My 3 part book Series "The Hooker Chronicles"

Lately I’ve kicked my writing into overload.

I’m writing a 3 part book series called, “The Hooker Chronicles”, and part 1 must be done by March.

The idea of “The Hooker Chronicles” comes from a recurring daydream that I have about an Upscale Escort Agency in the late 70’s and 80’s.

The main character of the book is a college dropout and waitress turned Madame who becomes wrapped up in the addictive world of Prostitution, fast money, and extreme decadence. And after while, her world starts to crumble with the 80’s ushering in a revolving door of Drugs, Violence, Child prostitution, AIDS, and serial killers who target prostitutes.

I’m going to push this story to the limits and shock and amaze people.

Here is a small snippet of what to expect.

Enjoy!

"The Hooker Chronicles"
By Erika
(2009)


Thank God the 70’s are almost over.

Hopefully 1980 will be much better.

I failed college yet again and had to move back home with my overly dramatic mother and father. My brother and his girlfriend are now expecting baby # 3, and they also had to move back home due to financial difficulties. So here they come with 2 small screaming banshees and another on the way, and we’re all crowded in a small 2 bedroom bungalow house, and I’m bout to loose my freaking mind.

My brother and his family are living in my parent’s basement right now, and the only great thing about having them here are the food stamps, but that hardly makes up for the fact that I hate them living here.

Just to get away from all the chaos in the house, I’ve taken more hours at the Catering Company that I work for. This Catering gig pays little to nothing but it’s an escape from my realties. It’s a huge escape as a matter of fact. Just last week we catered a luncheon for a Ferrari dealer, and this week we’re catering a Masquerade ball for an all black escort agency that’s ran by a flamboyant transvestite named Zou-Zou. When he came by the hall last Tuesday to drop off the deposit and look at the venue, he brought with him three of the most impeccably dressed black women I had ever seen.

All three of the ladies were dressed in the same cream colored Halston pant suit, pearls, and matching Fedora hats. Tall, slim, and elegant; I wonder if they were hookers, they certainly didn’t look like any hookers I’d ever seen.

For the last 6 months or so this agency has been on the front page of every newspaper in the country because one of his top girls drowned in a famous actor’s swimming pool, and now the actor’s wife is suing the agency for trespassing and emotional distress.

When they found the dead girl she was wearing a designer dress by Fiorucci and $300 shoes, so I doubt she was trespassing. Word on the streets is that the actor intentionally threw her in the deep end of the pool knowing she couldn’t swim. When word got out that she was a prostitute, all the movie studios began canceling his movie contracts, and his wife went into immediate damage control telling the tabloids that the woman went to the wrong house while going on a call and “accidentally” fell into their pool.

I could see the distress and worry in Zou-Zou’s eyes as he was talking to my Manager about the fiasco and legal troubles. Although he was worried about loosing his agency and empire that grossed over 5 Million Dollars a year in pussy sales and gifts, he seems more distraught over the death of one of his girls.

I overheard Zou Zou telling my Manager that he’ll never fully recover from her death, and that he loved her dearly, but the show still must go on.