An innocuous enough statement that eventually spawned an idle idea. One of the other girls at work --Sassy, her name had been (not even kidding)-- had joked about the oddities of life as an escort, the strange requests taken from clients and the plethora of people they got to meet. A cross section of society that included all walks of life; the young, the old, the rich, the mostly broke, the ugly, the good looking, the successful, and the downtrodden. The only constant in the equation were the girls that serviced their needs. Sassy had gone on and on about how amusing it would be if only the world could take a glimpse at their lives and as Jen sat before the glowing screen of the secondhand laptop, she couldn't help but laugh, eyes on the red light that indicated the webcam was on and ready to go. The written medium was never her forte but she could blab like the best of them and thus the shoddily formatted vlog site was born.
call-girl-confessional.rnet.
Don't judge, .rnet was cheaper than .com, .org, and well, all the other domains. The little number 1 in the bottom right hand corner indicating she was the only one browsing the site made her ponder whether or not this was even a good idea. But Sassy had lost her little mind when Jen jokingly mentioned the site, so whether it fizzled or whether it just became a place to air her grievances and rant on camera, then so be it. At least Sassy would be happy. With a click of the mouse, the red light turned green. Show time.
June Eighteenth
"Hello interweb! Jenny Chae here and um, well, this is the first video of what I hope will become many for Call Girl Confessional. First things first, uh, the subject matter here is probably really not suitable for kids so like, view with caution and stuff. Second, yeah, this is really about call girls. Call girls, escorts, hookers, ladies of the night, whatever you wanna call us. And um, yeah!" The blonde turned a double thumbs up to the camera, glancing over her shoulder briefly before looking back to the webcam.
"So like, a long time ago, had you asked me what I wanna be when I grow up, I really doubt anywhere on my list would be anything close to this. But here I am and now I get to share these oh so wonderful experiences with you all. Um, well, sort of. You don't get to watch or anything like that. We charge for that. So instead you can listen to me ramble and um, maybe I'll bring KC on to entertain you too. But anyways! I've met some pretty interesting people in the course of this job and while my Madame wants me to make sure I don't go breaching any confidentiality agreements, I'm here to bring you the best --and worst-- of them."
"Since this is for introductions and sh*t, I may as well tell you a bit about me before we dive into the bad and good stuff. Like I said before, I'm Jenny Chae. I've been in the industry for... awhile now, and currently, I'm an escort for a Chicago based agency that is operating in Rhy'din for now. Gone are the days of standing on corners and prowling the docks looking for clients, these days they come to me. Which is pretty sweet, not gonna lie. We've got about twenty girls that I work with, but we're all pretty busy, if that tells you anything about the job."
"Speaking of girls I work with, hi Sassy! This is for you babygirl!" She blows a kiss at the camera, breaks down into a fit of giggles and then continues. "Anyways. It's probably one of the best setups a girl like me could ask for. It's super legit and I even get to work with my sister, KC. I know, I know, you'd think it was weird but we're pretty close --not like that, you pervs--, so I at least knows she's okay. She um, lives with me too but she's not around right now. But I bet she'll come stick her face in at some point. So don't worry."
"So um yeah. I'm only part time at the agency but it pays well enough that I still have time for other stuff like school and dueling. I'm not very good at it but it's a good way to blow off steam, keep in shape and um learn how to defend myself. Because unfortunately in my profession, it's sort of needed. You hear that potential clients? It's not nice to be mean!!" Jen scowls at the camera, the disapproving look lingering for only a moment or two before it breaks and she grins. "Unless you're into that of course, and paying appropriately."
Pausing a moment as her phone rings, she picks on phone up, sets it down, and picks up another. Eyeing it, she glances up at camera and gives a one moment gesture before tapping out a response message. "Hmm, sorry about that. Looks like work calls! Who knows. Maybe I'll have some fun stories for you next time! Okay, bye now!"
The camera jostles a bit and then goes black as she manages to figure out how to turn it off.
