It was a champagne cafe on the ground floor of the Park Avenue apartment building where she would meet her date for the evening - much like a slave auction Sadie had been selected from a photographic line up displayed on her managers i-phone.
Sadie was smartly dressed as she sat alone at a corner table and listened to the low pitched laughter offered up by the bartender, a reasonably handsome man always ready to be the playboy with Sadie and others, without invitation.
The man standing at the far left of the liquor bar looked annoyed which made Sadie wonder if he was some kind of undercover cop working the "Society Cafe" tonight when she noticed the bartender named "Charlie" serve him a glass of beer and a sizzling plate of something to eat.
Sadie with her soft and seductive feminine voice answered her cell phone "yes, thank you" and that was all she said and stood up at her table. Sadie really didn't care if they looked but she only surrenders her body for cash money and she decided to stop and tease the staring man at the left side of the bar and whisper to him "you wouldn't respect me if you knew the price" with enough passion in her voice to make him stop and pay attention.
She had left a fifty dollar bill on the table and got up and walked through the cafe doorway to the main lobby of the Park Avenue apartment building, built in 1922 it was bigger than most small town malls and her red high heels tick-clacked on the polished marble floors. Sadie also noticed the wide smiles as the men played their eyes all over her as she walked past them with her high school firm body at twenty seven years old.
In the street trade Sadie was known as a "best seller" and she had a clean medical record and no criminal record and she had been smuggled into some of the best addresses in New York City.
You can buy pussy all over New York City, from the back seat public performance of a whore in a taxi cab to the upper levels of the TRUMP tower with one of the Zesty Girls which Sadie was a member. With a great deal of sophistication and secrecy the Zesty Girls had cleverly created the most expensive brothel in the city, maybe the world.
Sadie started the whole thing as a college girl when she discovered uptown girls had more cash and a lot more fun. One of her friends "Billy" owned and operated a downtown burlesque show right off Time Square in New York City in the 1980's which was bawdy - coarse and vulgar and way before Sadie's time but she was fascinated and spellbound by the stories of boxes filled with cash and expensive dinners and world travel.
Billy had told Sadie with some remodeling she had the perfect bones to drive men sexually crazy with her honest zest for life and fun. The Zesty Girls promised lively enjoyment with enthusiasm and have been delivering their promise for almost five years.
Sadie had made the older Billy the so-called manager which meant he talked to certain people about art, never about sex.
You could not just call Billy and start enjoying the art you had to be recommended by another art lover customer and wait your turn. Billy made it clear that he was a art dealer and the art was dangerously close to smutty and sexually risque verging on indecency and very expensive.
The customer would purchase a "Art Book" album which was legal in every way which Sadie and Billy called platters. The art book album of undressed woman was very expensive and the lowest cost platter album was ten thousand dollars - cash.
The Platters were full color nude pictures of young women in racy poses and sexually charged but legal. The platter was really a crude catalog of girls that you could greet and meet and no cash would change hands. The client bought the art platter which is a legal purchase of zesty nude pictures that would ignite a falling off the bed date.
The platter was great for the imagination - it was great for business-
Billy had told the new customer "shouters are down the street" as Billy talked to the new customer code named "Uncle Harry" over the phone "if you've got the idea now you can wander up to room 4256, she'll be waiting"
Uncle Harry stood up straight at the "Society Cafe" bar and pushed back his beer and left Charlie the bartender a ten dollar tip.
Sadie had very good instincts, he wasn't a cop, he was a John.