Page 4 of Their Courtesan
“Brian called it a courtesan house. Does that sound better?”
“Courtesans, hm?” Thatdidsound better. Paying for sex was tasteless. Some men who could have any woman they wanted still paid for escorts and sugar babies because it was a display of their wealth and power. Seth was too careful with his money to care about that. He still lived in the same townhouse he bought ten years ago when he originally started his practice. That was unheard of among the rich.Worth a good few mil, though.“Do they perform?”
“With their tits, yeah.”
Seth rolled his eyes, not that Zack could see it between their pairs of sunglasses. “I see. I was hoping for something… more. Like artistry.”
“Man, have you ever seen a pro? Thatisartistry!”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Come one, I’ll treat you. You obviously don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do there. We’re getting away for a day or two.” Zack chuckled. “Who knows? Maybe it will help jar that brain of yours. Get you out of this art funk. I know it will work for me.” Zack perched his chin upon his hand and watched that waitress go by again. His eyes were absolutely entranced by her ass. “I’m going to sculpt this woman right here, for instance.”
“Fine. I’ll go, but only to shut you up and to get away from this city.”
“Man, you are such a whiner.”
“Whiner? Must be easy to say when you’re putting out one piece a week.” Zack had a different name he displayed his works under, and he was quite popular. Galleries all over the world called him for this and that. Buyers stopped by his studio on a constant basis to peruse his newest wares. Zack didn’t have to make any living off his works, but he made a lot of change anyway. Then again, he sold them for less than Seth did.Things have to even out somehow.Seth wasn’t letting go of his pieces unless he was well and sure the buyer would appreciate them.
“Come off it, man. Sheesh. Maybe you should get laid while we’re there. Having a pro do you over? If that doesn’t shake you up, I don’t knowwhatwill.”
“Let me guess… you’ll pay for that too.”
“God knows you won’t.”
“I already said that I would go. Don’t make me regret it before we even get in your car.”
“Inmycar?”
“Of course.” Seth resumed drinking his beer. “Mine only has ten-thousand miles on it. You think I’m going to jeopardize that?”
Zack continued to shake his head in disbelief. “You are ridiculous. If you don’t get laid while we’re there, I’m not sure we can be friends anymore.”
“Piss off, Feldman.” It was so satisfying calling him by his last name.Simple pleasures in life.Like art. And sex. Not that Seth would ever call themsimpleout loud. The bigger deal Zack thought it was, the better. Seth had a reputation to maintain.
That reputation apparently now included the patronization of courtesans. There was something romantic about that.
