“What name do you go by out here again?”
“Dey call me Sweetness, but since we go way back, yuh can call me whateva yuh want.”
“I’ll call you Sweetness, then. And not a word to anyone about our conversation. Understand?”
The girl nods.
“Now, Sweetness, if you want to work for me, yuh have to show me what yuh can do. Prove to me why you’re the number one girl out here. Ah can’t let any an’ anybody into my camp.”
“How yuh want me to prove it to you?”
“I have an assignment for you. Yuh first.”
“So I’m hired?”
“If you do what I ask.”
“What is dat?”
“I want you to seduce a woman.”
“What?”
“Just for a night. I want you to seduce her. I’ll pay you double what yuh making now.”
The girl laughs. “Dis is a joke?” she asks.
Margot glances at the clock over the girl’s head. She has to be back at work in half an hour. “Can you do it or not?”
“Me nuh go dat way.”
“For two hundred dollars. U.S., not Jamaican.”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Is just one time. Yuh don’t have to think ’bout it aftah yuh do it.”
“Why yuh want me to do this?”
“If yuh g’wan work fah me, then don’t ask questions.”
“Okay, how ’bout t’ree hundred?”
“Don’t bargain wid me either. Take it or leave it.”
“Who is di ’ooman?”
“Is that a yes?”
The girl pauses. She pushes herself away from the table. “Yuh t’ink I need yuh dirty money dat badly? What mek yuh t’ink I’d do such a t’ing? Yuh treating me like me is some kinda hungry mongrel who’d sniff rump fi food. What kinda person yuh t’ink I am?”
“There’re not many girls like you out here. From what I hear, you is di kinkiest of dem all. Like dat story ’bout di two college students on spring break. The couple who yuh mek—”
“How yuh know ’bout dat?”
“Ah do my research before ah do interviews.”
“Suh yuh t’ink if yuh sweet-talk or blackmail me, ah g’wan jus’ agree fi yuh flimsy offer? Me is not no fool, boss lady.”
“I know. You’re a very smart girl.”
“Suh now yuh acknowledge me as smart? Yuh g’wan like yuh neva know me before.”
“Look, I’m not asking you to go to bed wid the woman. I just want you to tease a likkle an’ see if she responds.”
“Yuh trying to frame har?”
“What me tell yuh ’bout the questions?”
“She has something yuh want?”
“You’re obviously not understanding me.”
“Wid all due respec’, why yuh don’t ask some nasty woman like yuhself to do it?”
“Because I think you’d be better at it, wid all di nastiness you’ve done. Remember you’re doing a job. It’s not a reflection of who you are as a person. I’m sure yuh screw men and, according to those rumors, women too.”
“It was only di one time.”
“But yuh go home to yuh boyfriend.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Then to whoever yuh go home to.”
“I live alone.”
“Point is, you’re good at what you do because you’re able to separate yuhself from it. What I’m offering you is better than what you’re used to. After this, you’ll work for me and never have to want fah anyt’ing again.”
“When yuh want me do di t’ing?”
“As soon as tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes. Yuh have plans?”
“No. It’s jus’ . . .”
“One night. Is all I’m asking.”
“If my mother know, she’d kill me.”
Margot rolls her eyes at this. She glances at the clock again. Fifteen minutes left.
“Ah hope is not anyone from Rivah Bank. Suppose dey know me an’ my family?”
“She doesn’t.”
“But you do.”
“Why would I tell anyone? You’re working for me. This is between us. Understood?”
“Suppose di woman tell people?”
“She won’t.”
“Suppose she want to sleep wid me fah more than a night?”
“Then do it. Your pay would double. No, triple.”
“What?”
“Yuh heard me.”
“It’s asking too much of me.”
“Tell me something. How many times yuh come across six hundred dollars from yuh nightly strolls? Six hundred dollars. Tell me if something is wrong wid earning six hundred easy dollars.”
The girl shakes her head. “God wrong wid it.”
“So that’s the new thing now? Hookers who clutch dem pearls an’ dem Bible ah talk ’bout God? When since yuh tun Miss Gracie? Any other night yuh willing to bend ovah, skin up, an’ get dung pon all fours, an’ now yuh ah talk ’bout God? Yuh even go as far as have a threesome.”
“I jus’ did the man.”
“Nonsense.”
“I’m not dat way.”
“If that’s the case, then I’ll take my offer elsewhere.” Margot gets up from the table. “Thanks for your time.” She walks out the door, leaving the girl sitting there at the table.
“Wait!”
Margot slows. When she turns, she’s face-to-face with the girl, who is standing a good three inches taller than Margot in heels, her eyes brimming with determination and something else Margot tries to pinpoint.