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For the next few days, Nia raised her prices for the money she lost on her date with Thomas. By the end of the week, her earnings were close to $5k, but she was still annoyed with Lorenzo that he’d ruined her night, but she couldn’t let that affect the rest of her day. Every so often, she would take breaks between busy weeks like this and treat herself to a weekend away in New York at museums or art galleries, but this week she was too tired for that. Sometimes she just wanted to spend time in her apartment all week just relaxing and catching up on dramas on tv. She was thankful she had the luxury of staying home for a week if she pleased for the freedom in her profession to do so.
Nia was appreciative for the things she had, especially her condo. It sat in the middle of center city, not too far from all the good upscale restaurants and from her family. It was the first big purchase and she furnished it nicely. The large living room was adorned with a blush pink couch and glass coffee table facing the flat screen TV on the wall. It was a two bedroom, but the second bedroom was used as a beauty room for her makeup, wigs, and extra storage space. There was also a painting easel on in the corner near the window that she hadn’t utilized since fall. She left one side of her the room blank, with only a pink backdrop. The room came in handy for photoshoots she posed for the escorting site. Her bedroom was her sanctuary and very girly. The walls were a creme color and it everything was pink. She never embraced her femininity until college, so she felt as though she was making up for it. Nia paid close to 3k per month for the apartment, but it was worth it. She had a perfect view of the city and she loved every minute of it, but days like this, she missed her family.
Her father used to tell her about mob activity and race riots in the area from when he was in high school in the 60’s. At the same time, Nia’s father didn’t know what she did for a living and just assumed she worked in a business firm because that’s what she told him. Every month she’d send him a check in the mail to help with bills. That afternoon she knew she wanted to visit him as his health declined in recent years. She know he’d be even worse if he knew what she was really up to.
Her childhood home sat on Bainbridge street in a quiet neighborhood in South Philadelphia. She always enjoyed this area but she had attended a private school across the city, so she spent very little time there in her formative years. But something about home always made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
When she opened the door, her father aging greeted her. His dark skin was wrinkling from years of smoking and long hours working at the water department. “How’s my baby doing?” he asked.
Nia leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m good, daddy, missed you.”
The two sat in the cramped living room filled with photos of Nia and her younger twin siblings who were still in high school. The walls were lined with faded green wallpaper and the carpet was wearing as well. She always offered to help him repaint the house or something, but he always sad he prefered the look of something used.
Her father, Reginald, sat in his recliner, admiring his oldest daughter. “You sure you good?”
Nia nodded. “Yeah I’m fine, just wanted to check up on you.”
She glanced over to the small kitchen in the other room. “Do you need me to go grocery shopping or something?”
Her father shook his head. “No. I been meaning to go for the past few days, just forgot. Sabrina and Nasir at football practice.”
“Cool,” Nia nodded and eyed the door. “I can go right now, dad. Give me a list and I’ll get what you need.”
Reginald sucked his teeth and sat back in the recliner. “Okay. I need some bread, chicken breast, Ritz crackers, bacon—“
“No bacon,” Nia chimed in, taking notes on her phone. “Your doctor said you need lean meats for your heart.”
“Like I was saying,” Her father interrupted her. “bacon, green beans, milk, cereal, chicken breast, pasta, and maybe some other stuff I done forgot.”
Nia checked the list and glanced at the fridge. “I want you to be okay, daddy. I’ll be right back, call me if you need me.”
She kissed her father on the cheek before making the short commute to the nearby Acme Market. The brightly fluorescent lit grocery store was busy with shoppers. As she began putting things into her shopping cart, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
When Nia unlocked her phone screen she saw it was a client on her private escorting app. The picture was of a red-haired guy with a full beard and a strong jaw named Adam. He looked like your typical Philly hipster in his 30s. He passed all of the app’s background checks and photo verifications, but she still needed to interview him.
Nia pondered this for a moment, she was making nearly $100k per year escorting and she didn’t “need” the money, but she always thought about planning for the future.
She took a deep breath and accepted the request for screening that afternoon. She exhaled Anadolu Yakası escort and continued shopping for her father in the busy grocery store.
Thirty minutes later, she was back at her father’s house, surprised to see her younger siblings there sitting on the couch playing video games and reading magazines.
“Hey sis,” Sabrina greeted, leaning in to give her sister for a hug.
