Eitan was sweating under his Armani suit. Behind his dark, Ray Ban sunglasses, his vigilant eyes roved over the fresh batch of weary travelers that the Leguardia International Terminal was spewing forth. Though his jaw was clenched and his face emotionless, the stern driver was cursing this new girl already for making him wait. He was impatient to meet her, to learn about what she was, to get started tearing her apart and reconstructing her. The people looked like a bizarre, filthy, flesh vomit that the towering steel ediface was spewing into the street and over the curb, chunky with tacky souveneirs and carry-on bags.
He held a plackard over his chest with the name Nia printed in deliberate, legible block letters. Behind him the muted engine of the Lincoln Town Car was still idling, even as cabs and other vehicles laid on their horns behind it.
Tapping out a Lucky Strike from the soft pack he carried in his breast pocket, Eitan lit up. He smoked in solemn displeasure, baking in the East Coast summer heat. This was the part of the job he detested, the pretense. The faking and pretending to keep these dumb, young, cunts floating on their cloud of irrational faith. Faith that their beauty would carry them into the life they always dreamed of, faith that America would gladly cradle them to her brass tit and nurse them on the gold that ran in the streets.
Playing the role of dutiful limo driver was never a task that Eitan coveted.
The "Acquisitions" Department had spent months softening this mark up, and from the JPEG files that they'd accumulated, her beauty would indeed fetch some gold from the streets, but her life wouldn't be anything like the pretty picture that the con team had painted in her eager, juvenile brain.
Nia was beautiful, there was no denying that. Even the pictures Eitan had seen didn't do her justice, he realized as the full figured beauty stepped through the sliding airport doors. She was delightfully curvy and had an infectious white smile that made his loins stir on sight. Even after her long flight, she looked radiant, like a music video fantasy girl come to life, walking toward him as though the cigarette strewn concrite were a runway.
Eitan thought to himself. I'll enjoy breaking this one.
"Nia? This is you?" Eitan asked, pretending not to know her on sight as she approached. "I'm here to bring you to your new home. Welcome to America."