Walking out into the parking lot, I wiped the sweat off my face as I headed to the car. Though it was spring time, the temperature seemed to be rising in Bluehaven fast. At least classes for the day were over and I could go home and relax in a nice bath. Just as I sat down in the car, my phone began to buzz.
“Hello, Simone,” said a familiar female voice.
“Hello Cherrie,” I replied.
“How are you today?” she asked, being polite.
“Good…” I responded.
“Are you free tonight?” asked Cherrie.
I bit my lip as I knew the question was coming. Money had been really tight. Ever since my parents had died it had been really difficult to hold down a steady job and do community college. A girl at college had introduced me to Cherrie who had the answers to my problems. Cherrie ran a very high class escort agency in Bluehaven. It was very hush-hush. Her clientele included some really big names ranging from big shot businessmen to high profile celebrities.
“Do you have a client for me?” I asked.
“Yes, it’s a three hour appointment,” she informed me.
“Who’s the client?” I asked.
“Well, I don’t know. The job is coming through a referral. Us, ally I would not agree to something like this, but the middle man is someone I know personally and a very old client. So I had to consider it.”
“What does this client want?” I asked.
“I was told that this particular client wants someone young, between the age of 20-25, blonde, supple breasts and willing to do anything. So, naturally, I thought of you.”
“Cherrie, I don’t know. Have you even met this client?”
“No.”
“Then how can I just go to client that even you haven’t met and vetted.”
“It pays more than what you would usually get for a full night.”
“How much more?” I asked.
“Two thousand.”
I was a bit shocked when I heard the figure. Usually most of the regulars I saw only wanted my company for a couple of hours and it wasn’t half the price of what was being offered right now. This was over double and quite enticing.
“Simone?”
“Yes, Cherrie. I’m here,” I replied.
“Well, are you interested or not?” she asked.
I silently sat in my seat, staring at the steering wheel, thinking if I should accept this offer.
“Simone, you need to answer me. Otherwise, I need to try to get a hold of one of the other girls.”
“I’m still thinking…” I replied.
“Think faster, I need an answer before I hang up on this call,” she said sounding a little annoyed.
The money was good. More than I had ever received for anything I had done.
“Simone!”
“Umm, sorry… uhh… yeah I’m free tonight,” I replied.
“Good. So…” I cut her off.
“But… I have some conditions,” I said, trying to sound a bit authoritative.
“And what are these conditions?” she asked sounding even more annoyed than before.
“No whips, no chains, no pain of any kind, no golden showers, no anal and absolutely no marks,” I said. “The last client you booked me with wanted it all and it was not pleasant.”
“Darling, in this business you cant keep conditions. The client pays you and you do what the client wants. End of story.”
“Then I’m out,” I said. I had heard the whole give the client what he wants speech before. While not every client was the same, there was an occasional one who didn’t care and pretty much took what they wanted, leaving girls like me with bad experiences. And even though Cherrie said she would get another girl, I knew she didn’t really have any options to go with. Most girls would never go out on something like this blind and she obviously didn’t have any choice but to come to me.
There was silence on the line for a few moments. Maybe my bluff didn’t work.
“Fine,” she said, sighing into the phone.
“Okay. I’ll do it then.”
“You are to go to the Hotel Marquis. At the reception, ask if they have something for you. You will be handed an envelope with further instructions. Be there by 9pm and don’t be late.”
“Fine.”
“Oh and another thing, the client has a request.”
“Which is….”
“Dress classy.”
“Don’t I always?” I said, agitated.
“Classy doesn’t always mean sexy. This client is apparently very particular and clear that you dress a bit conservative, but sexy.”
“Okay, got it.”
“Good, don’t be late,” she said before hanging up.
A little exasperated, I was glad the call had ended. Though I had nothing against Cherrie, she could be quite cold at times. She was very moody. On certain days, she would be like the best friend you never had. On others, she behaved like the ice queen.
Putting my phone back in my purse, I drove home. Fifteen minutes later, I took care of some college work before I made some dinner and left for my very secretive appointment for the night. Unfortunately, the college work kept me going through most of evening so I didn’t time to prepare dinner at all. I only had time for a sandwich and a soda.
By 7:30, I got into the tub and took a nice warm bath with some scented oils. The day at college had been a bit rough, plus the heat did not help at all. I didn’t want to meet a client smelling disgusting. After I was done, I decided not to use a lot of make and to keep things a little more simple. I never did usually use a lot of make-up, but tonight I decided that I didn’t need to go all out to impress the client either.
After make-up and hair, I picked out a lace bra with matching panties, garters, and some black nylon stockings. I decided to go with a red dress that looked conservative enough to appease the client. Putting on a pair of black 4 inch pumps, I gave myself a once over before I decided to leave.
As I headed downstairs, I almost grabbed my keys but stopped. Maybe going out dressed to the nines to an elegant hotel in a shitty Honda Civic wasn’t the best idea. I called a cab.
By 9pm, I was at the Hotel Marquis, heading toward the lobby. There was an older woman, probably mid-forties, standing behind the counter as I arrived at the desk.
“Do you have something for Simone Bradley?” I asked.
The woman looked in my direction and raised her eyebrow. She obviously knew why I was here.
“One moment please,” she said, turning and walking away.
She returned a minute later with an envelope and handed it over to me.
“Thanks,” I said and walking away from the desk.
Opening the envelope, I pulled out a key card and a note.
ROOM 704
Apart from the room number there was nothing else written on the piece of paper. Discarding the note and the envelope, I headed toward the elevator. Moments later, I stood outside Room 704 with the key card in my hand.
Taking a deep breath, I unlocked the door and let myself inside.
The room was mostly dark with just a couple of lights on. It looked as if no one was inside.
“Hello?” I called out nervously.
“Take off your dress,” said a female voice.
Still nervous, I put my purse on the table and unzipped my dress, letting it fall on the floor.
“Did you agent give you the details for tonight?” asked the female voice.
I nodded, “Yes.”
“And was it specified that you will be willing to do whatever the client asks of you, even if its unorthodox?” asked the female voice.
I nodded again. “Yes.”
A light turned on next to the couch where a woman sat with her legs crossed. She had red hair, alabaster skin, and was wearing a white silk top and a black skirt. She looked very elegant, and with the look that she was giving me, she looked like the no nonsense type. Getting up she walked over and stood right in front of me. I noticed she had piercing green eyes as she looked me up and down.
“When does my client get here?” I asked.
Folding her hands, she gave me a sheepish grin. “I am the client.”
This was definitely a first for me. Though I had been with a couple once, I had never been with a woman one on one.
Moving to a chair close by, she took a seat and crossed her legs, like a well-mannered woman would.
I stood there nervously as I didn’t know what to expect.
“Take off your bra,” she said, authoritatively.
Taking a deep breath, I began to unclasp my bra.
“Slowly,” she ordered.
I unclasped my bra and slowly slid the straps down.