“What do these babies even get out of being at a theme park? I think she just wants me to exercise without paying the fee,” Angel mused to himself aloud as he pushed the double stroller along. The twins weren’t even old enough to talk yet, so all he really had to worry about was getting them on a few baby rides. The mom really wanted pictures to post; if I want a good rating, I should probably get a couple of those.
The agency usually didn’t assign me to female ‘companions’ as they liked to call them. Us swappers just call them skins, but the company thinks that’s degrading. Either way, rich people pay us to do the things they don’t want to. For this particular lady, that appears to be spending time with her kids.
I pulled the stroller up to the carousel; this was the last ride on the list. By this point, I was hungry, tired, and sleepy. I was to keep to a strict diet and none of this theme park food fit that bill. I have no clue how long this mom had been going without food before I took over.
“Sorry ma’am, need one parent per child under 5. Perhaps your husband is with you?” I wanted to scoff, but I figured batting some eyelashes couldn’t hurt.
“Oh, my babies are very mature. They’ve ridden it before, just real strapped in,” I gave him the seatbelt gesture, but I don’t think he was getting the idea. “Listen, kid, if you don’t let my sweet little angels ride this piece of shit carousel, I am going to report you to your manager…” I took a quick glance at his nametag, “Aaron!”
“Ugh, whatever lady,” the young man moved the bannister and let me through. I had picked up a few tricks from being a rich mom every once in a while.
