It was well after nine by the time Miriam made it home, gave Pippin his medicine and put her children to bed.
After showering she texted Gigolo In Debt, to ask how business was tonight, as she lay on her bed.
Not good, he replied. Nobody picked me.
Worried she wrote him a long text teaching him how to advertise and how to chat up rich women.
Don't always put on a mask and be all hippie. As much as there are wealthy women who like cold, distant men, there are some who appreciate bright, gregarious guys more. You've got to vary and adapt your approach according to the circumstances!
Also, you need to charm those wealthy women when they're going about picking their spouse! Rip off your shirt to expose that chiselled chest and abs of yours before gyrating your hip a little. Those wealthy ladies would go gaga over themselves I tell ya.
Then you have to convince them that you are long-lasting and have good endurance.
Long-lasting and with good endurance I think you've got a pretty vivid recollection of that evening!
You're talking about useless things when I'm trying to teach you how to build a business and make money. You'll need to work extra hard tomorrow if you can't hit your target tonight. Like I said earlier, you have to make me at least $5,000 a day.
Gigolo In Debt replied her with a sweaty emoji.
Try a little harder and work a little more. It's still early. Who knows? Maybe later, luck will come your way. Be less choosy. So what if those rich women are fat or skinny? As long as they like you, you shag 'em…"
I'll telll you later. I'm heading to Sultry Night to get some pills and maybe recruit some talents while I'm at it!
Manager or not, you had to use some charm to get people to like you rather than just take everything they had. Cause if the people weren't happy eventually they'd quit, right? With that Miriam realized how she needed to deal with this Gigolo In Debt.
Miriam changed into a new outfit and walked up the street to the neighborhood drugstore, after telling Mrs. Della where she was going.
She looked around as she entered the store, before finally walking up to the saleslady and mumbling, "Do you have any vitamins… for making… sex?"
"Is this for a man or a woman?" the salesman asked.
"For a man," Miriam whispered.
Which one do you like? The saleswoman pointed over the counter to a line of glass cases.
Miriam didn't have to think. I want the cheapest.
"That one, then." The salesman and hand over a supplement bottle. "Get one free when you buy three."
"What is three bottles?"
"Thirteen hundred and eighty!"
"It is too dear for me. I could have done with just one."
The salesman couldn't speak and rang one up for her to stick in her bag and go.
The salesman then went to one of their coworkers casually and started a conversation, "That lady who just came is quite beautiful, Isnt it?, she shouldn't be having any conscience though."
"What?" Why?
Just think about it. She came here to buy her husband some vitamins after she had sucked him dry, but she only bought one bottle. I mean c'mon, you can't have your cake and eat it too!"
"Lol! What a horrible wife!"
Miriam had gone to Sultry Night straight from the pharmacy, after picking up a cab, and when she arrived, she went right to the back room where she and In Debt had talked that first time.
Indeed, he was there.
I couldn't see his face, as always. Dressed in black from head to toe and standing tall with his back against the couch, sipping on his drink, he exuded an air of unbearable arrogance and aloofness.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. Just look at that mentality. No wonder you weren't chosen by anyone. Miriam wasted no time scolding him right there and then. "Those rich bitches don't come here to be at the disposal of a sadist, but to have fun." Ya think that ugly mug's gonna attract anyone?
"Well, I wasn't given a choice!" Reginald kept on sipping his drink and rotating the glass round his hand.
"If you just sit back and accept what life dishes out to you, how can you succeed?" Miriam was exasperated. "You have to aim high and struggle for better things in your own life!"
"Does a gigolo also need to think big?" Reginald asked.
Naturally. Do you gigolos also have many levels?
Miriam continued her patient work with him.
You could be the top gigolo of this place with that. When you can make a hundred thousand a night, the rest can only make ten thousand. With another two years, you are able to quit while others will need at least twenty years to do so. You have to earn more money while young in this industry; how are you going to survive when you turn old if you do not work hard now?"
"It sounds reasonable." Reginald nodded his head.
Hence, you have to work hard to increase your performance. Miriam opened her backpack and took the bottle out. I got something for you here. Take it tonight and go close a big client.
"That is not necessary. My sexual urge is strong, anyway." Reginald cast a quick look at the bottle then a cunning smile beamed on his face. "Didn't you see that first hand?"
"Well, it was good once, but you probably have some issues now, don't ya, after doing it for so long?" Miriam looked at him sympathetically. "Everything that is overused will eventually wear out."
She sighed as her eyes landed on his crotch.
Reginald squeezed her chin so that their gazes were level, then narrowed his dangerously.
"What do you think? Do you think less of me?"
His eyes somehow twinkled with a kind of inner force that sent her heart pounding.
Miriam stepped back a little and kept her distance from him. "I'm just worried about your health. I even bought some vitamins for you. I should invoice you for the hours I've put in."
"Now how would you like me to repay you?"
Reginald moved suddenly closer, an almost dangerous feel to the gesture, of predator to prey.