Erotic Fiction
Jessica looked around expectantly; she had no idea why she was here and what to expect. Yes, she had been invited, but by whom exactly was another thing. Her instincts and intuition were usually very reliable and in this case there had been no warning bells or unsettling feelings.
There had been a card with the invite. A business card. The invite had arrived through her door the previous night clothed in a simply black envelope. Inside the envelope was the invite that gave no information other than, time, date and location. The business card was also completely unhelpful because that read was: Escorts UK. This would have been vaguely disturbing if Jessica had not already been an escort, but she was, so there was reason for her to believe that there was nothing wrong about this invitation. Perhaps it was simply a party arranged by a few of the Agencies? That was probably it. She had heard about such things before but had never gone to any of them.
While Jessica stood on the other side of the road, hidden from the street light glare thanks to an accommodating weeping willow, she began to loose focus, and started to image that it was actually an awards ceremony. She was the most popular escort at her agency – so much so that she actually had to turn down clients. In fact, she couldn’t take on any new clients because the regular elite were so demanding. Jessica didn’t care, she was earning more in a week what most folks earn in three months. Sure, there was a bit of jealousy coming from the other girls, but again, there was no point letting something like that bother her, and she was careful not to rub it in any of the other girls faces.
She imagined being sat at one of those classic mini round tables you often see in Italian restaurants – a white and red chequered cloth covering it – amongst other nominees and then suddenly being called up to receive an award. She though about the warm house lights bathing her, accentuating her brilliance. Then she would give her speech, say her thank-yous, give credit to the ones instrumental along the road to success. She snapped out of it, and began to giggle, feeling somewhat embarrassed at the concept of winning an award for best Escort in the world.
She looked down, and realised that she had been thumbing the corner of the business card. The silver writing was raised just a little above the grainy black. Escorts UK. Nothing else, just that. She looked up across the road, and watched people step out of black cars. The doors to the venue opened and the music leapt out and swallowed the night’s peace. Time to see what this was all about.