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‘Let’s say five hours. That OK?’ She’s not the cheapest, and five hours in her company is gonna set me back the equivalent of over nine hundred dollars, but I’m beginning to think there’s a reason for that. I’m guessing she’s gonna be worth every cent. And I can afford her.
    ‘Which hotel are you staying at?’
    ‘The Draysman, down on the Quayside. Do you know it?’
    ‘Yes, I know it. What time do you want me there?’
    ‘Eight 0’clock. I’ll meet you in the main bar downstairs. I’ll be wearing dark pants and a white shirt. I’m a dark haired, blue-eyed guy, and I’m sporting some light stubble right now. So, you gonna tell me what you look like? So I can recognise you?’
    There’s another slight pause, followed by another small laugh. I’m guessing this lady isn’t quite as hard as she might like to come across. ‘I’ve got long, dark-blonde hair which I’ll be wearing loose. And I’ll be in a knee-length, strapless black dress and high-heeled ankle boots.’
    ‘Great.’ She knows how to dress for the occasion, then.
    ‘Travel expenses will be extra, seeing as this is an out-call. You did see that on my profile, didn’t you?’
    ‘I read your profile twice over, honey.’
    ‘Good. You’re new, so I don’t want any confusion.’
    ‘There won’t be any of that, darlin’. I can promise you. See you in an hour.’
    ‘An hour.’
    She hangs up and I smile, keeping the phone to my ear for a few more seconds before throwing it down on the desk.
    I’m looking forward to tonight. This is how I get my kicks. No commitment, no ties, no feelings to get in the way.
    This is how I get my kicks.
    Strange women, great sex.
    That’s the way I like it.
    And that’s the way it’s gonna stay.
     
     
    Kira
     
    I’ve seen a lot of men in all the years I’ve been doing this, but I’ve never spent time with an American man. Not that it matters. I don’t care where they come from as long as they pay up front and are clean and polite.
    Walking through the huge revolving doors of The Draysman Hotel – one of the most exclusive hotels in the city – I give my hair a small shake so it falls down around my bare shoulders, and stride confidently towards the main bar just off reception. I’ve been here countless times over the years. I’m on first name terms with the general manager, the doormen, the concierge and most of the reception staff so I always feel comfortable coming here. They know me. And they know I’m discreet enough to make sure nobody knows why it is I come here so often. I use this hotel for in-calls sometimes. I never use my own home. The agency has an apartment which some of the girls use, but I rarely go there. I don’t like it. It always feels seedy to me, and no, the irony of that doesn’t escape me. I know what it is I do. And I know how it must sound to people who don’t understand this world. But the last thing it needs to be is seedy. I’m not a prostitute, although I know many who would argue with that. But I’m not. What we do is safe and controlled, for both the girls and the men who use our services.
    I stop at the entrance to the bar, and I don’t really know why. I never usually stall, I just walk straight in there and get on with it. Tonight though, for some reason, I feel the need to stop and think for a minute. But the moment soon passes, and it’s business-as-usual as I head inside – shoulders back, head up, smile firmly in place. It’s time for Kira Blu to do her stuff.
    The bar is packed, which is no surprise, given as it’s a Saturday night, and I slowly scan the room, looking for the man who’s due to be my companion for the next five hours. The place is full of a mix of people from couples to groups of girls and the usual scattering of businessmen. Yes, even on a weekend there are a few of them still here, be it still on the business they were initially sent here to do, or whether they’ve taken it upon themselves to extend their stay, for