six hours; one will be spent getting ready, and the remaining will be spent with your client.”
I glanced over to the closet and the items that filled each rack. The few costumes I had were tattered from the washing machine, and I didn’t own enough hair products or makeup to spend that long getting ready.
“We supply everything,” she said, as though she were reading my mind. “Clothes, shoes, jewelry, food…condoms, so you’re always protected…and whatever else you’ll need when you’re inside here. You’re not allowed to bring anything into the mansion, or to take anything out.” She reached into the desk, and one of the TV screens flipped on. It showed me changing in the backseat of the limo. “We watch every move, so I have complete confidence in your safety.”
The note that was left for me on top of the box said I’d have privacy from the driver, but it didn’t say I’d have it from anyone else. Most people would have felt violated that a stranger had watched them undress. I was turned on.
“Are there any other rules I should know about?”
She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. “We care about you, Charlie, and the way you take care of yourself…we wouldn’t want you to jeopardize your abilities, your health, or do anything that would scar or harm your body. Besides the heart and the date, no more tattoos.” She grinned as though she were proud of her clairvoyant ways. “When making or receiving any calls or texts—for business or personal—we ask that you always use the cell phone that we provide. This is for your protection as much as it is for ours. The only other requirement is that you must never discuss the mansion or what you do here with anyone. Ever.”
It seemed harsh. But I understood.
“What if I decide I’ve had enough, and I don’t want to work here anymore?”
“You can stop working here any time you choose to…but you won’t. One of the reasons we chose you, Charlie, is because sex isn’t emotional for you. You’re going to be worshipped and cared for. You won’t want to leave. Trust me.”
I wasn’t surprised that she knew about my tattoos, despite how small they were, and how they were almost always hidden by a ring or closed fist. And she could have easily found out about Dallas or any of the other people I had slept with. But how did she know my desires…things that didn’t show on my face because I wouldn’t allow them to?
“The clients are going to be so captivated by you. They’ll lavish you with gifts and tips and bonuses, and I promise you’ll be completely safe every minute that you’re in here. I take care of my girls, Charlie, and I personally watch all the TV monitors. But I’m not here only for your protection and care; I’m here for you , to become the family you don’t have, and for you to become something of a protégée.” She stopped and leaned across the desk. “The nights that you’re here, you’ll get to leave poor Charlie and her drunk mom behind, and you’ll turn into a beautiful, desired woman for the evening.”
This stunning, powerful woman wanted to protect me? She believed in my abilities and wanted to become my family? I wasn’t sure I could trust this.
“How much would you pay me?”
She smiled. “Two thousand a week. If we like your work, that number will double.”
The Recruiter had been right. That was more than I made in a month.
I looked around the room again, at the lace and satin in her closet that would cling to my body every night, at the flickering candles that would cast their glow across my skin, at the televisions on her back wall that would show every stroke of penetration. Did I really belong here?
“When you put on that dress inside the limo, you felt powerful, didn’t you? You were seduced by its luxury, and the thought of becoming Cee.” She stopped and scanned my eyes, then my face. “When you become her , I’ll welcome her like a daughter.”
Whenever I walked through
I glanced over to the closet and the items that filled each rack. The few costumes I had were tattered from the washing machine, and I didn’t own enough hair products or makeup to spend that long getting ready.
“We supply everything,” she said, as though she were reading my mind. “Clothes, shoes, jewelry, food…condoms, so you’re always protected…and whatever else you’ll need when you’re inside here. You’re not allowed to bring anything into the mansion, or to take anything out.” She reached into the desk, and one of the TV screens flipped on. It showed me changing in the backseat of the limo. “We watch every move, so I have complete confidence in your safety.”
The note that was left for me on top of the box said I’d have privacy from the driver, but it didn’t say I’d have it from anyone else. Most people would have felt violated that a stranger had watched them undress. I was turned on.
“Are there any other rules I should know about?”
She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. “We care about you, Charlie, and the way you take care of yourself…we wouldn’t want you to jeopardize your abilities, your health, or do anything that would scar or harm your body. Besides the heart and the date, no more tattoos.” She grinned as though she were proud of her clairvoyant ways. “When making or receiving any calls or texts—for business or personal—we ask that you always use the cell phone that we provide. This is for your protection as much as it is for ours. The only other requirement is that you must never discuss the mansion or what you do here with anyone. Ever.”
It seemed harsh. But I understood.
“What if I decide I’ve had enough, and I don’t want to work here anymore?”
“You can stop working here any time you choose to…but you won’t. One of the reasons we chose you, Charlie, is because sex isn’t emotional for you. You’re going to be worshipped and cared for. You won’t want to leave. Trust me.”
I wasn’t surprised that she knew about my tattoos, despite how small they were, and how they were almost always hidden by a ring or closed fist. And she could have easily found out about Dallas or any of the other people I had slept with. But how did she know my desires…things that didn’t show on my face because I wouldn’t allow them to?
“The clients are going to be so captivated by you. They’ll lavish you with gifts and tips and bonuses, and I promise you’ll be completely safe every minute that you’re in here. I take care of my girls, Charlie, and I personally watch all the TV monitors. But I’m not here only for your protection and care; I’m here for you , to become the family you don’t have, and for you to become something of a protégée.” She stopped and leaned across the desk. “The nights that you’re here, you’ll get to leave poor Charlie and her drunk mom behind, and you’ll turn into a beautiful, desired woman for the evening.”
This stunning, powerful woman wanted to protect me? She believed in my abilities and wanted to become my family? I wasn’t sure I could trust this.
“How much would you pay me?”
She smiled. “Two thousand a week. If we like your work, that number will double.”
The Recruiter had been right. That was more than I made in a month.
I looked around the room again, at the lace and satin in her closet that would cling to my body every night, at the flickering candles that would cast their glow across my skin, at the televisions on her back wall that would show every stroke of penetration. Did I really belong here?
“When you put on that dress inside the limo, you felt powerful, didn’t you? You were seduced by its luxury, and the thought of becoming Cee.” She stopped and scanned my eyes, then my face. “When you become her , I’ll welcome her like a daughter.”
Whenever I walked through
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