EPTAs we rode in the cab to the destination I get a text from my client saying "Make sure you keep her busy at any cost. Call you later." Sarah began asking me questions about myself. I could tell by her demeanor that she was very inquisitive to the true relationship between me and my client. My client is in his 40's and I'm in my 30's. He wears a 200,000$ pure gold Rolex and track suits / lounging attire that you'd expect some mid level mafia boss in the movies to wear, while I am clean cut simply dressed with not a single carat of jewelry on my body. My client's humor is vulgar with impeccable timing, my humor is mildly self deprecating with moments of sharp biting wit. Needless to say we were definitely not two peas from the same pod and I could tell while it didn't make sense to her at the same time it intrigued her.
"So what kind of work do you do?" she asked. I told her the truth and said I work in the casino industry to which she immediately replied with "Oh wow! I went gambling once and made 2,000$ with only 200$!"
"Beginners luck I suppose?" as the cab pulls up. We get out and walk 50 meters into the bar. The bar I took her to was no "new hip VIP lounge club." It was just a regular chill place where you can order hookah and drinks. Shes ahead of me as we walk in so I get a good look. Sarah was wearing loose fitting jeans and a loose fitting shirt. The kind of clothing only women who either a. know they have amazing bodies or b. have such bad bodies that they can't wear anything else wear. She was certainly the former. I get the most private seat I can find, order some hookah, the cheapest bottle of vodka they have, and some orange juice.
"Wait a second I thought you said this was some special place? Seems pretty regular and boring to me." I shrugged like an asshole and said "Yeahhh I lied."
She looked at me like "WTF?" and looked at me as if she was peering into my soul. Her tone of voice went from happy to mildly aggressive. "So you say you work in the casino business. Does that mean you work for him (my client)?"
"FUCK" I thought as my heart rate began to go up. I really didn't expect her to be smart enough to realize exactly what was going on. In the two seconds I had to think I considered lying through my teeth but we were sitting there eye to eye indian style and she already obviously thought I was a liar because I lied about what place we were going to.
"Yeah, I do work for him." She then instantly replied "So you're saying he's in the gambling industry too?" Once again, couldn't lie. I wasn't sure if she knew what business he was in but if she did and I lied I was fucked. "No he's not in the gambling industry, he owns several businesses and his biggest one is a major textile import export company." She continued the onslaught. "So you're saying he's a big gambler and you work for the casino to make him happy?" I never felt so picked apart by a girl in my life. She used very limited information to understand exactly what was going on.
As our hookah and drinks arrived I waited for the server to get out of our way to continue. "Well frankly you are completely right." She kept pressing, "So the only reason he called you out tonight was to take me off his hands so he could attempt to get with my best friend?" she asked with a disgusted look on her face, her phone in one hand, and the handle of her 4000$ Chanel bag in the other.
Now normally I can easily deal with situations like these. But the thing is with my job is there are no guarantees. It is completely performance based and while I am on a salary and have a contract, the casino reserves the right to terminate it at any time. He is my biggest client by far and he has already lost 18 million $ equivalent this month alone. I've seen him when he's losing big too and he definitely has a temper that I don't want to evoke. If Sarah calls up the other girl and explains what she now knows is going on he will find out and feel a sincere amount of betrayal and no explaining will likely save me. Basically my job was on the line.
I summoned all the courage I had, looked her directly in the eye and said, "Yeah, that was the original reason, but despite that fact I kinda like what it has lead to," as I cocked my head slightly, squinted a bit, and asked with a minor smile, "how about you?" while grabbing the hookah pipe and taking a big puff.
She kept the eye contact for a few REALLY LONG seconds and then smiled as well and said, "I suppose so." She sets her phone down, lets go of her bag handles, picks up and empty glass and says "So are you going to make me a drink?"
I feel an overwhelming sigh of relief as I make her and myself each a screwdriver. The conversation is going great, she asks me a lot about myself and at this point as shes getting a bit tipsy. She asks me if I have a girlfriend and I reply "No, I recently broke up with my girlfriend." She replies with "Good, because you're kinda my type."
