This work is simply a work of fiction, nothing else. Names, characters, places relating to real life are a product of the writers imagination and are used coincidentally.
Cassa knew she couldn't take care of her grandmother without help but she wasn't settling with letting her go to a nursing home she felt as if they would treat her worse, and she honestly didn't have anybody to call family, her grandmother was all the family she had.
When she got finished with unpacking, it was then she noticed that kath her friend had called and she didn't reply
If she wasn't so busy wallowing in self pity.
She made up her mind she was going to call her back.
"I'm sorry" i said immediately she picked up instead of saying "hello".
"What's up?"
" I need a huge favor" she replied sounding like she was doing something.
Kathy's favor were always huge. She never wants something like helping her submit her assignments or something. They were more like "if my mom calls you and asks of my whereabouts, can you please tell her I'm with you" kind of favors. I'm not sure why Kathy decided to go into this line of work because unlike me, her mother was ever ready to provide her with whatever it was that she needed, i guessed she enjoyed it.
To each its own.
"What do you need?"
" I've a client tonight but can't go because my mom's dumbass boyfriend is throwing a party today and my mom wants me to come". She explained. " It's not as if i like him, i just owe it to my mom, at least if that will make her happy". I waited for her to finish telling me what she wanted.
" Can you go for me please?"
"Nope, i do not work on Thursdays"
I only saw my clients three days in a week, that's Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays which leaves the rest of the days for me to catch up with school work and weekends for me to tidy up the house and relax.
"C'mon Cass, I'd do the same for you" she pleaded
"But the difference is you enjoy doing this, I don't".
Kathy signed, " he's a good client, and i don't wanna lose him because of my mom, always wants me acting like the good daughter".
I might have been inclined had I been in need of some cash, but I wasn't.
" He tips very well too" she continued, " is great in bed, makes you cum too, and is usually done in an hour or so"
"My minimum is 2 hours"
" If you had let me finish, i was going to say he pays for 3 hours and on top of that he tips real good"
What!!
" Are you serious, is he okay?, What's wrong with him?"
It's rare that you run into guys that are genuinely nice. Most are rude maybe because they can just be rude, the others are weird and fetish.
She laughed " literally nothing, he's just into masochism and some wild stuffs but I told him you wouldn't like it and he agreed to that your boring ass sex you like. I showed him your picture though"
" Why would you show him my picture when I haven't agreed yet?" I asked with agitation in my voice
" He asked for it and I was sure you'd agree"
I stopped thinking about the proposition, if I did go today, at least that would leave me with some extra cash I'd use towards putting things around in the house.
" Okay, what time?"
" He's already on his way to the hotel, I told him you'd be late".
Ohh God
Angrily, I hung up the call in her face. I hated how very certain she was that I'd agree to go to take her client or that I'm always in need of cash.
Shaking the thought off, I rushed to get to the bathroom so I could shower and make it there as quickly as I could.
The shower was supposed to be quick but I got caught up in the feeling of the warm water. And anticipating what my soon-to-be client was all about.
Kathy had mentioned that he was into masochism.
Masochism, I thought you myself, I had always told myself that I'd never let anyone inflict pain on me because of money- never.
My thoughts traveled to how it began.
Cassa's POV
I stared at the letter in my hand for the umpteenth time annoyed at what it contained.
Claire, my colleague had handed it over to me when I arrived for work that evening.
I hadn't even bothered to look at it there not until I got home
The letter was brief and addressed to me thus;
"Dear Cassandra,
We're no longer in need of your services,
Thank you for understanding".
Apparently, I just lost my only source of livelihood and that shit pissed me of.
I felt like it was his fault.
Taking a calm breath, I opened my laptop to send him an email.
"Good evening sir,
I'm emailing you because I'm not comfortable with your judgment of my behavior last week. I don't think this reflects my ability to perform my duties efficiently. I understand that I overreacted. I didn't mean to of which I am sorry. If there's anything I can do to change this judgment, pls let me know,
Thank you,
Cassandra Mason".
"Stupid ass" I muttered as I got up to go take a shower.
Everyone said you will always have a boss you don't like and I'd just found mine now.
Calling him an ass hole was an understatement. I think a piece of shit was a much more fitting description.
He didn't like me for some reason unbeknownst to me and the feeling was mutual.
It's like he goes out of his way to bother me. Even when the work I turned in was worthy of perfect remarks, he still finds a way to say provocative remarks about my work.
I'm just waiting for the day he will choke on that coffee he's always drinking.
When I exited the bathroom, his response was waiting for me on the screen
"Hello Mason,
The statements were clear.
I encourage you to show more constraints next time before you act....."
" Before I act-" I read to myself, he didn't even care to hear my part of the story, "I hate this fucking man, I really do".
He basically just told me I didn't know how to act in a semi polite way.
Maybe, I wasn't persuasive enough, I thought, I'll try again tomorrow.
I needed the pay for that month as I had assured my grandmother that I'd come up with the rest of the cost to pay for the rent for that month.
Having made up my mind, I closed my laptop and laid down, having a fake argument with my boss in my head.
When I went the next day to talk to him, nothing changed. Even the day after that.
Kathy who introduced me to my line of work had come that day and saw the look of frustration on my face. When she asked me what happened, the tears began to flow uncontrollably. That led to her telling me what she did for a living. At first I was disgusted by what she'd told me, wondering how someone would let themselves be used in such way. Then she began to tell me the advantages, how she set her own rules, dictated who she saw and how much she made. After a few days of thinking about it, I contacted the agency she worked for, and that day turned out to be the single most embarrassing day I had ever experienced. I guess you won't blame them for wanting to inspect their products.
Almost two years later, I haven't looked back since.
Did I like what I did? Of course not.
Did I have any other option? I didn't think so too.
I liked to tell myself that I was different from the others, as I only have to do this to see myself through school and I'd never do this again.
When I finally got out of the bathroom, it'd been 20 minutes.
Ohh nice, I thought while applying lotion on my arms.
Wrapping a towel around me, I went to my room trying to decide which lingerie set I'd be wearing.
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