Lilith ….. New York
New York City was the perfect location for a high-priced Escort… She preferred the title courtesan, but she was just as comfortable with call-girl, or hooker. She was unpretentious…With her apartment in the mid ’50s, Lilith was only ten minutes away from Dag Hammersjold Plaza – site of the United Nations building. Most of her clients were either corporate execs, diplomats or individuals who were attached to various embassies in one manner or another.
With the advent of the Internet, the need for a madame or pimp was voided by any girl with a modicum of intellect. In preparation for each call, she checked her handbag for the usual tools of the trade: makeup, creams, lotions, baby wipes, mini bottles of ginseng extract and most importantly plenty of condoms.
Prices were fixed according to time allotted. The average visit was one hour at seven hundred per. With tip, she generally cleared a thousand an hour. Over time she had developed a fairly consistent regimen. Three customers constituted her normal daily client load. The usual workweek was Thursdays through Sundays; but of course her schedule had to be flexible. Some clients needed more attention than others, just as in any business.
Other than the positive fact that her job provided her with a lucrative income, there were negative drawbacks… Not the sex. That had never been a problem. Lilith loved sex. She was not a nymphomaniac. She was just a girl with a hungry appetite; who simply enjoyed dessert more than the main course… The problem she could not escape was the delicate nature of the work of her clientele. Discretion was paramount in her working relationships. A hint of scandal was unacceptable. In diplomatic, corporate or espionage circles, one wrong move could lead a prominent client on the first step toward Siberia or worse… death.
It was this tenuous aspect of her job which first brought Lilith and I together.