After another hour or so of conversational cat and mouse my client texts asking me how its going and that he's doing well but he's going to need some more time. We text back and forth a bit and I set my phone down on the miniature table. A minute or so later it starts ringing with "Ashley" as the caller ID (Ashley being my girlfriend's code name I am using in this story). Before I can react Sarah who is now semi-drunk but still completely functional grabs the phone and looks at it and says "Ashley? Who is she?" I think to myself "Oh god I'm such an amatuer" as I reach for the phone and say "A friend..." she then pulls her hand back and says "Let me answer it then and tell her you're busy right now." "No don't do that please" I say and Sarah asks "I thought you said you didn't have a girlfriend? Whats the problem?" My heart was racing even faster than it was earlier. Not only was my job now on the line, so was my relationship. Depending on how I acted I could easily lose one of the two, and maybe both.
I take a mental deep breath and say as cocky as I can "Well actually I consider her a friend but shes more in love with me than even you so if you pick that phone up you'll break her heart. She's a nice girl don't do that to her."
Sarah looks at me angrily as she sets down the phone without answering it "Who said I was in love with you???" I pick up the phone off the table, put it on silent mode, and slip it into my pocket as I say with my dumb innocent face "Just what it feels like to me!"
She says "Well for your information I'M NOT" with such emotion to imply the complete opposite. Conversation continues and she asks me if I think I'm a good kisser. I reply "Well I never really got any compliments but I also never got any complaints." She giggles and says "Lets play Kai-Bai-Bo (rock paper scissors) first one to win 5 times gets a kiss on the cheek from the other one."
I win 5-1 naturally and she crawls over and starts making out with the side of my face and I pull back and then she leans forward even further and gives me a peck on the lips. She pulls back with her face still two inches from mine, on her hands and knees, gives me a sexual glance, and asks, "How was that?" I try to remain cool, "Not so bad" even though it got me a bit riled up.
We finished the bottle and the hookah was dead by now. It was 3 AM as she was getting a lot more aggressive and was now quite drunk. It was clear what she wanted and I didn't know the status of my client. I wasn't about to go blatantly cheat on my girlfriend. But I couldn't risk Sarah calling the other girl and inducing some form of cock-blocking so I tell Sarah we should move locations and drink some more. The casino provides me with a private call-taxi service for free with a fleet of 10 top tier cars and professional drivers. I call for a car and when it comes I pay the bill at the bar and we leave and get in the black Lexus.
I tell the driver the next location which is some bar thats open 24/7 when Sarah says to the driver "No we are going to Yeok-sam-dong (where she lives)." I'm like "What?" and Sarah says "Lets just go back to my place and have a drink there instead." I say "No Sarah lets just drink at this other bar it's really close I think you'll like it." At this point she getting even more drunkenly aggressive and stammers "NO LETS JUST GO TO MY PLACE." I'm thinking "Oh god." But I really can't risk her placing a drunk call to the friend who then might feel the need to ditch my client and go meet Sarah. "Fine take us to Yeok-sam-dong."
Our car pulls right up to the front door of her apartment. I feel the emotions clashing in my chest. It's just not fair to my girlfriend if I go in there. I know for a fact Sarah is not taking me to her apartment for a drink. If I step in that door I better be prepared to cheat on my GF or risk this drunk aggressive room salon girl getting mad and possibly fucking over my client. He may be a gambler but I am not. I absolutely cannot risk losing my job.
As has been read in previous blogs, I have had a few situations where clients made me sleep with a room salon or anma girl in situations where I absolutely could not say no. But this was different. This wasn't some drunken night out at a room salon where I'm face to face with my clients and working girls. Tonight Sarah was no working girl. She was her real self. Not that it didn't feel terrible to cheat on my girlfriend in the past...but this was a level I just wasn't capable of taking it to. At that moment I decided "FUCK THIS" and told Sarah to "Just get out of the car because I'm not coming with you." She looks at me and goes "FINE" angrily and gets out and slams the door and stumbles into her apartment.
I am feeling mixed feelings of righteousness and fear at the same time. I pull out my phone and see I have a missed text message.
"Damn that was good. She has such a nice body. Call you tomorrow and thanks again."
My fear instantly dissipated. Sarah was no longer a threat. I took a genuine sigh of relief and told my driver to take me home. On the way home I called Ashley and told her sorry for ignoring her call and lied saying I was really busy drinking vodka with a bunch of top-tier clients and that I'm coming right now to cuddle with her.
