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prepared for it, but it just ended up being a straight party. But the client did not want to pay. He said, “I am not paying for you to hang out and talk and eat hors d’oeuvres.”
    â€œOh, no, no, no, no,” I insisted. “No one’s leaving this apartment till you pay. Not any of your friends, not Dr. Chavis, no one is leaving until you pay.”
    â€œI don’t have any cash on me,” he said.
    â€œSo send your bodyguard now,” I snapped.
    â€œJay-Z’s waiting for us,” he pleaded. “We have to go to the 40/40 Club. I don’t carry cash.”
    â€œToo bad,” I said. “You’d better go get some. You know full well why I’m here. This is a business transaction. You have to pay us whether you have partaken or not. You see this girl? She has to answer to somebody. She is going to get into a lot of trouble. Do you really want her to possibly get hurt?” I looked over to Lizzie. She wasn’t doing anything to try to get this money; I didn’t knowwho had set this job up, but what I did know was Lizzie had better get their cut. I didn’t want to see Lizzie get hurt. I had no idea who she had gotten herself mixed up with, if these were the types of clients being sent her way.
    They all said, “We’re leaving.”
    I said, “Really? Here’s what’s going to happen. We’re all going to go downstairs. If that money is not there at the concierge desk by eight a.m., I have taken pictures of all of you in this apartment without you knowing, and I am going to put every single one of you online as having been with us. Welcome to New York.”
    The money was there in full and on time.
    Oh, a postscript on Lizzie: I did her that favor, and later she stole $3,000 from me. I never heard from her again.
    M any of the girls had boyfriends; some were even married. They were usually pretty open about it among the other girls. But most of their boyfriends or husbands didn’t know what they did. They’d have to conceal their lingerie and condoms. Their boyfriends were definitely not seeing that when they got home. I never talked about Mike, and I was terrified somebody would find out who he was. Or had been.
    There were some very famous models that worked for Kristin. Girls who’d been on the cover of Vogue , Elle , Harper’s Bazaar , Cosmopolitan . They usually did outcalls. But occasionally they would pop in to meet a client at Kristin’s place and their attitudes were above and beyond atrocious. They behaved as if they were better than we were, even though they were putting their stilettos up in the air just the same.
    We girls would talk about clients too. We would say this guylikes this and that guy likes that. Or we might say, “Watch out for that guy.” We would share tips. And if we didn’t like somebody, there were always tricks to get him to finish quickly. We made sure the new girls never let a guy talk them into “bare backing.” Bare backing is sex without a condom. Any type of sex, including oral.
    Some girls wanted to see how many clients they could have in a day. I don’t understand why they would ever want to do that. I guess they got competitive with each other. You know, as if they were trying to say that they were the most popular girl in school.
    I was making a lot of money with Kristin, but ultimately I just couldn’t put up with her surprises anymore. Her vetting process was atrocious; no, it was nonexistent. Whether it was New York, Boston, Philadelphia, D.C., it didn’t matter: you never knew who was walking in the door or who you were going to see. Unless it was one of your regular clients.
    Aside from the obvious risk factors, I liked to know who it was I was going to see, because I needed to know who I was going to be. I had different personalities with different people, and I went by several names. My psyche had to change because of who each man was and