Nia rested her bags on the floor and kissed her brothers’ heads. “Hey ya’ll, my partners in crime.” She said affectionately. “It’s been a while, how’s it going?”
Nasir paused the game and helped his sister with the bags.
“It’s been cool.” He said, taking a bag from her and setting it on the kitchen table.
Both Nasir and Sabrina were tall for their age, which always surprised Nia because they looked like teenage giants beside her. They were twins and they took after their father, even with their deep skin and kinky curls. Nia favored her mother. Their mother’s photo sat on the mantle. She’d passed away ten years ago from breast cancer and after that, Nia had to step up and be a type of mother to her siblings over the years.
“How’s school going?” she asked, sitting beside them on the cramped couch.
Nasir shrugged. “Man, I hate my math teacher, he keeps tryna fail me in stats.”
“Mr. Owens?”
“Yeah, him.” He replied, throwing his head back on the couch. “He never cuts me a break, I swear.”
Nia nodded and rubbed his shoulder. “Listen, if you need extra help, you know I’m good at math.”
“I know, I know.” Nasir exhaled. “Imma think about it. Thanks, Ni.”
Sabrina smiled and looked her siblings talk. She missed Nia and the long talks they had.
“Nia, can we go skating sometime, like we used to?” Sabrina asked.
Nia looked over at her sister and the magazine she was reading. “Sure, of course we can. Are you okay? How have things been with you?”
Sabrina closed the magazine and set it on the coffee table. “I’ve been fine, but the coach on the team won’t let me play at games.”
“Listen, you got on that team for a reason,” she held her sister’s hand. “Maybe he’s just scared about your safety, but whatever it is, you know you are more than capable of doing just as well as your teammates. You’re just as good as the boys, never forget that.”
Sabrina perked up a little bit and rested her head on Nia’s shoulder. “I guess you’re right. Just please come to my games when they let me play.”
Nia smiled and gave her sister a side hug. “I promise. Now, let’s unpack these groceries and cook something nice.”
***
Nia decided to take a walk around South Philly for a bit before meeting with her perspective client. She missed these streets, but her mind drifted to Lorenzo whenever she saw Italian flags in the windows of residents in the area. She enjoyed being around other cultures, but Lorenzo frightened her in dark way. She wanted to stay away but something about him drew her in.
Nia agreed to meet with the potential client, Adam that afternoon at a starbucks near downtown. She was always took precautions, including carrying her mace and leaving her GPS active on her phone. When he walked in, she was expecting someone taller, but he was only a little bit taller than she was, standing at about 5’9. He had a nice face that was framed by clear glasses.
“Hey, I’m Adam, are you Chastity?” he smiled and outreached her arm
Nia returned the handshake. “Nice to meet you, Adam. Let’s talk.”
Nia smiled and took mental notes during the meeting. “So what exactly are you looking for? A friend, sex partner, girlfriend experience?”
Adam shrugged. “I’m a no-bullshit kinda guy. I need someone to show off around my buddies and someone to fuck, ya know?”
Another one of those guys. Sometimes showing off to friends was exhausting, but money was money.
Nia nodded. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“Too busy,” he shrugged. “I work between here and Chicago and I’m kinda sick of the girls on Tindr and I don’t think they can handle me.”
She chuckled and made a mental note of that too. “Okay, I get it. You know I charge about a grand per hour for dates, extra for sex, and I don’t do business trips.”
Adam nodded. “Yeah, you’re a little expensive but I heard you’re good.”
“Yeah, I am.” she replied confidently. She didn’t like to boast about herself but she was one of the best. “So when would you like our first date, and where? I require a forty-eight hour notice before each date.”
His ginger eyebrows rose. “Ummm maybe next month? I’ll be away in Chicago but I’ll be back then. I can give your deposit in a couple of weeks if you want.”
Nia nodded and shook his hand. ” Sounds good, it’s a deal.
**
That same afternoon, Lorenzo had a phone conference call with some of his “business” associates. They were planning on doing a hit on a few men that threatened some of his family. He had a long-standing rivalry with the Mancuchi crime family, decades long, but this time was too went Anadolu Yakası escort bayan too far. Last year, Sam Mancuchi killed his cousin after a poker game and he never quite got over it. Lorenzo knew if he laid low for a while about it, he would be able to get a good hit on him, with help, of course.
