Blue Money by Janet Capron

Author:Janet Capron
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781944700423
Publisher: The Unnamed Press
Published: 2017-05-09T04:00:00+00:00

The next day, Sunday, I found myself trying to fix a hangover along with my two neighbors Angelica and Cissy. I knew my phone wasn’t going to ring; my book was not big enough yet to keep me busy during the week, let alone today. Still, my first whorehouse trick, Frank, had managed to find me through Evelyn. He actually asked her permission to see me, which she reluctantly gave. My original client’s return was good luck, I thought. He started coming around faithfully once a week, again bearing gifts, either a new toaster oven, an electric frying pan, or a blender, always some shiny appliance in addition to the fifty dollars. Corinne sent me her spillover, and Angelica and Cissy were sure to be more than generous. My business was beginning to pick up a little. But Sunday was a particularly slow day anyway in New York for the kind of whores we were, with a local, married clientele. To pass the time, we had taken a bottle of rum from their well-stocked bar into the kitchen with us, made up a batch of frozen daiquiris, and sat around in long T-shirts and short shorts talking shop.

I suspected Angelica was introduced to the concept of hooking by Michael, although she characteristically denied it, claiming it was she who turned him onto the idea. At any rate, she had long since left the amateurish Michael in the dust, having found her pimp, Mr. Fudge, and having joined up with his other New York girl, Cissy. They had decorated their apartments at the Coventry identically with lots of chrome and glass and canopied beds with black satin sheets. The Comanche, Angelica, a dainty brunette, contrasted fetchingly with the square-shaped Cissy and her blue eyes and yellow hair. They adored their absentee pimp, Mr. Fudge, who was always on the road expanding his business, a girl or two in each town, from Pittsburgh to Los Angeles. They were proud of their man’s financial acumen, pointing to their furs, a Jaguar in the garage, and matching diamond rings, as if he were their canny investment counselor instead of a guy skimming profits off the top.

Cissy, the restless one, itched to hit the street.

“Guess it’s ’cause I grew up on a farm, but I can’t stand staying indoors all day. I’ve been busted so many times, the judge finally threw the book at me. Made me do three months—the maximum. ‘Cissy,’ he said, ‘you got a record so big, it would take a wheelbarrow to haul it all in the courtroom. I’m sick and tired of seeing your face.’ Judge Feinstein, what a cute old fart,” she said, chuckling fondly over the memory.

“Can’t keep her off the street no how, no way. You’re a bad girl, Cissy,” Angelica said.

“Where do you go?” I couldn’t help blurting out. “I’m sorry, but I don’t get it. You’re supposed to be a high-class hooker—after all you live on Sutton Place—so why in hell would you want to turn streetwalker?”

Cissy stared at me.

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