CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
2003- New Frontiers
Three days later, Carmencita ran up to me and said she found something for me.
“And it is AMAZING!!!!” she exclaimed.
I laughed- it was a combo of relief and amusement at ‘Cita’s excitement. Having someone fix my problems for me was a refreshing change.
And it was cute to see how happy it made her to be of service.
“Okay, my friend, spill it.”
“Alright, Eula,” she started, “remember how I was telling you about how all these girls I know are getting these older guys to pay for them? Like, not prostitutes but not girlfriends?”
“Sugar babies,” I replied. “Yeah, I remember.”
She then went on to tell me about these two Dominican girls who lived in Washington Heights. They both had sponsors who were paying their rent and utilities on this 4-bedroom apartment they had on 180th Street, right by St. Nick.
“They said they each have a bedroom at the front end of the apartment. One of the spare bedrooms in the back is used as a little dungeon for some select play clients and the other room is available. You could hit them off with $600 a month and they’d be good.”
“OH MY GOD,” I screamed. I didn’t even care if anyone was listening. “Did you know I used to work at a dungeon in Midtown?”
Carmen’s eyes widened and she shook her head and started to giggle.
“Yes! Even when I was running with Doe and them, I had my little private clients on the side,” I continued. “I never let ANY of them know anything about it- I wanted them to believe I did everything with them and for them.”
“Girl, you’d be the perfect roommate, then!”
“Oh my god, Carmen,” I begged, “Could you please, please, PLEASE set this up for me? I will eternally be in your debt if you pull this off.”
She smiled and said, “Lemme go get on the pay phone line before bitches jam that shit up.”
