This is a story that I’ve been sitting on for a while. For those who know me back from my ff.net days, this story isn’t new to you. In fact, it was quite popular. I debated for a while on when to release this story because of the sexual content and profanity, not to mention the heroine is an escort.
I debated and debated and debated. Releasing Blow by Blow never seemed to be an appropriate time. I consulted with my husband and one of my best friends, Sarah, about it. I posted a teaser sample on Barnes & Noble and Smashwords last year to get a feel of the reaction. I spoke to a few Blow by Blow ‘faithfuls’ – as I call them – about it and they all said the same thing – release the story and release it under Vera.
I decided a long time ago that when I became a writer, I wasn’t going to write for popularity and I wasn’t going to write so everyone would like my work. As my husband once said to me, ‘Do you want to write a story that everyone will like or do you want to write a story that’s compelling?‘
Enough babbling, onto the snippet…
“It’s okay to be nervous, Randall,” I walked over to him. I sat at a comfortable distance from him – close enough where I mean business and far enough where I’m not crowding his space. My job is to make the client feel as comfortable as possible. The moment he starts to think about changing his mind, I need to do whatever I can to convince him why that was a bad thought. You see, if Randall bails, I don’t get my bonus.
Let’s break it down. Randall calls the booker and sets up the appointment. Off the bat, the booker gets a small percentage of the date; usually between five and eight percent. You probably don’t think that’s a lot but if the date is running several thousand and the girls book a lot dates in a day, you can easily make a grand in just a few hours.
Okay, so after the date is set, Isabel and Lisa process the payment, which is always due immediately via credit card, money order, or cashier’s check. For some reason, Briana doesn’t allow the clients to pay cash but whatever it’s her business. From there, Briana takes out her share of the date, which is damn big. I believe it’s 57 percent. Yeah, Briana isn’t stupid.
From there, I get my share of the date. Now, if I really made a good impression—aka gave really good head—I get an extra bonus from Briana, which could range from five hundred to a thousand dollars.
That is why, ladies and gentlemen, this motherfucker better not leave.
I scoot a little closer to Randall and brush a lock of hair behind an ear. Gently, I place a hand in between his thighs and rub lightly. “What can I do to make you more comfortable?” What in the fuck can I do so I get my bonus?
Randall took my hand and gave it a squeeze. Good. That’s a very good sign. He warmed up. He then kissed my hand. Awe. How fuckin’ romantic of the bastard. He then looks over at me and gives me the look. You know the one. The look that screams ‘I’m about to tear that ass up.’
Guess Randall wasn’t feeling so guilty about his wife after all. Good. Let’s quit the bullshit and start fucking already. I have a credit card bill I need to pay off.
I’m not a fan of first-person stories for a number of reasons but Blow by Blow was written in the first-person. It’ll be out next month, August 2013. Before the grammar police get on me, it should be noted all snippets are unedited. 🙂