S H A D O W
The brush caressed my cheeks as I prepared for one of the clients. I'm a married woman, masquerading around as a companion, as odd as that sounded. There were ways to get information and this was one of them. My empathy was something I usually disliked and did my best to hide it from the world, hide myself from being found by the emotions that crippled me from youth and I did a rather good job of it. I was cut off from everyone and everything emotionally, I learned to control and use what I felt to my purpose. It was something helpful and now I chose to use it again for my efforts of gathering information on the galaxy at large. I'm not a hero or a villain, I'm just someone who wishes to make a difference.
My make up was done and I looked like a woman of the night, if only my wife could see me now I wonder how she would react. My boss knows the intimate details of my requests knowing that I will only accompany and never do more than that with clients. I am claimed already and there was no going back from that, to be honest once you've had the Conquer of 10 or 20 thousand worlds – no one compares.
I mean no one.
My client today was someone who was dying, I usually found myself comforting those that were on their way of passing. Most were older gentlemen who knew the touch of a woman quite well, but never the touch of a loving woman – a woman that loved them for who they were – not their money bags. It broke my heart when I felt them wanting me to be that woman for them, even if it as just a night. They never received that from me, I was just the one that comforted them before their time. My datapad beeped alerting me that my appointment had arrived. I stood and wrapped the silken robes around my slender frame, the robes gave enough to tease the imagination, but that was all. I did enjoy one part of this job, I got to wear heels whenever I wanted too, expensive heels. They echoed as I walked down the narrow corridor towards the meeting room, I could smell the aroma of the incense that the girls always lit when they were with clients. Passing one room in particular caused me to sneeze, Corsica was known for her pheromone laced incense.
I wiped my nose from the brief allergic reaction and then entered the room. An old man sat on the couch in front of the opposite love seat, he was closer to death than anyone I had ever met. His eyes lit up and I could see the youth he still desperately held on too. His hand reached out and I grasped them with both of mine. A smile crossed my face as I nodded to him, his mouth hung open for just a moment and his sorrow and joy filled my mind. He clung to my hands, not wanting to let go, but I managed to ease my hands from his grasp so I could take my place on the opposite couch. Silence lingered between us and he finally spoke.
“You're more beautiful than what I saw on the menu, I am honored Satine that you would see and old fellow like me. I don't have much, but you make me feel like a lad again.” His face creased at all the wrinkles in his face as he smiled and nodded his head. I made a glance towards my datapad which read he could only afford five minutes – which mean he was right at not having a lot. Waving my hand I returned his smile. “You can stay as long as you like.” His smile widened as he nodded. “I know who you are Satine, I know who you really are – its why I came.” I didn't answer and assumed he was just going senile, but before I could move us to another subject he chuckled. “Spencer Jacobs, the runaway padawan healer my how you've grown up...”
All I could do was sit there, stunned.
My make up was done and I looked like a woman of the night, if only my wife could see me now I wonder how she would react. My boss knows the intimate details of my requests knowing that I will only accompany and never do more than that with clients. I am claimed already and there was no going back from that, to be honest once you've had the Conquer of 10 or 20 thousand worlds – no one compares.
I mean no one.
My client today was someone who was dying, I usually found myself comforting those that were on their way of passing. Most were older gentlemen who knew the touch of a woman quite well, but never the touch of a loving woman – a woman that loved them for who they were – not their money bags. It broke my heart when I felt them wanting me to be that woman for them, even if it as just a night. They never received that from me, I was just the one that comforted them before their time. My datapad beeped alerting me that my appointment had arrived. I stood and wrapped the silken robes around my slender frame, the robes gave enough to tease the imagination, but that was all. I did enjoy one part of this job, I got to wear heels whenever I wanted too, expensive heels. They echoed as I walked down the narrow corridor towards the meeting room, I could smell the aroma of the incense that the girls always lit when they were with clients. Passing one room in particular caused me to sneeze, Corsica was known for her pheromone laced incense.
I wiped my nose from the brief allergic reaction and then entered the room. An old man sat on the couch in front of the opposite love seat, he was closer to death than anyone I had ever met. His eyes lit up and I could see the youth he still desperately held on too. His hand reached out and I grasped them with both of mine. A smile crossed my face as I nodded to him, his mouth hung open for just a moment and his sorrow and joy filled my mind. He clung to my hands, not wanting to let go, but I managed to ease my hands from his grasp so I could take my place on the opposite couch. Silence lingered between us and he finally spoke.
“You're more beautiful than what I saw on the menu, I am honored Satine that you would see and old fellow like me. I don't have much, but you make me feel like a lad again.” His face creased at all the wrinkles in his face as he smiled and nodded his head. I made a glance towards my datapad which read he could only afford five minutes – which mean he was right at not having a lot. Waving my hand I returned his smile. “You can stay as long as you like.” His smile widened as he nodded. “I know who you are Satine, I know who you really are – its why I came.” I didn't answer and assumed he was just going senile, but before I could move us to another subject he chuckled. “Spencer Jacobs, the runaway padawan healer my how you've grown up...”
All I could do was sit there, stunned.