Oscar whipped a dainty foot out of his ’06 Honda, pivoting on his wide hips in the car seat. He shuffled unsteadily, using the door for balance as he stepped out into the parking garage. No matter how many times he did this, he couldn’t get used to the heels. At least he had put together an ensemble he felt proud of. He could never quite get his identities to look exactly as he wanted, but this one was simply impeccable. He had a different identity for every scenario, tailored to what the client preferred, ethnicity, hair color, body shape.
The guy he was supposed to meet was a young, blonde-looking dude, according to Instagram, but Oscar had no clue what his car looked like. Oscar paced around for a bit, his feet quickly began to complain. Opting to save his dainty toes the trouble, he decided to stand and wait, busying himself on his phone instead. A few minutes passed before he was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder, causing Oscar’s attention to snap away from his phone. “Ex-excuse me, are you Miss Wendy?” a nervous-looking young man asked, approaching him. He looked nothing like his pictures, appearing much younger than he presented himself online. Oscar was accustomed to the sons of rich parents, but this guy looked like he had just gotten off from school.
“Yes… that’s me,” Oscar responded seductively, fully immersing himself in character. “Where are you taking me, big boy?” He no longer mentally cringed from the act; after all, a job’s a job. “Um… I booked the hotel down the block,” the boy replied nervously. That’s a start, Oscar thought. “Alright, let’s go. Where’s your car?” he asked pointedly. The boy just looked at his own feet. “About that… I don’t have my license yet,” he admitted. Oscar couldn’t believe it; the kid must have been saving for months just to afford such a high-level escort and he didn’t even have a car.
“Alright then, let’s get a move on, kid,” Oscar announced, his tone laced with frustration. He hoped the kid wasn’t lying and that the hotel was indeed just down the street. Oscar’s little feet couldn’t take much more.
