Stories from RhyDin & The Rings

"You wouldn't believe some of the sh*t I see day in and day out."

An innocuous enough statement that eventually spawned an idle idea. One of the other girls at work --Sassy, her name had been (not even kidding)-- had joked about the oddities of life as an escort, the strange requests taken from clients and the plethora of people they got to meet. A cross section of society that included all walks of life; the young, the old, the rich, the mostly broke, the ugly, the good looking, the successful, and the downtrodden. The only constant in the equation were the girls that serviced their needs. Sassy had gone on and on about how amusing it would be if only the world could take a glimpse at their lives and as Jen sat before the glowing screen of the secondhand laptop, she couldn't help but laugh, eyes on the red light that indicated the webcam was on and ready to go. The written medium was never her forte but she could blab like the best of them and thus the shoddily formatted vlog site was born.

call-girl-confessional.rnet.

Don't judge, .rnet was cheaper than .com, .org, and well, all the other domains. The little number 1 in the bottom right hand corner indicating she was the only one browsing the site made her ponder whether or not this was even a good idea. But Sassy had lost her little mind when Jen jokingly mentioned the site, so whether it fizzled or whether it just became a place to air her grievances and rant on camera, then so be it. At least Sassy would be happy. With a click of the mouse, the red light turned green. Show time.



June Eighteenth

"Hello interweb! Jenny Chae here and um, well, this is the first video of what I hope will become many for Call Girl Confessional. First things first, uh, the subject matter here is probably really not suitable for kids so like, view with caution and stuff. Second, yeah, this is really about call girls. Call girls, escorts, hookers, ladies of the night, whatever you wanna call us. And um, yeah!" The blonde turned a double thumbs up to the camera, glancing over her shoulder briefly before looking back to the webcam.

"So like, a long time ago, had you asked me what I wanna be when I grow up, I really doubt anywhere on my list would be anything close to this. But here I am and now I get to share these oh so wonderful experiences with you all. Um, well, sort of. You don't get to watch or anything like that. We charge for that. So instead you can listen to me ramble and um, maybe I'll bring KC on to entertain you too. But anyways! I've met some pretty interesting people in the course of this job and while my Madame wants me to make sure I don't go breaching any confidentiality agreements, I'm here to bring you the best --and worst-- of them."

"Since this is for introductions and sh*t, I may as well tell you a bit about me before we dive into the bad and good stuff. Like I said before, I'm Jenny Chae. I've been in the industry for... awhile now, and currently, I'm an escort for a Chicago based agency that is operating in Rhy'din for now. Gone are the days of standing on corners and prowling the docks looking for clients, these days they come to me. Which is pretty sweet, not gonna lie. We've got about twenty girls that I work with, but we're all pretty busy, if that tells you anything about the job."

"Speaking of girls I work with, hi Sassy! This is for you babygirl!" She blows a kiss at the camera, breaks down into a fit of giggles and then continues. "Anyways. It's probably one of the best setups a girl like me could ask for. It's super legit and I even get to work with my sister, KC. I know, I know, you'd think it was weird but we're pretty close --not like that, you pervs--, so I at least knows she's okay. She um, lives with me too but she's not around right now. But I bet she'll come stick her face in at some point. So don't worry."

"So um yeah. I'm only part time at the agency but it pays well enough that I still have time for other stuff like school and dueling. I'm not very good at it but it's a good way to blow off steam, keep in shape and um learn how to defend myself. Because unfortunately in my profession, it's sort of needed. You hear that potential clients? It's not nice to be mean!!" Jen scowls at the camera, the disapproving look lingering for only a moment or two before it breaks and she grins. "Unless you're into that of course, and paying appropriately."

Pausing a moment as her phone rings, she picks on phone up, sets it down, and picks up another. Eyeing it, she glances up at camera and gives a one moment gesture before tapping out a response message. "Hmm, sorry about that. Looks like work calls! Who knows. Maybe I'll have some fun stories for you next time! Okay, bye now!"



The camera jostles a bit and then goes black as she manages to figure out how to turn it off.

June Twenty-eighth

"Hi guys! It's me again. I got this handy like... portable camera thingie. It's super sweet and now I can take you all with me when I wanna record something while I'm out and about. No, that doesn't mean you'll get to see what we do with our clients, but maybe just maybe we can have some fun and let you uhhhhhh, I dunno. Whatever. I'll try to make it entertaining." The camera jostles as she walks before settling into a chair. Women pass in the background in various states of undress. At one point, she puts a hand up to block the camera's view of a voluptuous redhead who passes wearing nothing at all.

"So tonight, I've got some fundraiser gala off world on Earth Six that I'm going to with a client. Big spender, blah de blah de blah, so on and so forth. I haven't worked with him before but he wanted a pretty, blonde Asian and I guess that means me! Anyways, that means I gotta look goooooood. Gala is like... another word for swanky black tie affair. Or something. You know, like fancy pants dresses and suits and jewelry that costs more than I make in a year or ten. The agency I work for specializes in this sort of thing so the office keeps our lovely hair and makeup lady on hand for these very occasions. Tisha, you wanna say hi? ...No? ...Okay. Anyways, Tisha is our awesome beautifier and she's going to make sure I don't disappoint."



"Anyways. It's a pretty neat opportunity. I get to go rub elbows with some pretty important people, well important on that Earth, and best of all I get paid to be there. And I get a pedicure out of it too. Tisha, what do you think about blue polish? Red? I guess we can do red. What? Something suiting a Japanese girl, I don't even know what that means. ...That's racist." Jen pauses to stare at someone off camera, her head tilting as she listens to words not picked up by the camera's microphone. She turns a deadpanned look back toward the camera.

"I guess... Kazumi's on a long job so tonight I have to be Japanese, speaking and all. And I'm just now finding this out. Had I known that, I may have reconsidered the job. Okay, no I wouldn't because I can wave the money I'm making in KC's face all braggy braggy like. So um. For the record, I'm Korean, not Japanese, and I only know enough of the language to order food and to tell people off. Neither of which I think will be very handy tonight. Hmm. Uhhhhhhhhhhh. Do you think Rosetta Stone works in like... six hours? ...Yeah me neither. Well then! Looks like I won't be doing much talking tonight." The pout at the camera only lasts a few moments before someone off screen mentions food. That seems to be enough to have her perking up again, a candy of some sort tossed into her mouth.



"I love chocolate. I don't even care that I just screwed up my lip gloss. Tisha, can you touch me up? So um, moral of this story. It's not all seedy motels and shady johns, sometimes this job is pretty f*cking awesome even if I have to pretend I'm Japanese." She puckers her lips and promptly receives a new layer of crimson tinted gloss. Turning a look back to the camera, she winks, blows a kiss, and turns it off.

September Ninth

"So he was like.. `Can I put it.. in your armpit?` and it took every fiber of my being not to laugh right there." K.C. sat there in front of the camera and appeared to be rather oblivious to it. The voice which left her lips held a masculine tone, far different from the one she used mostly in public.

"The armpit? Seriously? This is like the third guy who asked me that.. Is there some new fetish going around that I'm not in the loop about? Really, the armpit.. It's not gross, it's just -- WHY." K.C. continued her rant while a few of the other working girls snickered in the background.

The middle Chae began to touch up her makeup. Minutes passed before the snickers and whispers coming from behind caught her attention.

"What? Did someone find another cat video?" The deep, manly tone continued.

"The camera." One of the small group piped up. "It's on." Is all she could muster before a snicker fit took over once more.