Anyway, back to lunch. The five of us settled at a table and ordered some appetizer. Soon, people began dreading the return to work on Monday, citing either a hatred for the jobs or the ongoing fear of being laid off. I kept quiet, hoping no one would ask the question I dreaded most.
"So," one of the girls asked, looking at me, "what do you do?"
A look of panic flashed across Bailey's face. Doing my best to calm his fears, I told her what I always tell people -- that I work in freelance writing and graphic design. Brochures, flyers, press releases and the like. Sure, I have to pay for my own health insurance, but the lack of a commute and the chance to take as much or as little work as I want to are what keep me in the game.
"And you haven't noticed a slow down at all?" she continued.
"No, not really," I replied. "If anything my work is picking up. Whenever someone is laid off, the work still has to be done. That's when the boss usually calls me."
Part of my statement was true. The recession hasn't had much impact on my bookings with clients. At first I thought that with the husbands laid off from work, they'd be spending more time at home with their wives, which would impede my ability to come over and have sex with them. Fortunately, I was wrong. Even with lay offs, it seems most husbands seem content to head to the golf course than spend time with their families.
Sad, but true.
Lunch was uneventful after that little bit of interrogation. On the drive home I got a text from Bailey, apologizing for his friend's girlfriend and her questions. It was no problem, really. Part of being an escort is being able to think on one's feet. And if there was ever a job that demanded social grace and improvisation, escorting is definitely it.