Lavi finally showed up at the lounge, an entire hour late. “I’m so sorry hun, I was getting my hair done. Took longer than I thought,” she quickly stated before I could protest. “Mmhhh, really? You did your hair last week?” I responded. “Yeah but I didn’t like how the salon retouched it. I could hardly comb my hair all week. You know…black girl problems,” she unapologetically said and we both chuckled.
“So, how was your interview with my pal, Markus?” she inquired, lighting up a cigarette.
“It was rather amusing. He seemed shocked by everything I told him. How do you meet him by the way?” I asked as it dawned on me that I had never heard Lavi mention Markus before.
“He’s Patrick’s workmate. We were introduced during one of their work functions,” Lavi said. Patrick was Lavi’s number one sugar daddy. He liked the whole girlfriend experience and would take her out to dinners, movies, parties and lately some of his work-related functions. I met him a few times and liked him. He was much more refined than most of Lavi’s regular clients. Unlike me, Lavi had a lot more bills to pay and responsibilities, so she would end up taking on all kinds of clients.
“How is Patrick? I get the feeling that he’s falling in love,” I said with a cheeky wink. “Oh please,” she chuckled, “he’s nice to everyone. Plus after his divorce, I doubt he’s ready for anything serious,” she said before adjusting her bra to show a little more cleavage. “Mocha, check out that guy seated at the corner,” she whispered and inconspicuously pointed to her right with her cigarette. “That’s more of your type Lavi…..go for it,” I said.
“I know…you are so choosy Mocha. You should loosen up sometimes,” she complained. The guy was a middle aged local (I don’t date locals), with a worn shirt, ordinary watch and his dusty shoes indicated that he may have walked to the lounge or used public transport. At that moment, I was glad I was no longer an escort and that I didn’t see such guys anymore. Nope, I was very content with my Courtesan life.
“Oh well, your loss Mocha. See you later,” Lavi said after about ten minutes of silently flirting with the stranger at the corner. “Ok, take care hun. I should get going anyway. I’m dying to catch up with the latest season of Game of Thrones,” I said with a kiss on the cheek.
“Oh by the way, I’m coming over for a sleepover later tonight. Don’t lock up,” Lavi said as she grabbed her handbag in one hand and pack of cigarettes in the other. “Alright hun, have fun.” And with that Lavi went over to the mystery man and perched herself upon the bar stool next to him. I asked the bar man to get me a cab and headed back to my apartment.