laughs. “It’s a little Superhero humour.”
“Okaaay,” I agree, albeit hesitantly.
Placing a stack of papers on the desktop, Greta goes through the paperwork that needs attention. “First, I need you to sign this non-disclosure form. I’ll need your banking info, and here’s your security pass. Your call ID will be…uh…let me see, I have it right here,” she says, opening a file that’s obviously mine. “Aha. Yes. Ha. How did I forget? You’re lucky 69.”
“69.” I repeat, confused.
“Yes. Don’t worry. The 69 is for the administration side of things. All the girls choose their handle but we add a number behind it, which is how we distinguish you all.”
“Right, like my handle is Destiny21, but the clients only know me as Destiny. The 21 is simply for the computer system to connect our regular callers as that’s our line number and employee number. You’ll need to think of a sexy handle too. Better have it soon because I’m hoping to have you taking a call later this week.
“Okay. Right. Makes sense. A sexy handle. Got it.” I feel my heart pounding in my chest; I really don’t know if I’m going to be able to do this.
“Come on, I’ll show you where the magic happens,” Destiny says, pulling my arm. “Just breathe, you’ll be fine. See ya, Greta,” she winks again as we make our way past the desk to an adjacent hallway.
“Have fun, honey. Go with it,” Greta calls, and I turn, offering a small wave.
“When she’s not here, you’ll check yourself in with the IT system in the call rooms. I’ll show you that tonight too. It’s easy and you’ll need to do it when you clock in and then when you clock out.”
“Okay. I brought a notebook, I’ll write this all down so I don’t forget.”
“Perfect. That’s what we all did, made a little cheat sheet. You’ll find you won’t need it for too long, this job really is simple once you get over the humps.”
“I sure hope so,” I mumble, as we enter a hallway filled with closed doors.
“How many girls work here in total, and on shift?” I ask, a bit reluctantly. I’ve read statistics, watched documentaries. I know most sex trade employers are not exactly exemplary. I know working in the sex trade industry can be a risk. I’d like to make sure I’m not getting myself into a situation I might soon regret. Luckily, from what I’ve seen and heard so far, I’m not too uncomfortable, no red flags have gone up yet. I know without a doubt that Erica would never suggest this job for me if it were one of the bad places.
“There are about twenty-five of us girls in total. All over twenty-one, so no need to worry about anyone being underage. The Conrads own and run one of the best agencies; they make sure everything is legal and go above and beyond to make sure that we are all well taken care of,” Destiny assures me before stopping midway down the hall.
“Here’s where the magic happens.” She gestures at the doors lining the hallway. “These are our call suites. There are twelve girls working at all times. Shifts can be anywhere from four- to six-hours long. If you’re busy, you’ll find the time flies. If not, you can do homework or whatever and wait. The goal is to be busy. Get some regulars and make bank. Otherwise, you get minimum wage and clock out after four hours. So, really, this job is what you make it,” she says, stopping in front of a door labeled Sweet 44.
“Ha! Nice pun. Like, Suite 44. Clever,” I laugh.
“Oh, you get it? Most girls take a bit longer. Look at you, 69!” she says, opening the door and ushering me in.
Once inside, my nerves reach a whole new level.
Chapter 10
Ellie
“W ow, it looks like a mini hotel room in here,” I say, in awe of what I see inside Sweet 44.
“Well, yeah…you can’t expect a girl to get guys off while sitting behind a stuffy desk, now, can ya? Although, I find I tend to sit at the desk most of the time anyway. Weird, eh? Anyway, Mrs. Conrad figures we
“Okaaay,” I agree, albeit hesitantly.
Placing a stack of papers on the desktop, Greta goes through the paperwork that needs attention. “First, I need you to sign this non-disclosure form. I’ll need your banking info, and here’s your security pass. Your call ID will be…uh…let me see, I have it right here,” she says, opening a file that’s obviously mine. “Aha. Yes. Ha. How did I forget? You’re lucky 69.”
“69.” I repeat, confused.
“Yes. Don’t worry. The 69 is for the administration side of things. All the girls choose their handle but we add a number behind it, which is how we distinguish you all.”
“Right, like my handle is Destiny21, but the clients only know me as Destiny. The 21 is simply for the computer system to connect our regular callers as that’s our line number and employee number. You’ll need to think of a sexy handle too. Better have it soon because I’m hoping to have you taking a call later this week.
“Okay. Right. Makes sense. A sexy handle. Got it.” I feel my heart pounding in my chest; I really don’t know if I’m going to be able to do this.
“Come on, I’ll show you where the magic happens,” Destiny says, pulling my arm. “Just breathe, you’ll be fine. See ya, Greta,” she winks again as we make our way past the desk to an adjacent hallway.
“Have fun, honey. Go with it,” Greta calls, and I turn, offering a small wave.
“When she’s not here, you’ll check yourself in with the IT system in the call rooms. I’ll show you that tonight too. It’s easy and you’ll need to do it when you clock in and then when you clock out.”
“Okay. I brought a notebook, I’ll write this all down so I don’t forget.”
“Perfect. That’s what we all did, made a little cheat sheet. You’ll find you won’t need it for too long, this job really is simple once you get over the humps.”
“I sure hope so,” I mumble, as we enter a hallway filled with closed doors.
“How many girls work here in total, and on shift?” I ask, a bit reluctantly. I’ve read statistics, watched documentaries. I know most sex trade employers are not exactly exemplary. I know working in the sex trade industry can be a risk. I’d like to make sure I’m not getting myself into a situation I might soon regret. Luckily, from what I’ve seen and heard so far, I’m not too uncomfortable, no red flags have gone up yet. I know without a doubt that Erica would never suggest this job for me if it were one of the bad places.
“There are about twenty-five of us girls in total. All over twenty-one, so no need to worry about anyone being underage. The Conrads own and run one of the best agencies; they make sure everything is legal and go above and beyond to make sure that we are all well taken care of,” Destiny assures me before stopping midway down the hall.
“Here’s where the magic happens.” She gestures at the doors lining the hallway. “These are our call suites. There are twelve girls working at all times. Shifts can be anywhere from four- to six-hours long. If you’re busy, you’ll find the time flies. If not, you can do homework or whatever and wait. The goal is to be busy. Get some regulars and make bank. Otherwise, you get minimum wage and clock out after four hours. So, really, this job is what you make it,” she says, stopping in front of a door labeled Sweet 44.
“Ha! Nice pun. Like, Suite 44. Clever,” I laugh.
“Oh, you get it? Most girls take a bit longer. Look at you, 69!” she says, opening the door and ushering me in.
Once inside, my nerves reach a whole new level.
Chapter 10
Ellie
“W ow, it looks like a mini hotel room in here,” I say, in awe of what I see inside Sweet 44.
“Well, yeah…you can’t expect a girl to get guys off while sitting behind a stuffy desk, now, can ya? Although, I find I tend to sit at the desk most of the time anyway. Weird, eh? Anyway, Mrs. Conrad figures we
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