He wasn’t a man that liked waiting for people, and he never liked to appear desperate, but damn, he wanted Nia. When he looked through her file, he couldn’t find much about her romantic past, but he knew she dated someone named Antoni Piccone.
Guess she likes Italians, he thought.
But he knew there had to be something more about her. She seemed so independent and he liked that quality. Not that he didn’t like needy women, but he admired a woman who could stand on her own two feet.
Before he could finish his thought, his phone buzzed on the other side of his desk.
Nia: So where do you want to take me out?”
It was rare that Lorenzo smiled genuinely, but this girl made him smile. He glanced over at his calendar and it was packed, but he wouldn’t miss this.
“You’ll see.” He texted back.
Just then, Kenny came back into his office. “Sir, you needed me?”
Lorenzo sat back in his chair. “Kenny, please clear my schedule.”
“But sir, you have an appointment tomorrow with—“
“I said clear it.” Lorenzo said with his usual affirmative tone.
Kenny shook his head and left the room.
That night, Lorenzo looked through his closet and made sure his suits were ironed. He became worried about small things like that after his father died. His father always told him he must look his head around everyone, but it’s most important around women and your enemies.
***
The next Saturday night, Nia was ready for her date with Lorenzo. She was nervous but she prepped for it complete with a bikini wax, mani-pedi and facial. Something about him turned her own in a dangerous way but made her want to trust again. They agreed to meet at the bakery and she was wearing a satin knee-length red dress with spaghetti straps. She wore strappy black heels and her hair was its usual waves but in a half-up half-down hairstyle with simple makeup with lashes and red lip. She knew this dress enhanced her curves and she had a feeling he liked curves.
When Lorenzo arrived, he stepped out of the car and held the door open for her, helping her get in.
“You look amazing tonight, Nia.” Lorenzo said, making sure she was safe and inside the car.
Nia reached over to the other side of the car to unlock his driver’s seat door so that he could get in.
“Thank you, very sweet of you.” She replied. It was the first time in a long time she nervous for a date.
On the short ride over to the restaurant in center city, Lorenzo parked out front, in a bus zone. He walked over to the passenger side of the car to help Nia out.
“Won’t you get a ticket?” she asked, holding his arm.
He patted her hand. “I’m fine, my guys will take care of it.”
He nodded towards two men in suits standing on the side of the street. It’s like he knows everyone, Nia thought.
When they entered Capital Grille near City Hall, the host merely just nodded at Lorenzo and escorted them both to the center of the busy restaurant where they sat at a lone table. Nia was impressed to say the least. It was one of the few restaurants she hadn’t been to in the city.
After a few minutes, the two settled down to order and before Nia could speak, Lorenzo ordered for her.
“She’ll take the steak and shrimp, with a glass of pinot grigio please.” Lorenzo said, looking over at Nia, who was surprised. “And I’ll have the twelve-ounce steak with greens on the side. I’ll take some scotch.”
“Of course, sir.” said the young waiter.
Nia sat there, surprised and almost aroused. Usually, she hated when men ordered for her, she typically found it to be rude but with Lorenzo it was different, it was assertive. And he looked damn good too, he was wearing a crisp white button down shirt tucked into black pants and a suit jacket. It was simple but he made it look sexy. His lips were full, almost like hers and his face looked so smooth with his olive complexion.
“So,” Lorenzo sat back in his chair. “I wanna know you, tell me something I don’t know about you, Nia.”
She rested her arms crossed on the table. “Well, what do you already know?”
Lorenzo chuckled. “That you’ve been in your work for two years now, you went to Temple for a bit, you one first place in your spelling bee in grade school, I know where you grew up, etc”
“Hmmm,” Nia tried to keep her cool, but this was a little unsettling. “So, what would you like to know?”
“What do you do for fun when you’re not working?” Lorenzo asked.
Nia shrugged. “I like to paint but I haven’t a while, I started in high school.”
“What kind of things do you like to paint?” Lorenzo took a sip of his scotch and studied her.
This escort bayan caught Nia off guard, no one’s ever really taken an interest in her art.
“I can do a lot of things,” she explained. “Portraits, landscapes, etc. I like to paint from sight mostly.”
