The Oldest Profession

• Posted by Hannah Ceridwen Eluned Cavendish-Grosvenor September 3, 2016 1,045 views
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  Nikki arrived first at 'Via' in Manchester's Gay Village. She was sat on a high stool, showing off her graceful legs, in a corner of the bar, exquisitely dressed as usual in 'Chanel' with a full glass of Chardonnay. When she returned with my glass, she told me that she had just got rid of a persistent well-dressed French businesman-type, who insisted on buying her another drink and enjoying the evening with her. I replied "You lucky girl, nothing like that has ever happened to me!". She retorted (bitch) " Are you in any way surprised, dear".

   

  Within five minutes, whilst deciding where to eat, we were joined by two smarlty dressed, suited and tied English Businessmen, apparently on the same tack (was there an annual 'Screwing" convention they were all attending?).  We politely refused their kind and insistent requests to buy us a drink and join us for the evening. One then politely asked me if we were 'on the game'!

   

  I thought for a second, and then replied "Not as yet, we still obtain adequate renumeration from our present employment". Down but not out, he asked "What do you girls do for a living?" I gently but firmly replied

   

  "She is the District Recorder for Manchester, and I am the next rung up. I sit in the High Court in London, as a Judge".

   

  Game, Set and Match: off to 'Velvet' for the usual lovely meal served by the sweet boys, feeling great!