"Let me see your body."
He said it so plainly I could only react with a, "What?" even though I had clearly heard him.
"Do you want to work or not?"
Work. Yes. I want to work.
This is what it required.
I knew another second of patience would not be allocated. I stood and began to remove my clothing. I had on a cheap cotton dress making the task reasonably simple.
He pointed to my panties. Made a downward gesture. I shimmied them towards my knees.
He took me in. Again so plainly. Clinical.
I turned. He lingered. I waited.
"Alright. You can start tonite."
He began running off rules and regulations in a monotone blur.
I felt flush. But it wasn't embarrassment.
It was arousal.
I said, "Thank you."
My formality surprised me. The politeness in the midst of vulgarity. I was relieved for his approval.
His eyes cast downward again. Re examining.
"You're gonna need to shave that though. It's not the 70's"
I involuntary covered myself. Now I was embarrassed.
I tried to recover as I followed him into the next room.
****** you've just read an excerpt from the upcoming book Jezebel : a true story.*********
I feel the need to write the book version because I love books and I want this story not only on the screen but on pages and all the little devices too.
You can give to the film JEZEBEL by clicking here
Above Image: Self Portrait from series Pretty Little Mess exhibition Center for Sex and Culture San Francisco. 2015.