Page 21 of He's Not My Son
Moretti simply smiled. I could not believe it. This guy was not rattled in any way, shape, or form.
“First of all, Cole is not a stranger. He’s a good friend of the family, and we do business together. As for the escort service, you call them hookers; I call them expensive company for lonely wealthy men. And good company is hard to find.”
She calmed down.
“If the ladies want to entertain the clients in some other way, that is totally up to them, but—and here’s the big but—if I find out any of my girls were forced into doing anything that they didn’t approve of out of the goodness of their hearts,” Moretti said.
There was a pause.
“I’ll break their legs, capisce?”
He made the famous “capisce” hand gesture with the pinched fingers.
Clarissa took a deep breath. She wasn’t completely sold on the idea, but her demeanor had softened.
“I came here to pursue my dreams of being an actress,” Clarissa said.
“That sounds great,” I interjected. “You can teach the girls how to act with their clients. You know, be whoever their clients wish them to be.”
“There you go. Problem solved,” Moretti answered. “Tell you what, why don’t you freshen up, meet the girls, and have dinner with Cole here tonight? On the house. Just get a feel for theplace. You’ll like it. It’s a fun atmosphere. You’ll meet a lot of wealthy people who have good connections.”
Moretti took out his handkerchief and dabbed his forehead. Clarissa had made him sweat a little bit.
“Fine,” Clarissa said. “But I will not be doing any of the escorting myself. And as for dinner with Cole…”
There was a pause.
“That’s fine. I’m getting hungry, and I can use the company.”
It was getting close to 8:00 p.m. The club was going to open its doors soon.
“I’ll freshen up. Where is your ladies’ room?” she asked.
“It’s down the hall and to your right,” Moretti instructed.
She grabbed her purse from the floor, got up, and left for the restroom.
“Boy, she’s a firecracker,” I said.
“Yes, she is. Do me a favor, Cole. You seem to like her. Have dinner and then show her a good time around town. I need her to calm down. I promised my dad I would take good care of her. I would do it myself, but I don’t mix business with pleasure,” Moretti said. “I’ve learned my lesson a few times, and it’s costing me. I wouldn’t recommend it.”
“Capisce. I, umm, capisce, right?” I asked.
“Now you’re getting it. Welcome to the family,” Moretti said.
He extended his hand, and we shook hands.
All of a sudden, a rush of beautiful girls started coming through the door. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, white, tanned, brown, Latinas, Asians—you name it; they were all hot. And I mean hot. I was smitten.
Where have I been all my life?
“Those are the girls who work here. The show starts at 9:00 p.m. They need an hour to prepare,” Moretti said.
“Wow, where did all these beautiful girls come from?” I asked.
“From different places, you know, from all around the country,” Moretti replied.
“How so?”
