“So, what do you do for a living?” Vanessa West was used to that question. Her lifestyle called for it. High end London escort girls didn’t own anything that looked like it may have come from Sears or a discount store at the edge of the city anymore; all the sparkling jewels and gorgeous dresses had caught her attention and drug her under the lavish waters of a luxurious lifestyle. That night, she sat across from the Prime Minister in an upscale restaurant in west London, dressed elegantly in a white pantsuit and bright, silver jewels adorning her neck and wrists. She folded a piece of raven hair behind her ear and eyed him with a small smirk.
“Can I answer that question under political immunity?” Vanessa asked. Though she was clearly teasing, she was serious to a point – this was the Prime Minister, after all. She didn’t want to end up in jail, losing everything she had worked for. She didn’t have to answer her own question – he did it for her.
“You’re an escort, Miss West,” the Minister said with a small smile. “I was already aware. Tell me about it. You must do well for yourself, if you’re wearing all of those diamonds and drinking a $90 bottle of wine.”
Vanessa smiled as she sat back in her chair, wine glass dangling between her fingers. “It’s a lovely job,” she said honestly. “I’ve been…God, everywhere. Have you ever wondered what it feels like to have a full vacation paid for by someone else, and all you have to do is be the perfect London escort girl and entertain them for a night?” She laughed when the Prime Minister looked intrigued. “There’s some weeks that I’m in five different countries in four days. I love it. It’s exhilarating.”
Vanessa took a drink from her glass. “I don’t accept anything less than perfect,” she continued. “My last client was a millionaire. He can handle more than money,” she added, smirking again while her tone teased. “It’s a good job escorting,” she said, growing more serious. “I’ve got my own house…my own car. More clothes than I know what to do with, more jewels than the Queen herself.” She leaned forward, eyeing the Prime Minister invitingly. “And the attention of important people all over the world.”
“What makes you think you’re well known enough for that kind of attention?”
Vanessa laughed, taking one more drink from her glass. “You’re here, aren’t you?”