Twenty minutes went by before either of us spoke. We sat there, opposite each other just drinking in the silence. I looked at the man in front of me and noticed the familiar kindness in his eyes. The past had definitely been painful, but something about him had me hoping that one day I would find a love that I could breathe with endlessly. I knew part of my heart was still in love with Kyle but I had to protect it. I couldn’t allow even the tiniest sliver of hope to enter, every time I did, I ended up broken. I was the first to break the silence and as the words escaped my mouth, I wished I had maintained the silence.
“So you have me for 24 hours, what is it that you want to do?” I felt the tremble in my voice take over my body.
“I want you to get changed into something more comfortable. You don’t have to wear anything spectacular. I just want you to be comfortable.” He whispered. I struggled with myself, I was on guard in my costume. Nothing could hurt me as long as I was playing the role of a call girl, but if I changed I would become Antonia again. I wasn’t sure I could handle anything emotional if I wasn’t prepared but I wanted to give myself a fighting chance, even if nothing happened between Kyle and me from this moment forward, I at least wanted to be able to say I tried.
“Okay, You’ve paid for the time after all” I heard the snide remark leave me mouth as I stood up. I knew I was still trying to hurt him. I watched as he flinched at the coldness in my voice and felt mildly guilty. I walked into the suite and towards the walk-in robe. I hadn’t really packed anything casual other than a pair of jeans and a white tank top. I was worried that the outfit would remind Kyle of who I used to be but knew that it was the only thing that wouldn’t draw too much attention to me. I changed quickly and threw the dress I had been wearing into the bathroom, mentally reminding myself that I would have to throw it away. I couldn’t wear it again after the nights revelations. I took off my heels and picked up my cream strappy sandals, Once they were on I walked towards the mirror. As I looked at the reflection in front of me I wanted to throw something to shatter the remains of the dried tears that had stained my perfected makeup. I opted for a makeup wipe instead and began scraping away my mask with more pressure than necessary. Four wipes later I looked at myself again and saw the past staring back at me. I hadn’t aged at all, my clear face was so familiar to me but the only thing that had changed drastically was the look in my eyes, it was hard, determined and stronger than it had been back then. I turned away, grabbing my bag, emptying the contents of my clutch inside and walked back out to the lounge room. The moment I came around the corner I heard Kyle’s breath hitch. That was the reaction I was expecting when I opened the door but hadn’t achieved. I watched as he stood, walking towards me confidently before taking my hand in his. I didn’t flinch but I also didn’t stop him.
“Antonia, you still make my heart melt. I will never get over you.” I watched a faint smile creep across his face and in that moment my heart melted just a little as his words resonated in my head.
* * * *
I had never been to Paris before. I didn’t know what to expect but in the current circumstances I didn’t really care. I had no luggage, no life, just a passport and a broken heart. Nick had kept his distance from me and heard my silent sobs the entire plane ride. My heart was shattered but I couldn’t look back. I had nothing left in Australia and it was time I started accepting it. I spent a week holed up in a hotel in the city, crying my eyes out. I refused any calls that came in and checked in under a different name. The hotel manager took one look at me when we arrived and agreed to make sure that no one bothered me. He must have felt sorry for me because as I handed my passport over, he still agreed to check me in under a false name. The week after I checked in I began feeling a little more like myself, the pain had dulled slightly and I felt like hitting the bar...hard.
I had the hotel bring me a selection of designer dresses and heels. I had ventured out that afternoon to buy makeup and essentials. I selected a little black dress and put on my makeup. I could barely look at my reflection as I applied my lipgloss. I began to harden over the week as I accepted my fate. I would never be able to accept that I had become a woman who had gotten herself mixed up with a man that was clearly bad for her and in turn lost a child. All of it could have been avoided. My love for Kyle was not tainted with hatred for his lack of compassion. Did he really love me or was I just his trophy? I began to question everything but couldn’t find the answers. Instead of searching for them I decided to create a new future that had nothing to do with being Mrs. Kyle Richardson.
As I entered the bar I felt all eyes direct towards me. I ignored them all and sat at the bar after ordered four shots of vodka and a martini. I settled into my seat as a man approached me. I felt his hand run along my back before he occupied the seat beside me.
“Is this seat taken?” he said in a strong american accent.
“I’m not interested. Leave me alone” I responded. Not caring what he had to say or why he was trying to capture my attention.
“But...” I cut him off with my hand flying up in front of him.
“Leave me alone. I’m not joking” I said. He stared at me a moment and decided I wasn’t worth it. I felt the affects of my second shot of vodka settling in. I was numbing. I lifted my head, closed my eyes and reveled in the moment.
“Madam?” I lowered my head slightly and opened my eyes, getting more pissed off by the second.
“What?” I said harshly.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he said in a thick french accent.
“What is it with you men? Can’t a girl have a drink alone?” I said slamming the next shot on the bar once I had finished downing it.
“It’s not nice madam. I was just being friendly” He stalked off and I instantly felt like a bitch.
As I downed my next shot I felt the presence of another take their seat next to me. I prepared myself to tell them to piss off but before I could turn I smelt her perfume. I looked to my left to find a blonde with coffee coloured skin and a white gown with blonde hair placing her clutch on the bar.
“A double vodka martini” She said to the barman. I watched her in awe. She was so confident yet still something in her posture remained withdrawn.
“Are you new here?” she said in a clear British accent as he took her glass from the barman, not looking at me.
“How can you tell?” I responded with less frostiness than I expected.