Lorenzo smiled at her.”So why do you escort? You could’ve been an artist as well. “
Nia shrugged. “When I was in school I learned a lot about business and I did a project on the history of sex work and how it relates to personal economy. After that, I did it once and it was quick money, then I decided to do it full time. I love art, but I don’t think I could support myself with that.” she explained. “Here I am.”
“There you are,” Lorenzo said, nodding. “I don’t dislike what you do, but I have another, more personal question.”
Nia took another sip of her wine. “Yes?”
“How often do you have sex with your clients?” he asked. “Or, is that mixing business with pleasure?”
She looked around, no one was focusing on their table, except for the two men near the entrance in suits. “Hardly ever. I’m picky with men and I charge higher for sex, so it’s rare. Maybe once a month or so.”
Lorenzo smiled at his date and cocked his head to the side. “Once a month? You need to be satisfied more often than that.”
Nia wasn’t sure how to take his comment, but the room seemed to be getting smaller and smaller the more he looked at her. Before she could say anything, the waiter came back with their food. The strong aroma of steak and sautéed shrimp hit her nose and her stomach growled. She dug into her food to avoid the question but tried to maintain her composure.
“I’d rather not get into that part of my work here, “she explained. “I’d like to know more about what you do.”
Lorenzo swallowed a bite of his steak and cleared his throat. “I work in the restaurant business.”
Nia furrowed her brows. She knew that wasn’t the whole truth. “Come on, we both know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t like talking about that part of business in public, if you don’t mind.”
“I understand.” she nodded and studied the restaurant.
Lorenzo took a small sip of his scotch and looked at his date from across the table. “Would you consider working for me?”
Nia’s rolled her eyes and smiled. “I work for myself for a reason. I don’t need a pimp.”
“I’m definitely not a pimp, but I could double your profits.” He suggested. “I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“I’m comfortable where I am right now, I don’t need any help.”
Lorenzo smiled. “Be my girl then.”
Nia sipped her wine and looked into his deep eyes. “I’m not anyone’s girl.”
“You know I’d treat you right,” he said. “I admire your strength and you’re a very a beautiful woman.”
She couldn’t help but smile. At this point, she’d heard it all but she knew he was a man with standards and a powerful alpha male, someone that she likes. He was a little different than men she was used to, but she liked the way he was direct with her. Something about him made her want to put her guard down. His green-eyed stare seemed to pierce her, as if she were the only person in the room.
“I’ll think about it.” She said with a small smile.
**
Later that night, Lorenzo walked her to the door of her condo, which was rare for her. He towered over her at 6’3 and she thought she’d be afraid to be alone with him, but she wasn’t. He looked down at her small frame and he was dying to kiss her right there.
Nia looked up at him with those bedroom eyes as he stood in the doorway. “Do you want to come in for dessert?”
He nodded, “Of course.”
Lorenzo was surprised when we entered her apartment. He was expecting lavish furs and marble, but instead he saw hardwood floors and stainless appliances with original artwork on the walls. Nia walked to her kitchen with those god awful high heels on and pulled out a gallon of rocky road ice cream and scooped it into two small bowls with spoons.
“Oh,” Lorenzo reached for the bowl. “That’s my favorite flavor, thank you.”
Nia chuckled and dug into her dessert. “Ice cream is my guilty pleasure.”
The two stood there in the kitchen for a few moments eating their cold dessert and enjoying each others’ presence. Nia could only count a handful of times where she had someone over in her condo, let alone in her kitchen. Every so often he’d steal glances at her and watch her eat.
When they were finished with their ice cream, they settled on the pink couch in the living room. Lorenzo’s eyes lingered on her body for a moment before returning to those big brown eyes. He noticed small things about her, like her dimples on her cheeks and the backs of her shoulders.
“You are so beautiful,” Lorenzo said, “I’m glad you decided to see me.”
Nia looked over at him passed her thick eyelashes. He gave her chills down her spine in a good way. “You kept asking and I knew I couldn’t put it off for too long.”
He chuckled. “Well I hope you had a good time.”
Nia nodded and returned his smile. “I did, I had a fun time”
“I wanna get to know you more.” he said. “I see you’re into painting, maybe we could go a museum or something.”
Nia smiled. She was flattered that he observed the art. She knew should dive back into doing art, but she lost that passion after her breakup.
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