Chapter 3
The next day I felt pathetic. I had to go to work late in the afternoon and had planned to interview prep in the morning for a government job that would be hiring in a few months.
But I stayed in bed in my underwear with the air-conditioning on, flipping between browsing Tinder and looking for hookers for my morbidly obese friend.
I googled escort sites. Rio Dreams, VIP Gold RJ, Naughty Girls, Pinup Rio.
You’ve got the time, Hugo had said. Apparently, I did.
Sassy Brunette, Blond Freak, Sulamita, Sheron, Tuliane, Micaella, Capitu, Ana Kelly, Paola, Shana, and Mel.
I figured Blond Freak might be a good bet.
Unforgettable oral, vaginal, nice chat, and massage.
Kissing: Yes. Anal: No. Men, women, couples.
All cards accepted. I called her, explained the situation, she hung up on me.
I guess Blond Freak wasn’t so freaky after all.
“Who is this?” she answered, like she was in the middle of something very important. She had a deep, domineering but pleasant voice, like a cabaret singer. There was traffic noise in the background.
“I saw your ad and I’d like to hire you.”
“Right now?”
“Next week. The nineteenth.”
It was like making a doctor’s appointment. Do you take Blue Cross?
“Look, it’s kind of a delicate situation,” I said. I was so tired of women hanging up on me that I even briefly considered leaving out Piglet’s weight.
“Where are you now?”
“Copacabana.”
“So am I. Can you meet me?” I insisted. “I’d rather speak in person.”
“You buying lunch?”
I looked at my watch. It was already past noon. I had to eat, change, and be at the bookstore by three.
“Okay,” I said.
We arranged to meet in thirty minutes at lifeguard station 2.