“Because I have never seen someone turn away so many opportunities” she said still not looking at me.
“What do you mean?” I responded, intrigued.
“Honey, if you expect to work in Paris you have to be a little more inviting, by the looks of it you’re definitely attracting the customers but you have Fuck Off written all over you” I had no idea what this stranger was saying to me but as the alcohol took over I became more interested.
“I don’t work here.” I responded, completely confused.
“Well you should think about it, because i’ve never seen so many men drool over one woman.” I turned to take in my surroundings and saw that I had definitely attracted my fair share of attention.
“What kind of work are you talking about?” She placed her glass carefully on the bar and looked at me.
“You’ve come to Paris after having you heart broken, not sure what you have left to look forward to, hating the male species and wanting a little more power, looking for a new direction...stop me if I am wrong?” She hit the nail on the head.
“How did you know?” I said breathlessly.
“Because that’s how we all started” She said flicking her head towards a group of women surrounded by men.
“I’m Rachel” she said holding out her perfectly manicured hand towards me that reminded me I was in dire need of a refill.
“Antonia” I responded calmly.
“If you really want to gain back your power, then I have just the right job for you” Something in the way she spoke to me piqued my interest.
“And what would that be?”
“A life of glamour, riches, celebrities and above all total feminine power” she spoke with confidence and a level of comfortability within herself that I wanted in before she even explained.
“What would I have to do?” I responded without knowing what I was getting myself in for.
“Look your best, Come by tomorrow to this address and don’t be late. Elice doesn’t like it when people don’t run on time. Tell her Rachel sent you” She handed me a plain white card with an address on it. The only logo embossed in platinum were three letters... “P.R.E”
“What is P.R.E?” I asked.
“If you’re as smart as you look, you’ll figure it out.” With that she downed the remaining contents of her glass and left money on the counter to pay for her drink. I watched as she walked out towards the foyer and left the hotel. I finished my last shot, put the card in my clutch and returned to my hotel room. Once I’d finished my shower, I changed and climbed into bed hoping that I wouldn’t wake with a throbbing headache. I got up, grabbed my clutch before it fell to the ground in my shaky grip and emptied the contents on the bedside table. I was initially looking for my painkillers but saw the card first. I picked it up and studied it before reaching for my phone and typing the address into google. What I saw literally took my breath away.
Paris Royale Escorts. I clicked the link to the website and waited patiently for it to load. The moment It did I found myself looking at it with a fresh set of eyes. I was disgusted and intrigued at the same time. The tab that caught my eye immediately was their castings. As it opened I held my breath expecting something seedy, instead I found the growing hunger for independence and power take over. I read the casting requirements with care and decided then and there that I was going to turn up the next morning...even if it was to just check it out.
Casting
Paris Royale Escorts is seeking remarkably gorgeous youthful ladies for their high end clients. The ladies with faultless deportment and cultivated character, who are very natural and have a developed sense for the fine things in life will become the highly exclusive and well sought after Luxe Ladies. If you feel that this description fits you perfectly we would you like to apply? Please read the criteria very carefully and decide whether you’re a good fit for our roster.
APPEARANCE: You have a remarkably gorgeous and have a distinctive face with immaculate and well cared for skin; You must have a model figure and have already modeled. Your body must be perfect with well cared for and smooth velvety skin. Your figure must be slim and fit, showing that you engage in sports or exercise. You must regularly visit the hairdresser and beautician. You must have no noticeable piercings or tattoos. You clothes must be of high quality with matching accessories (shoes, handbags, belt, lingerie) so you can dress for every situation with impeccable taste.
2. STYLE
You must be happy and radiate contentment and the joy of life. Your behavior must be natural, well-balanced and confident with a stable and friendly nature. Good manners are important to you – your own and those that surround you. You must be interested in fashion, lifestyle, and wellness. You must be very charming. You must be very aware of your partner and attentive to his needs and you must love to fulfill his desires. You must have a subtle erotic radiance and appreciate a sensual atmosphere. You must be sensual and live with all your senses.
3. EDUCATION
You must have a sense of tact, and can conduct yourself faultlessly in every situation. A modern book of manners is interesting and energizing reading for you again and again. You must have a good general education, are curious and eager to learn. You must express yourself in a diverse and versatile manner. You must be interested in culture: art, theater, opera, cinema, lectures, etc. Your presence must make an interesting conversation even more alive – whether through your active or passive involvement. Your English must be fluent and you easily hold a conversation; you perhaps speak other languages.
4. PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE
You must be ambitious, purposeful and disciplined. You must not just play a role but enjoy what you do. You must hold principles and values, and adhere to agreed-upon rules. You must agree that discretion, tolerance and respect are important fundamentals in human relations. You must agree that honesty and warmth are the virtues you live. You must be generous to yourself and to other people. You must not always need to have the last word. You must me able to react calmly in conflict situations and not take things personally.
5. BACKGROUND
You must be aged 19 to 35 years old. You must be clever and know how to use your gifts. Previous experience as an escort is not necessary but the topic intrigues you.
6. MOTIVATION
You must find successful and powerful men attractive and sexy. You must be looking for that certain kick and you love erotic adventures You must regard the additional income as a bonus to improve your life style You must understand that escorting is an adventure which engages you for a time. You must be open to new experiences and expect that it will be great fun. You must understand and agree to one night stands without consequences, you aren’t seeking a relationship but are able to exude this in your bookings.
In summary, we are looking for THE PERFECT LADY… until it comes to private time.
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