Prostitution is never a pretty exchange.
Here’s how it starts.
The guy, really no more than a boy, enters the Starbucks looking confused, then he spots someone and his face lights up with a smile from that the book he read last night on “Power Interviewing.”
The introductions are brief.
The kid gives him the Chapter 5 “Winning handshake”, and they sit.
The pimp is fairly low key, as far as pimps go.
Fashionably faded jeans, loafers, a shirt that could be a dress shirt if it was buttoned up with a tie. As it is, unbuttoned the top two, and the sleeves rolled up.
The working man’s pimp.
And the dance begins.
The pimp pulls out the kids resume, and begins to pick it apart.
Spying from the next table over, the kid’s resume is better than most.
Graduating with a finance degree from a decent school, interning for a CPA, then a law firm, then an insurance company, the kid is now a senior, and looking for a job.
The pimp looks it over and tisk-tisks a few times, then tears it to shit.
The critical moment in any pimp/whore relationship is right in the beginning.
The pimp has to break down the whore into nothing.
Its a brutal thing to watch.
All the kid wants is a job.
That is what the last 3 years of his life have been about.
He is doing it the way they all tell you it should be done.
The pimp knows better, he knows the steps to this dance, and he can help.
For a price.
As near as I can figure, he is a new-grad bounty hunting kind of pimp.
He gets his money by vetting grads and presenting them to the johns.
Its a new spin on an old tale. (And not a happy tale at that.)
And the new version is just as distasteful as the old one.
About 20 minutes in, the subject turns to money, and this is where the serious soul crushing begins.
The kid has read websites and done his research, he knows how much he should be gunning for in his first job.
The pimp, on the other hand, needs to break him of that, convince him that everything he read is bullshit, and deliver him to the companies ready to accept their crappy offer.
Do the math. The pimp is not doing it out of love, the company is paying him.
And where does that money come from?
Money for the kid, of course.
And, while I didn’t get enough to figure out how, the kid is paying the pimp something.
That is a tough deal to broker with a straight face.
Don’t get me wrong, I love haggling a deal, but this vile, leaves a stink.
I may need a shower after watching this, I just feel dirty.
All told, their meeting lasted 45 minutes.
The kid shook the pimp’s hand and walked out the door, smiling.
You poor bastard. God help you.