Creeping Train

Sasha, staring at her overnight oats. Cold. Bittersweet. Then Ralph called her. She let it go.

Went to the gym. Mechanical shift. Free squats for the guys there. Stolen glances of booty.

Ralph called her again. Let it go. She got a smoothie. Mango goji berry.

She was cleaning her purse when she found the card.

Perrigreen Gold. Premium Escorts.

Perrigreen gold was an escort company. She preferred freelance work. No boss. No grubby fingers wanting a cut. She wondered if the number was actually blonde ‘Marta’s’ number or reception.

Sasha messaged, “I am looking for full day service.”

On the train. Evening creeping.

Sasha didn’t think about Nadia much. Nice girl. Not sure of herself. No conviction.

Nadia. A distance memory. Not until she saw red hair and an ass quite not like another. Sasha approached her. She turned. It wasn’t Nadia, but she was beautiful.

She looked at Sasha and smiled, “Hello? Can I help you?”

The woman had great bone structure. Nordic. Long red hair. Amber eyes. Busty, thin waist, big ass – wrapped in a form fitting turtle-neck cotton dress. Grey-brown.

“Um… no… Sorry I thought you were someone else…” Sasha said.

She felt a sense of unease. Her smile was unsettling.

“Someone else? Hmm… Maybe…” She said.

Sasha didn’t respond and nodded. Leaving for her stop. The redhead – hunting Sasha with her eyes. Locked until she left the platform.

She was halfway home. Street lamps. Shops. Lived central.

BUZZ... A message back from Perrigreen Escorts...

"Yes... I am available tomorrow. My day rate is $2000."

She bumped into someone. Knocked down. Her phone fell and broke. Smashing the screen.

“Watch where you are going… Ralph?” she said looking up. He looked ghostly dark under the street lamp. Like an eclipse.

He offered her a hand to lift her up. She didn’t take it. Got up. Her phone smashed. Fuck…

“Are you okay Sasha?” He said, “I wanted to get in contact with you… It’s terrible…” he trembled.

He didn’t wait for her answer. Just moved onto his terrible news.

“It’s my wife… She’s pregnant with the other guy's baby… What did I do to deserve this?” he said.

Sasha stepped back, brushing off the dust from her butt.

“It’s her life dude… She can do whatever she wants…”

“No… She was supposed to be my soulmate…”

Sasha sighed. She didn’t have the time nor empathy for this man. Wait. How did he know she was here?

“Ralph. How did you know I was here?”

He kept talking about his woes. Learned helpless bitch. Sasha snapped her fingers in his face. Her accent deepened. Thicker.

“Ralph!”

He snapped out of it.

“Are you following me?”

He looked at the ground. Sheepish.

“N-No I wouldn’t…” he said. Sasha pushed him against the wall. By the collar.

“I’m not your fucking friend… Stay away from me,” Sasha seethed.

His eyes wide. Nodding.

What a fucking creeper.

She left in a rush. No looking back. Paranoid. An itch on the back of her back. Ralph was being weird. And that woman. What was her deal? She stopped in her tracks.

The Volkov…