazzling smile. I return his smile and can see his eyes fill with wonder as I greet him on his name.
"Miss Glower, you light up the room, as always" he has the confidence of a young man who is well aware of his own beauty and have never been turned down by the opposite sex. He is almost arrogant but still very well mannered.
"Oh Gerald. If only you were at least fifteen years older" I smile at him while I take a sip of my perfectly made drink.
Gerald leans forward on the bar. He is not allowed to flirt with the members of the club. He looks to see if anyone can hear him.
"Miss Glower, I could teach you things" His eyes are smouldering. I believe he believes his own words.
"I am flattered Gerald." I smile over my shoulder as I make my way to the pier. Gerald stares after me as he always does.
My red hair hangs perfectly styled over my shoulder. The white dress I am wearing makes my hair look like warm flames. I hold my tan clutch in close to my body as I step onto the pier. The pier is smooth and polished. The women walking on the pier with their very thin high heels does not have to worry about having a heel get stuck in a hole or crevice.
I make my way to the luxury boat at the far end of the pier. There are two men in white suits on the boat, drinks in hand, smoking cigars. As I near the boat both men turn to me.
"Miss Glower, looking beautiful as always" one of the men states as he holds out a hand to help me onto the boat. I move my clutch under my elbow, clutching it to my side with my elbow while I take my drink in that same hand. I take the man's hand and he help me onto the boat.
"Thank you, Arnold." I smile as I pass him and walk towards the other side of the boat.
I look over the other side of the boat while I finish my drink. A waiter passes me with a tray and I place the drink on the tray. I take a deep breath and look out over the water. Tonight, will be another long night. Most of my clients are incredibly discreet. They like to pretend that I am committed to them. Even if it is only for the night. Some of them are incredibly rich men who do not want to be in committed relationships but do not want to go on vacations alone. They would take me on luxurious holidays and wine and dine me in the most expensive restaurants. They treat me well and they are always gentlemen.
This client of tonight is different though. He has no problem in telling the other men who keep him company that he has acquired my services for the night. He has even on occasion acquired my services for one of his friends for the night. I only came to know about this after arriving at the location. I was furious. Especially since he exclaimed that he paid my excruciating high fee.
The door to the very large below deck cabin opens. He sees me through the doorway and yells for me to come inside.
"Good afternoon, Perry" I greet him with a practiced sweet voice.
Perry is a big man. He is very overweight and has the worst manners. He oozes money and he knows it. For the life of me I cannot imagine why these well-dressed, well-built men would hang out with him. They must be business connections. One would only sacrifice personal values for business transactions in this crowd.
Perry sits in his comfortable chair. He has a drink in his hand. The room smells like smoke. Around a small table two other men sit, clearly in conversation with Perry. The one man looks unhappy to be here. I suspect the business deal Perry is proposing here is somewhat unsavoury. The other man looks like he is hanging on Perry's every word. He is excited and sitting at the edge of his seat. He is waiting for Perry to give him some kind of information that would advance his business or career. I feel sad for him. Once you need Perry, you will always need Perry. He is not one to teach and release.
Perry opens his hand to beckon me to take a seat on his lap. He treats me like I'm his playboy bunny. Some girls would feel flattered by the notion but it feels insulting to me. I have a very selected clientele who treats me very well. It is not odd for me to only see three clients a month. When Perry requires my services for one night only it is usually to make me feel like a prostitute.
I walk over to Perry and take a seat in his lap. He finishes his conversation with the others and pats me on the behind when he is done talking to them. That is my queue to go to the bedroom. He has no problem with everyone on the boat knowing exactly when he is busy having sex. I have also found that he would exaggerate his reactions when there is someone who can overhear him. Everything for Perry is a show.
I walk through the small bedroom door and put my clutch down on one of the small bedside tables. I hear Perry's laboured breathing behind me and feel his large meaty hands on my body. He holds me from behind and slides his hands over my breasts.
"Such a fine piece of ass you are." Perry tells me as he releases me from his hold. For a moment I feel relieved that he is not touching me anymore but then I remember that I am here to deliver a service. It's always an awful service to deliver. He doesn't like to do any of the work. He would lay on his back and wait to be satisfied. Most of the time I need to awaken his need before I can satisfy him. When it is all done, I would go shower and he would return to the company he is entertaining.
I turn around eager to get the work part of the evening behind me. Perry has moved away from the bed. He is holding the door open and beckoning for someone to come into the room.
"Old friend. To celebrate finally being business partners I have arranged a little sweet something for you" He talks to the man standing right outside the door.
I roll my eyes, immediately irritated. This will be the very last time I will let Perry have any of my time. It seems today I am the cherry on top of a business deal, which leaves me in the hands of a man I have not screened or done a background check on.
Perry steps out of the room to make way for the man to enter.
I can hear the man declining his offer of me. Perry, however insists that it is a gift of good standing. I rub my temples, waiting for the receiver of Perry's gift to walk through the door.
I turn my back to the door. I am playing out scenes in my head where I tell Perry not to contact me again. I grow more and more furious by the second. I hear the door close behind me.
I turn around to see the person receiving me as a gift.
As our eyes meet my blood turns ice cold. Every nerve of my body is suddenly on fire. I gasp for breath as a panic like no other overwhelms me.
"Greyson!"