Anna’s New Career_(1)

Anastasia was worried. The restaurant was very quiet, again, and she was not making enough in tips. Also, her course was costing her more than she expected what with books, equipment etc. that she had to buy. She tried her best to be pleasant to all the customers, but there were just too few of them for her to earn as much as she needed.

As she wiped the cleared tables, just one customer remained – a business man in his mid thirties who had arrived late. She did not mind, as people like him usually tipped well, so she made sure she was especially attentive to him. He finished his desert and coffee, she walked across to his table.

“Will there be anything else sir?” she asked. Her accent was distinctly Russian, but with a very sexy timbre.

“No thanks, everything was just fine”.

He looked round the deserted restaurant, then added:

“How would you like to spend the night with me – for 500?”, “It’s more than you earn here!”

Anastasia was shocked.

“Fuck you, I’m not a prostitute – go find yourself someone else!” she snapped and backed away from the table.

“OK, I understand, but I’ll leave my card, should you change your mind, I’m I town all week”.

He left cash to settle his bill plus enough for a 20 tip – the best all week. Anastasia watched him leave. He was not unattractive, tall, slim and looked like he spent time in the Gym. Anastasia cleared his table, picked up the cash and his card, walked to the till and entered the transaction. She looked at his card and was about to throw it away, but something stopped her and she slipped it in her pocket.

All was finished, so she locked the door and went out back to see Luigi, the fat middle aged owner whose wife gave him hell and resented an attractive 20-year old Russian blonde working in the place.

“All done Luigi, last one’s gone and I’ve locked up”.

Luigi did not look happy.

“Anna, listen, you are a good girl and you work very hard, but business isn’t great at the moment, I’ve talked this over with my wife and I’m afraid we’ve got to let you go”.



For the second time that night, Anna was shocked. Thoughts raced through her mind – how was she going to pay for her studies now? Could she get another job? Would it be as well paid? She stood open-mouthed as a numb feeling spread through her.

“Hey, don’t worry kid, you are a good worker, you will soon get another job and I’ll give you a great reference and a bit of a pay-off”, he went on.

The next day she recounted the events of the previous evening to her friend Sophie, a lovely warm black girl who always dressed like someone out of a fashion magazine. Where the hell did she get the money to do that, she was also from a poor background.

“So why the hell did you turn him down! You said yourself he’s attractive and you are broke”.

“I’m not a prostitute” protested Anastasia.

“Look, you meet a guy at a party, he sweet talks you, buys you dinner and you fuck him. This man is will pay you more than you would earn in a month waiting on tables for the same thing. Given your present financial predicament, I would call him back and ask for 750. Oh, don’t forget the condoms”, she laughed.

Anastasia was surprised at her open-minded advice, and a thought began growing at the back of her mind, but she would save it for now.

Most afternoons when Anastasia got home from college, she would start work straight away on her assignments to get them done before going out to work. But tonight she had no work and something far more urgent to do.