Lustly(21)

“Me either.”

We kept walking back to a part of the home I’d never been in. “Dear, all of my employees are afraid at first. It makes you human. What you need to understand is that it is in the human nature to explore our sexuality. I’m not saying that this lifestyle is for everyone, but most will admit that they come to enjoy it.”

I was thinking to myself that she must be crazy. There was no way I was going to enjoy some stranger, with a hairy back, trying to touch and kiss all over me. If some old man thought he could stick his semi erect penis inside of my vagina he had another thing coming. “Can we sit? I feel nauseous.”

She led me to an office and pulled out a chair for me. “Lily, no one forced you to come here.”

I got right to the point. “The men…are they all old and disgusting?”

She laughed. “On occasion they are, but for the most part they are well-known men that take great care of themselves.”

I covered my face with my hands. “I don’t know whether I can do this.” Imagining it in my head was becoming more difficult.

When I closed my eyes I saw whips and chains, giant anal beads, and floggers that the big hairy men want to whip me with.

She sat across from me and crossed her legs in her chair. “I think you need to know what my girls do, before you start to clam up and I’ll need to call the paramedics.”

Her joke didn’t make me smile.

“Lily, how much money do you want to make, let’s say in one week? How much do you make now?”

“After working at the diner, and then working off my attorney fees, I bring home about one-hundred and fifty a week, including tips.”

She started laughing. “What would you say if I told you that in two hours you’d make a thousand dollars cash?”

All I could see were dollar signs. I wouldn’t have to sneak around every day and make up excuses for being exhausted. “Two hours?”

I’d have twenty-two more hours to be a mom.

She nodded. “I have several mothers that have only one client. They work a couple hours a week, meet at the same place, and walk away with all of the money they need.”

“So I wouldn’t have to sleep with a ton of random people? I could just have one client?”

“If that’s all you wanted. Of course, if you needed more money there are always new clients, or one-time travelers that require company.”

In a matter of minutes I’d turned around and changed my mind again. “A thousand dollars?” Yes, I needed her to say it again.

She laughed, as if my comment was funny. “Yes. I charge fifteen hundred for the first two hours and a thousand per hour after that. If they want an over-night, the fee is five-grand. In your situation I realize that over-nights will be difficult.”

“Do I get to pick my client? I’m sorry I’m not trying to be annoying. It’s just that I need to be able to know I can go through with it.”

“Before I let you work for me you’ll have to go through two training sessions.”

“Training?” I giggled. “Seriously?” Was she going to teach me how to suck a dick or squirt? I didn’t understand at all.

“Yes, seriously. My girls need to know what they’re doing. They need to know how to control their emotions and do their job.”

My hands felt sweaty and I rubbed them over my pants. “What is the training?”

“It involves two specific sexual encounters. Penetration is not required, so don’t go worrying about the amount of partners you’ll be with. I need to make sure you can handle being with a stranger, and letting yourself open up to suggestion.”

I still felt like she was insane. There was no way I could be like that with someone I didn’t know.

“Lily, I can promise you that if you decide that you can’t go through with it there will be no hard feelings. You can walk away and go right back to the diner making one-hundred and fifty dollars a week.”

She’d said that on purpose to reiterate that I didn’t have shit.

It was a loaded statement. She was reminding me how shitty my life was, and that if I did this, and went through with it, I’d be able to provide for my children. “The clients. Are they clean?”

“Yes.” She leaned forward placing her hands against the desk as she reached down and pulled out a piece of paper. “This is a physical form. I require both my clients and my employees to have all of their blood-work run monthly. I have an associate that will meet you and draw your blood at your convenience. Some like to do it when they pick up their paychecks.”

“Paychecks? What does the paystub say?” I was freaking out. Did it say ‘sex for hire’, or ‘Cybil’s Whore Service’, maybe ‘Granddaddy’s Slut Factory’?

“I told you before that I’ve purchased real estate as well as started legit businesses. Your paystub will be from one of those. I own three laundry mats, two massage parlors, and two salons. I also own a hotel located downtown, where most of our business takes place. Surely we can pick one of those to keep you safe.”

“And you’ve never been caught?”

She was like Wonder Woman, without the costume and lasso.

“Let’s just say that half of the police department, as well as some federal officials have me on their speed dial. I even have two officers that work for me part-time for extra cash during the holidays. Dear, we all have bills. There were prostitutes in the bible. This isn’t anything new. People like to look down on what I do, but I’m looking back at them wealthier than they’ll ever be. At the end of the day this is your choice. I don’t usually invite girls to my home like I did you. There is no need for me to recruit, not when most come willing.”