"The girls," she said, nursing her mineral water, "all they do is complain. Complain that another girl got a booking, that I'm not aggressive enough with their rates. You never do any of that -- not one bit!"
"I try," I said. "If it weren't for you, God knows where I'd be right now. Stuck in some shit job instead of living the way I do now.'
"You have a lot of fans. I've been meaning to tell you this for awhile... but men have been requesting your companionship."
"Really?"
She nodded. "I never respond, of course. Most of the time I refer them to another agency that has gay escorts. He gives me a small commission. That's why I always treat you for lunch instead of splitting it like I do with the girls."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I certainly appreciate it."
"Any plans for the summer?"
I talked about how Rebecca and I might go to Seattle or Vancouver, and how I usually like to pick a place to explore on my own. This time around I think it might be San Diego. I've heard great things about the Gaslamp Quarter as well as Coronado.
"I'm sure you'll have a great time, wherever you end up," she said.
"Yeah. If there's anything I love more than this job, it's being able to see the world."
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