headcanon; the yacht club
Every summer, New York’s wealthy migrate to the Hamptons for a few weeks of seaside leisure, a well-deserved vacation for the Big Apple’s elite. The Hamptons’ towns and villages buzz with excitement as old and new money pour into restaurants, nightclubs and bars. Nobody is perhaps as excited as a flock of pretty young things, who ordinarily also live in the city, and follow New York’s rich and famous to the Hamptons like a lustful shadow.
They can be seen hanging around the Hamptons’ hotspots, their number one hangout being the Yacht Club – which is why they’ve become known as The Yacht Club among the locals. They’re always wearing revealing clothes, short shorts, unbuttoned shirts, tank-tops, no tops at all, speedos – while they wait to catch the eye of some wealthy ‘benefactor’ who will pick one or more and shower them in gifts, in exchange for sexual favors.
They’re not organized, word of mouth is the main recruiter here. They’d never call themselves escorts either. Some of them do it out of necessity; others do it because they like it. They can come one summer and never return; they can come here every summer for years too. Most of them never even reveal their real names. When the fat cat’s in town – the mouses come out to play.
