Hmm.
Interested.
If he’s interested in who else manages to knock Josh off his feet as part of his job, the answer to that is nobody. Not that I know of. Not that Iwouldknow of it, to be fair, since Josh is the master of keeping things under wraps.
Which makes me curious myself…
“Do you actually have other celebrities on your client list?” I ask.
“What?”
“I’m curious, too. You’ve been in the business a lot longer than me, do you have a whole list of celebs that fill your calendar, or just Heath?”
“What is this, trading cards?” he asks. “You tell me. Do you have any celebrities on your calendar?”
“No. Not besides Heath.”
Heath holds up his beer. “I am the one and only.”
“Go on,” I say to Josh. “Tell us. You’re only fuelling the curiosity.”
Josh lies back down and folds his arms behind his head.
“Like I said, my lips are sealed. Always.”
“You haven’t had enough beer yet,” Heath laughs. “I’ll ask you again when your lips are looser.”
“You can try.”
“So will I,” I chirp in. “I’ll try, too.”
“Bring it on.” I love Josh’s sharp confidence. “My lips may get loose, but my mouth never spills.”
His respect for his clients’ secrecy is admirable, because I know he won’t be blabbing. No matter how hard we push him.
Since I started at the Agency, I’ve spent a fair amount of time contemplating how complicated things can get when it comes to clients. The commonly knownmorning after syndrome– where reality becomes blurred and entertainers get caught up in the proposals so bad that they don’t want to leave – is a real thing. It screws some people up, and so do some of the other aspects.
Relationships, with people outside of the business. A lot of people can’t handle being in love with a whore and waving them off to a nighttime gig with asee you later. Hence, a lot of entertainers end up with other entertainers, and even that has its challenges – a lot of which are the same. Jealousy. Fear. Insecurity. Knowing your partner is out fucking other people at the same time you are, or when you’re not. When you’re holed up watching TV in your PJs and they’re getting it on with three people at once.
I’ve thought and talked about the dynamics of being anentertainerever since I became one, but as for the dynamic for clients. What it means to be a client… the challenges associated with that… I’ve never really given it that much thought.
Now that’sinteresting.
Heath has two paid entertainers sharing his private villa right now, one of which he’s known and shared a sex life with for years – albeit a paid one. He adores Josh, that much is clear, and there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s getting pretty fond of me, too. So, how does that work for him?
He said he missed us. Enough that he was browsing our online profiles and checking out ourservices. Was he doing that because he was in a drought? Does he fuck us around fucking other people? Does he fuck other people at all? I know he’s not in a relationship, but still. It could still be casual.
Maybe he fucks other whores around our calendar bookings. Maybe he fucks other entertainers. People we know.
The thought of that hits me in the gut, unexpectedly. Bizarre. Because who cares if he does? He could be fucking five other entertainers a week, and why would it matter? Does it matter? It shouldn’t. Not to me.
“What are you thinking, Ells?” Josh asks.
“Sorry, what?”
He mimics the lip thing I do when I’m chewing over thoughts.
“Oh, um. Nothing.”
