The X-rated trade secrets of a Bay Street call girl. She meets her clients at Le Germain or the Hazelton and gives them what they want. Her slim figure encased in a silk blouse, silver-speckled Chanel leather skirt, net stockings and black silk Manolos, she left her apartment and strolled through the downtown core to her favourite boutique hotel, Le Germain on Mercer Street.
Dark-haired, pretty and creamy-skinned, she could be Italian, French or Greek. She has a knockout body: medium height, trim, toned and teacup-breasted. Her teeth, which she reveals often in easy, winning smiles, were recently straightened and bleached.
Her wide-open daisy eyes suggest a fondness for cosmetic filler. But more striking than any of this is her effervescence. She is witty, insightful and self-revealing by turns. In other words, good value for money. In the minimalist cocktail lounge at Le Germain, she meets her client. Ed is a regular. Ed is in a good mood, as usual. He greets her with a kiss on the cheek and a compliment on her appearance, which she happily accepts, having spent many hours primping, shaving and hot-rollering her hair into submission in anticipation of their date.
They have cocktailsβa martini for her and scotch for himβthen take a taxi to Zucca Trattoria on Yonge Street. Ed orders the four-course tasting menu for two and a bottle of her favourite pinot grigio. Over the meal they chat about work and family. She mentions her devotion to yoga and Pilates and how she likes to sew. He thinks this is funny. Her reviews are generally very good. She prefers Le Germain because the staff are unintrusive and the bar is dark and cozy. Like this particular night.
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With a coy smile, she begins painting a vivid picture of the lingerie hidden beneath her blouse and skirt. There is a thick envelope of cash on the dresser, and when Ed goes into the bathroom she slips it into her handbag. Instead of saying thank you, she kisses him. She always makes the first move. A deep, intimate French kiss.
