Thread: In Your Darkest Hour (Seven x Pocket)

It would have been easier to walk. Even in five inch heels, she would have moved faster than the traffic they were currently caught in. The fifteen minutes it should have taken to get to this Johns house, would double easily. Her drive would be serenaded by the charming background sounds of the city blaring horns, screamed obscenities and the occasional siren Just like home. With a large round mirror on the back of the passenger and drivers seat and an airplane-esque dashboard for make up to be set upon fastened to the chairs, the backseat of the white cab was like a motorized vanity. The time in the back of the companys exclusive cab often served as primping time, or time to look over the conversation the secretary had had with the John in case something specific was mentioned. Destinys English was base at the very best, but she knew key phrases. Big eyes ? She said this aloud, hoping it would make sense that way as it certainly hadnt within her head. Dark brown eyes with flex of green and gold, turned upwards towards the mirror. She placed her fingertips against her eyes, trying to measure them..Were they big? Or was this some slang term she was unfamiliar with..Something the few actual American girls who worked for the company, had yet to mention to her. This man had not been specific at all. But that was the way some Johns were..Her first client, but not her first first.. He took that privilege upon himself for every girl. No, her first John had been very specific. Right down to the shade and brand of lipstick she would wear, he gave the secretary a list of requirements that he personally inspected at the motel door before letting the cab driver leave. Some Johns were like that Using a charcoal base color, Destiny tried to accent her eyes with a smoky look. Blending the dark with a shimmery white to allow herself to sparkle a bit more than the sparkly orchid lotion she used on her skin that only glittered in the right light. Candlelight usually. Most girls overdid the sparkles, which got their Johns in a lot of trouble. Lipstick could be washed off, and perfume covered by cologneBut those goddamn flecks of glitter were more condemning evidence than fingerprints on a gun. Destinys sparkles were applied just right..So that they would make her shimmer in dim light, like the ethereal and forbidden being she was supposed to be. SecretsThe world was filled with secrets. The Johns kept secrets from their significant others about where they were going at night. If they had none, they still wouldnt admit to anyone else that they knew about seeking a call girl..But those people denied the confession had secrets of their own. Darker ones perhaps. Something that in comparison, made indulging in the company of a fantasy seem miniscule. Not all of the Johns were corporate sleazes with a kink their wives wouldnt satisfy Most of them were, but not all of them. Destiny lined her lips with a soft red, glossing on a clear peppermint glaze to plump them out slightly. A pouty look was almost always endearing to a man..A subtle mark of innocence, vulnerabilityNeed. Twenty five minutes, almost double time. The driver parked, but kept the engine going as he took out an umbrella and expanded it. Making his way to her door, the tall chauffer adjusted the sunglasses that all of the drivers insisted to wear despite the weather or time of day. It was like a mask As they approached the door, Destinys heart began to race. It always did. Every new John was a clean slate As the driver rose his large hand up and rapped three times upon the wooden door, Destiny drew in a deep breath. Slipping a few gloved fingers through her layered tresses, she glanced towards the windows, trying to peer through the little opening in the curtains. There was light flickering insideA television maybe? Or a camera flashing.. It wouldnt have been the first time, or the strangest request she had received by far... She wouldnt know how to approach him until she met him, and waiting out in this deathly rain served as a bleak backdrop for the arrangement. It was dark outThe lights on the streets were flickering. Some Johns were ready to go as soon as she arrived, others were as hesitant as if she was their girlfriend and foreplay was necessary for her to say yes. Most got over that rather quicklyAs soon as their blood rushed to the right places.