The Psychic Prostitute and The Businessman's Amsterdam Hookup
Can you imagine the combination of a sex worker and a psychic? One business man should have thought about it a little more.
Amsterdam is renowned for its brownies and its prostitutes. It’s one of those cities that doesn’t look down on the sex trade. When Johnny went to Amsterdam he planned on trying all the local cuisine, including the sampling of women.
What he didn’t imagine was finding a prostitute that also had special abilities. Get your mind out of the gutter, you perverts! No, Johnny met a working girl who promised not only a good time but to show him his future.
Her name was Jordan, and she promised him a time he would never forget. Of course, all good things in Amsterdam come with a price. And Jordan wasn’t cheap. She promised she was worth the price.
Jordan had a special pricing plan for her dates. Like typical prostitutes, Jordan promised a sexual experience to remember, for a fee. But, if her dates took her to dinner and bought the girlfriend experience, she knocked off $200.00. Not a bad discount, thought Johnny.

Johnny accepted her offer and agreed to meet her at seven. After carefully selecting what to wear, he met Jordan outside his hotel at the little cafe’. The two took a walk and enjoyed each other's company.
They focused mostly on Johnny’s work and what brought him to Amsterdam. He was recently divorced and needed time to get his bearings before returning to the office. Johnny had a competent team of managers who could run things in his absence, so he decided to see the world as he reflected on his failed relationships.
Jordan was born in England. She was born to parents that struggled with poverty, and a father who was abusive and an alcoholic. Over the years, Jordan developed into a pretty girl, but she was different. As attractive as she was, her differences made her feel awkward. She struggled to be around people.
It was only in her twenties that she began to understand what made her different. Once she did, she learned to control her emotions and her anxieties. She began to function.
She found she had few special skills, and decided to go to work. After a few years as an exotic dancer, Jordan was approached with an intriguing offer. It was never what she imagined, but the money was good and she loved Amsterdam.
Johnny was amazed by the affluent nature of the working girl. Rapidly, he became quite smitten by her. He wondered why she stayed a working girl. She had so much more potential.
Over dinner, the two ate, drank, and made small talk. Johnny enjoyed her company and was pleased he’d taken the date night experience. She was a knockout, but would he have gotten to know her?
He was already starting to think about asking her to cancel her appointments for the rest of the week when she told him she had a surprise.
“You have to be open-minded,” she promised him.
“Open-minded,” said Johnny, wondering what she meant.
“It can scare off some men,” she smiled wickedly.
Johnny told her that he was open-minded. He reassured her that whatever she had to tell him was fine. His inner monologue, however, was screaming.
‘Please don’t have a penis! Please don't have a penis!’ he thought to himself.

“I have a special ability,” she promised.
Johnny couldn’t help but crack a wicked smile. He held her hand as she told him about her special ability, a slight stirring in his loins beginning to get more exciting.
“I can see you having a very good time tonight. But, I can also tell you your future,” she told him.
Johnny was intrigued. He asked her to explain and Jordan told him what made her awkward most of her young life was that she could see people’s futures. She told him that the more intimately acquainted she became with someone, the more accurately she could see their future.
“Check please!” he said, suddenly excited.
The two rushed back to Johnny’s hotel and he excused himself for a moment. Johnny went into the bathroom and stripped off his suit. He made sure his cologne was still right, he straightened his hair and put on a robe before reentering his suite.
“So, I’d love to see what my future holds,” he said, walking into the main room, finding it in near complete darkness.
He heard Jordan say, “You don’t have one,” before he turned to see her as the streetlight outside the hotel cast a light on her.

When the hotel staff found Johnny the next day, they found a brown-haired wig by his body. There was a note stapled to his chest. It had one word written on it.
‘Cheater’
Who was that girl?
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Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.


Comments (2)
Very well written brother.
This is very cool! I knew virtually nothing about Amsterdam (having never been outside the United States.) I was just watching videos early today about synchronicity and projecting into the future, so I was very intrigued by this.... but I didn't expect the ending. ⚡♥️⚡