Gosia had been working for Irek before Beata came. She wanted to return to Lodz, be with her children, work for herself and pay off the loan that she and her husband had taken out, before their company had gone bankrupt. She had quietly got packed and went to the railway station. She bought a ticket and was waiting for a train when she saw Irek next to her. She froze in fear but he spoke surprisingly calmly:
Come Gosia, come, I knew Id find you here
He then took her to the forest, took a small mole for a cage and said:
You know what this is?
She didnt reply, so he told her:
This a mole, an animal that never goes backwards. Its always going forward. If you want, it can take a trip through your inside. All I have to do is stick it up your fucking ass.
He put the mole back in the cage. He pushed Gosia into his car and drove her to Grzybowska. She didnt try to ever escape again. He got rid of her himself some time afterwards because she was always crying in front of clients.
In the mirrors around the room at bed height, Beata saw the reflection of her boss right foot in a brown leather shoe and remembered what one of her clients, an internal security operative, had said, that Ireks limp was not a result of a road accident, as he used to say, but a gunshot wound. His past was not completely clear. Ireks threats worried her but she felt that by showing fear, she could only worsen her situation, so she replied, copying his cold tone:
There are ways to get to anybody, she wanted that to sound ambiguous, an innocent threat. She was probably successful because Irek began to wonder if she was nave or sure of herself. If it was the second, than he had to know, why she was.
If you have problems or need money, tell me, Ill lend it to you he changed his tone to a friendly one.
Thank you, no problems.
Irek decided to back down this time. He said only that he would finish the discussion at a different time, this was the wrong one, since she was waiting for a client. Upon return to the living room, he demanded the note book.
Rafal appeared from the kitchen with a large note book, in a hard blue cover. Irek took a look through it, page after page, comparing it with his own notebook. He wrinkled his brow and looked at Beata.
You havent been sending signals.
She should have been not only noting arrivals and departures in the note book but also informing her boss by cell phone, like all ht e girls.
And youre giving a bad example to the other girls. Remember! he shook his finger at her, Remember Im like God, I see and know everything.
One of those bitches, had been ratting on me, though Beata, probably Monia, couldnt be Dominika.
Dominika was her friend, but Beata knew that in this business, it was difficult to have real friends. She found it impossible to believe that it could have been Dominika, so she stated angrily at Monia.
Or perhaps, like in all agencies, there is a camera here she thought.
For now she said to Irek the same that Monia and Dominika had. She believed that working together they could achieve something but they were scared and silent.
Give me a work phone and Ill signal you all you want. You can forget about me phoning from my own.
Youll be in trouble, youll see. Well talk about this again. And now is the hour of truth, my dears.
They all went silent. Even though they knew the results of Ireks ranking, his announcements always caused tension.
Beata, one hundred and fifteen hours. Youre the best again, though things have been better.
She shrugged her shoulders with a grace that did not fit the place or the situation. The other two girls looked jealously at her, especially Monia, who couldnt hide her envy, because she was the record holder before Beata appeared. When they stood together, it was difficult to guess why men preffered Beata, perhaps because she was new? Monia was beautiful in a feminine way. As tall but not as slim as Beata, with thick blue-back hair, green eyes and light skin. And she lost with Beata? Was it only because she was longer here and clients had grown tired of her.
Monia, seventy four Irek read out and shook his head as if he was awaiting better results. Dominka, fourty eight. Getting worse all the time. Whats happening with you?
What am I supposed to do? Were here as before Monia explained plaintively, The market is worse.
You know the market, you arent bringing the clients in Irek told them You have to speak to them with a sexy voice, not like waitresses to the homeless at a station bar.
Ok, well moan in the background, when a client calls one of us.
Dominika, immediately, gave off a sound of ecstasy. Monia and Beata joined her and the flat was full of the sounds of three orgasm.
Thats enough, youll bring the neighbours in, not clients Irek smiled and cut them off with a motion of his hands like a composer.
We can write an ad: Virgins all night longs or The sixth hour for free, then well have real crowds, Dominika continued joking.
Yeah, yeah, and what about tips?! Youre cheating me and I dont like that.
We dont get any they replied in chorus and Monia added:
Our clients are very stingy. Theyll give underwear or perfume from time to time. Do you want our knickers?
Irek always tried to take part of their extra earnings from them but was rarely successful. He checked on them secretly, sending his friends, who would give tips and they usually kept them entirely for themselves. Irek proved their lies in this way and would punish them financially, and make them work their punishments off. He usually sent these clients to Beata. One of them wanted her for the night. She replied: Fine, but well stay her. She would only leave the agency for trusted clients, the regulars or ones sent by them.
Dont worry, I wont tell Irek anything he revealed himself, give her a large tip in the morning. He would come to her often, sometimes twice a day and he finally told her that he had fallen in love with her, warning her: Run away from her quickly. Irek is insane, a psycho. He wont let you leave. Beata didnt treat this seriously, even though she had though about leaving Irek, for quite some time now. She put off her decision from week to week, because she needed the money and a change of agency didnt guarantee an improvement .
