ducks. The men I deal with, all they care about is gettin’…” he paused and lowered his voice, “you know…gettin’ took care of. They ain’t lookin’ to marry you so your pedigree blood don’t mean no more to them than it do to me. Shit.” Clyde snapped his fingers and a young waiter in a tuxedo rushed over and refilled his glass with more wine. “What you drink?”
“I like red wine,” I managed, waving my hand in the air, balling it into a fist when I noticed three chipped nails. As soon as the waiter poured wine into the glass in front of me, I took a long swallow, pleased that I got an immediate buzz.
“Tell me a little bit about yourself, Rockelle,” Clyde suggested, blotting his juicy lips with a napkin.
I shrugged. “What do you want to know?”
“What do you like to do in your spare time? I like to get a handle on my girls. I need to know what kind of women I’m dealin’ with.”
“Well…I like to read, watch movies.” I shrugged again.
“You into men?”
“Huh? What do you mean by that?” I asked stupidly, shuddering.
He laughed. “This is San Francisco, the gay capital of the world, and you are kinda husky. Some dykes make the best workin’ girls.” He sniffed and winked. “I ain’t got no problem with that.”
I frowned, insulted because nobody had ever questioned my sexuality before. “I love men,” I snapped. “But I’ve never…uh…fucked men for money.” I paused and took another swallow of wine. “Other than what I’ve seen in the movies and what I’ve read in books, I don’t know how all this works,” I whispered, looking around to make sure none of the waiters or other patrons were listening. My ears couldn’t believe the words sliding out of my mouth. I fanned my face with a napkin, hoping I wouldn’t sweat too much and stain my clothes. I wanted to return the blouse and skirt I had on back to Macy’s, too.
Clyde gave me a surprised look, holding up his hand and shaking his head. “I ain’t said nothin’ about you fuckin’ nobody for no money now. Don’t you be puttin’ words in my mouth,” he said, giving me a look that could have meant just about anything. I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or testing me. Maybe he was being cautious. And in his business, I could understand why. He had just met me. I could have been anybody—from the wife of one of his clients to a vengeful relative of one of the women who worked for him. But I was the last person in the world he had to worry about. And with the financial mess I was in, I needed him more than he needed me.
“But Carlene said…” I muttered, groping for words.
“Carlene’s a fool. She’s from the old school. Spent her best years humpin’ for a old battle-ax in Ohio of all places. If she was as smart as she thinks she is, she’d have been out of this business ten years ago with a million bucks stashed away in a Cayman Islands bank. Shoot.”
“What about the cops?” I mumbled, clutching my wineglass with both hands.
“What about ’em?”
“I don’t want to get arrested. I would just die if that ever happened.”
“Girl, that’s the last thing you need to be worryin’ about. Ain’t none of my girls never had no problem with the cops. Hell, I play cards with half of the dudes on vice. In a city like ’Frisco, they got a lot more important things to be investigatin’ than a man and woman hookin’ up to have a little fun. As long as you do like I tell you, you ain’t got to worry about no cops. Now if you a hardheaded fool like Carlene and try to break the rules, you just might have a run-in or two with the man. You got any kids? You look like a breedin’ woman.”
I nodded so hard, the curls on the hair weave that I had spent so much time trying to tame, came undone and fell across my eyes. “Three. Two boys, six and seven, and a girl just turned ten,” I told him, tucking my hair back behind my ears. I hadn’t had enough money to make an appointment with my hairdresser so I had to pray that none of my loose fake hair would fall off my head. “I like to spend as much time with them as I can.”
“What about Daddy? He know what you fin to do?”
“He’s long gone. That bastard.” Just thinking about Joe made my blood boil. I had no idea where he had run off to with his bitch and all of the money from our savings account. He was from Canada and had relatives everywhere but on the moon. He could have been just about anywhere. And as corrupt as he was, I was sure that wherever that dog was hiding out, he was working under a fake social security number so the welfare folks couldn’t track him down. “He was never much of a daddy anyway,” I wailed, trying to hide the pain in my voice with a dry laugh. I blew out a weak breath and hunched my shoulders. “It’s just me and my kids now. I love them, and I want to give them everything they need. That’s why…that’s why I came to see you.”
“Well, if you a good mama to them kids, you ain’t goin’ to do nothin’ that’ll fuck you up with the cops. And, you’ll behave yourself so I won’t have to get ugly with you.” Clyde yawned and cocked his head to the side, staring at me out of the corner of his eye as he handed me one of the two menus on the table. “All I want you to do is make that money, honey.” He sniffed and gave me a mysterious wink.
“Uh, what else do you do?” I asked, smiling the same anxious way I’d done during my other interviews. My confidence level was pretty low, so I had to fake my way to the very end. I was ready to lie, kiss ass, act like I was interested, and do whatever else I had to do. “You are nothing like what I expected.”
“Say what?” he drawled, raising both eyebrows.
“I mean, don’t men like you have jobs on the side, too? A front job to keep the IRS and the cops off your back? Or do you pay people off?”
Clyde leaned sideways and glanced around the room before responding. “In the first place, you been watchin’ too many movies. In the second place, let’s get one thing straight right now: I ask all the questions,” he said firmly, giving me a cold, hard look.
“Okay,” I croaked. I rubbed my nose and gave Clyde a curious look. “How many other girls work for you?”
“That ain’t none of your business!” he snapped. “Didn’t I just tell you that I was the one to ask all the questions, woman? A nosy woman is a woman lookin’ for trouble.” He grinned, and that kept me from getting too upset over his outburst. As odd as it seemed, there was something charismatic about Clyde. I liked a man who was in control, even if it meant that I was one of the things he controlled. “I pay the cost to be the boss.” I had no idea what he meant by that and I didn’t have the nerve to ask him to explain. “Do you hear me?”
I nodded and fixed my eyes on the top of the table.
“Order whatever you want, Rockelle.” He took out a pair of dark glasses and held them up to his eyes and shook his head. “I can see you like to eat.”
“I’ll just have a small salad. I’m tryin’ to lose a few pounds,” I said, sucking in my stomach.
Clyde shook his head again and sniffed. “You ain’t got to be losin’ no weight. I got enough bean poles in my garden. You a fine, healthy-lookin’ sister. A lot of men like that. They want to ride a horse that they ain’t got to worry about buckin’.”
I gasped so hard I hiccupped. “I thought you said I wouldn’t have to sleep with any of these men.”
Clyde clapped his hands together and laughed, shaking his dark glasses in my face. “Girl, what you do on a date I set up is up to you and that man. I ain’t askin’ you to do nothin’ you don’t want to do.”
I looked around again then I looked straight in Clyde’s eyes. “Are you telling me that these men pay your women three hundred dollars just to talk?”
An amused look appeared on Clyde’s face. “I don’t know what my girls do behind closed doors. That’s the beauty of my game. I don’t tell ’em