CH1 - Her Circumstance

 

Her Circumstance

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“Bitch!” my date spat as he threw the remaining contents of his wine on my face. I was caught off guard and I’m starting to feel the stinging pain in my eyes. I suppressed the tears because I didn’t want him to think that I was crying because of what he’s done. It was the damn wine! 

“You’ll have to pay extra for dry cleaning”, I told him looking at the mess he’s done on my very expensive cocktail dress.

“Why you..!!!”, he began to make a move as if to slap me but his friend managed to pull him back away from me. “You are going to regret this!” he threatened.

“Oh, yeah?” I smirked. “Well, I tell you this. No one, I repeat, no one will ever agree to go out with you again in this city. I’ll make sure of that after the stunt you pulled so you’d better work hard on getting a personality make-over because that’s the reason why you’re a loser!”

“Huh! You think so highly of yourself, you whore!”

“Let’s just get out of here”, his friend interrupted. He kept on looking from side to side, afraid that the people in the party will take notice of the scene and result to a scandal. Finally, the jerk realized that they can be easily seen from the corner of the hall, behind a huge plant, where he pulled me after I bit his tongue.

It was his fault anyway. It was stated in the contract, which he signed, that French kissing is not allowed. Certain occasions call for some kisses but torrid ones are a no-no. Sometimes, there are clients who think that just because they paid you to be an escort, that you’ll go all the way with them if they paid extra or something. Geez! 

This is the first time that our agency worked with him. Usually, Gummy-unni is very careful when accepting new clients for her girl’s protection. But he was referred by a longtime client so we all thought that he was okay. He needed a date for this engagement ceremony where he’s relatives with the bride’s side. His wife recently divorced him and he wanted to show his family that he’s doing well and that he found a much younger woman in his life.

I immediately sensed that he’s going to be a problem early on in the night. He was very touchy and clingy and close to being drunk. The first time that he shoved his tongue in my mouth, I let it go thinking that it was just brought about by alcohol but the second time; I didn’t care if we were in front of his relatives. I bit him so hard that I tasted blood. Ha! Served him right. The bastard!

“I’m not done with you!” he said as a parting shot as he allowed his friend to guide him out. 

“We’ll send you the bill!” I replied, in a tone made his eyes bulged when he turned to look at me. I smirked.

I turned my back from them and proceeded to walk to the ladies room with my head down. “You’re okay, Dara. You’re going to be okay.” I kept saying to myself. This is my mantra whenever bad things happen to me. I have no time for sentiments like being sad or sorry for myself so I developed a protective wall around me over the years and refused to let any hurt get in. Really, I’ve become an expert. 

I didn’t notice that I almost bumped into a guy. He held my arm as he helped me keep standing steady. “Are you okay, Miss?”

“Yeah, I’m alright” I answered and looked up. 

He must have seen that my face is wet so he reached inside his pocket and handed me a handkerchief. “Um, here” he shyly offered. 

“Thank you, but I’m fine” I declined.

He extended his hand and insisted. “I think you need it”.

Wanting to get to the ladies room quickly, I accepted and said my thanks.

The guy smiled and his eyes kinda disappeared when he did and looking at his smiling face made me smile, for some reason. I made a slight bow and turned to leave.

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“Aish!” I muttered, looking at the mirror, once inside. The wine did not do much damage and only dampened the upper front part of the dress but my makeup looked messed up. I looked around and saw a hand dryer and decided to stand under it or what I can manage to get under it. Good thing no one was inside because I kinda looked stupid so I decided to take advantage of that fact before I wash my face. After a couple of minutes, 3 ladies came in so I stopped what I was doing and proceeded to wash away my make-up.

“Oh God, I can’t believe that guy”, I heard one of the girls said. 

“I know”, said the other one.

“Ugh!” the third one said in exasperation, rolling her eyes as they each went over to where I was, checking themselves on the mirror. I couldn’t help but see their reflections as I continued to wash my face. “I swear if only my Mom didn’t threaten to hold off my allowance I won’t go out with him. Our Mom’s are gym buddies.” She explained.

They freshened up their make-up and continued their gossip while I wet some paper towels and went inside one of the cubicles. I could hear them making mean comments on the girl’s date like he’s so awkward and unfashionable, etc. 

“Now I believe the rumor that he’s still a virgin!” They laughed.

“Definitely not my type!”

“I know what your types are, Krystal. You like them experienced and wild!”

“Tsk. Are you sure you’re talking about my ideal type, Sulli? Or yours?” teased by what I deduced to be Krystal. 

“Hey! We all know that we like beastly guys.”

“Victoria!” said the two.

“What?” she laughed. “It’s not like I’m not telling the truth.”

They laughed. 

I silently laughed inside my cubicle having finished wiping away the sticky residue of the wine on my chest.

Oh, if only guys knew what girls talk about inside the ladies room. This is one of the reasons why us girls go in groups. Ha!

 “I saw Nick-hun earlier and his friends. I bet we can have an after party with them later. We just have to lose your date.”

“Victoria! That’s so mean. I Iike it! What should I do?” Krystal said.

“Gah! I cringe thinking what the Oppas will say if they see us hanging out with him.”

 “And what’s up with his corn rows? I mean, does he think he’s hip hop or something?” Again, I heard derisive laughter coming from them.

“IKR. Maybe Sulli and I can just meet you after an hour?”

“Don’t you dare leave me with him!”

“Let’s just be mean to him and hopefully he’ll get the message” suggested by the black haired girl as I emerged from the cubicle and saw them leaving. 

“We’ll think of ways” the one who looked the youngest said as the door closed.

I sighed and looked at my bare face in the mirror. This is the reason why there are guys who get traumatized by girls, thus, leading some of them to solicit our services.

I work at one of the reputable escort services in Seoul. I have been for 2 years now after a very bad relationship. Actually, Gummy-unni, my boss, who also owns the agency, was the one who saved me from that relationship. I don’t want to dwell on bad experiences so I don’t think much about the past. I’m in a better place now. “Yes,Dara. You’re in a better place now” I affirmed.

Not the ideal job or situation but still, a hell lot better from where I was years ago.

I plastered a smile on my face. I loosened the two hairclips which holds my hair in a messy but sexy bun and shook my hair which fell very nicely on my back. It didn’t cover all since the length of my spine was showing but its better. I turned to see and the length covered half of my exposed back. Good. I smiled. A genuine one. There were some men earlier whom I noticed leering at me when my jerk of a date paraded me across the function hall. Men! They are all the same. They all think with their d*cks!

I put on fresh make-up and decided to go back to the party. There are a lot of very rich men in this 5 star hotel and I might meet some potential clients for our dating agency, Spider. 

“It’s showtime, Dara. Fighting!”

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