I've stepped through the looking glass
I thought at first I'd fucked up again and one of Dallas' men had drugged me and had me flown here while I was out. But I know how the after-effects of injectable drugs feel, and I'm suffering none of them. It's strange, I took an afternoon nap between appointments and wound up standing in front of a mansion, barefoot and bewildered and apparently in Toshima. It makes no sense, I can neither speak nor read Japanese. I'm still not entirely sure I won't wake and find myself back above Dallas' club, awoken by a rap on the door by my next client.
I sound insane. Anyone who reads this will think I am. However the authorities acted as though this happened frequently. They looked bored, asking only my name and what of the three available careers, all strange, I would choose. I thought customs only checked passports and luggage. They didn't even ask my age. But if they're letting me whore myself they must not care.
The landscape here is stark. As I walked through the streets holding the map one of the men gave me, I expected to see people huddled around burning barrels like the fictional depictions of slums you see everywhere. It came as a shock, to put it lightly, to discover White Magnolia to be so opulent. Even Dallas doesn't live in this splendour, and he's one of the kings of Los Angeles' underworld. It's pretty remarkable and I find it strange I'd be allowed to even walk in the door.
They have our wages on a sign near the bar, where I'd expect drink prices to be listed. I got an imagine of a smirking middle-aged man saying, "I'll have Sex on the Beach, and in my room with one of your boys". I wanted to ask what cut of the price we got, but decided against it, for now. I want to put it off, in case it ends up disappointingly low. It'll surely be higher than LA, where Dallas only gave us 10% of our session price. And that's 5% more than what I made originally. That's laughably low, considering how much I worked and how good I am. I was one of his biggest earners. I'll be one of the biggest earners here too, perhaps even work my way up to THE biggest earner, but it would certainly make things easier if I got decent wages.
I should introduce myself. I forget no one knows of Dallas here, unless there's mobsters here from LA reading this. And I certainly doubt that. I'm Lawrence, I'm fourteen, and probably the only thing the least bit distinctive about me is Dallas' brand upon my chest. In LA every prostitute in northern LA had it, as Dallas owned us all and loved to show it. But here it is, refreshingly, only a tattoo of a lizard with a metal collar.
Before I take a bath, I'll close with a few questions in case anyone's reading this. Has anyone else just appeared here, is the job here as nice as it sounds, and are there any clients who aren't perverts and middle-aged men? It would be very refreshing to have some variety.