Come Gosia, come, I knew Id find you here
He then took her to the forest, took a small mole for a cage and said:
You know what this is?
She didnt reply, so he told her:
This a mole, an animal that never goes backwards. Its always going forward. If you want, it can take a trip through your inside. All I have to do is stick it up your fucking ass.
He put the mole back in the cage. He pushed Gosia into his car and drove her to Grzybowska. She didnt try to ever escape again. He got rid of her himself some time afterwards because she was always crying in front of clients.
In the mirrors around the room at bed height, Beata saw the reflection of her boss right foot in a brown leather shoe and remembered what one of her clients, an internal security operative, had said, that Ireks limp was not a result of a road accident, as he used to say, but a gunshot wound. His past was not completely clear. Ireks threats worried her but she felt that by showing fear, she could only worsen her situation, so she replied, copying his cold tone:
There are ways to get to anybody, she wanted that to sound ambiguous, an innocent threat. She was probably successful because Irek began to wonder if she was nave or sure of herself. If it was the second, than he had to know, why she was.
If you have problems or need money, tell me, Ill lend it to you he changed his tone to a friendly one.
Thank you, no problems.
Irek decided to back down this time. He said only that he would finish the discussion at a different time, this was the wrong one, since she was waiting for a client. Upon return to the living room, he demanded the note book.
Rafal appeared from the kitchen with a large note book, in a hard blue cover. Irek took a look through it, page after page, comparing it with his own notebook. He wrinkled his brow and looked at Beata.
You havent been sending signals.
She should have been not only noting arrivals and departures in the note book but also informing her boss by cell phone, like all ht e girls.
And youre giving a bad example to the other girls. Remember! he shook his finger at her, Remember Im like God, I see and know everything.
One of those bitches, had been ratting on me, though Beata, probably Monia, couldnt be Dominika.
Dominika was her friend, but Beata knew that in this business, it was difficult to have real friends. She found it impossible to believe that it could have been Dominika, so she stated angrily at Monia.
Or perhaps, like in all agencies, there is a camera here she thought.
For now she said to Irek the same that Monia and Dominika had. She believed that working together they could achieve something but they were scared and silent.
Give me a work phone and Ill signal you all you want. You can forget about me phoning from my own.
Youll be in trouble, youll see. Well talk about this again. And now is the hour of truth, my dears.
They all went silent. Even though they knew the results of Ireks ranking, his announcements always caused tension.
Beata, one hundred and fifteen hours. Youre the best again, though things have been better.
She shrugged her shoulders with a grace that did not fit the place or the situation. The other two girls looked jealously at her, especially Monia, who couldnt hide her envy, because she was the record holder before Beata appeared. When they stood together, it was difficult to guess why men preffered Beata, perhaps because she was new? Monia was beautiful in a feminine way. As tall but not as slim as Beata, with thick blue-back hair, green eyes and light skin. And she lost with Beata? Was it only because she was longer here and clients had grown tired of her.
Monia, seventy four Irek read out and shook his head as if he was awaiting better results. Dominka, fourty eight. Getting worse all the time. Whats happening with you?
What am I supposed to do? Were here as before Monia explained plaintively, The market is worse.
You know the market, you arent bringing the clients in Irek told them You have to speak to them with a sexy voice, not like waitresses to the homeless at a station bar.
Ok, well moan in the background, when a client calls one of us.
Dominika, immediately, gave off a sound of ecstasy. Monia and Beata joined her and the flat was full of the sounds of three orgasm.
Thats enough, youll bring the neighbours in, not clients Irek smiled and cut them off with a motion of his hands like a composer.
We can write an ad: Virgins all night longs or The sixth hour for free, then well have real crowds, Dominika continued joking.
Yeah, yeah, and what about tips?! Youre cheating me and I dont like that.
We dont get any they replied in chorus and Monia added:
Our clients are very stingy. Theyll give underwear or perfume from time to time. Do you want our knickers?
Irek always tried to take part of their extra earnings from them but was rarely successful. He checked on them secretly, sending his friends, who would give tips and they usually kept them entirely for themselves. Irek proved their lies in this way and would punish them financially, and make them work their punishments off. He usually sent these clients to Beata. One of them wanted her for the night. She replied: Fine, but well stay her. She would only leave the agency for trusted clients, the regulars or ones sent by them.
Dont worry, I wont tell Irek anything he revealed himself, give her a large tip in the morning. He would come to her often, sometimes twice a day and he finally told her that he had fallen in love with her, warning her: Run away from her quickly. Irek is insane, a psycho. He wont let you leave. Beata didnt treat this seriously, even though she had though about leaving Irek, for quite some time now. She put off her decision from week to week, because she needed the money and a change of agency didnt guarantee an improvement .