Lustly(18)
Author: Jennifer Foor

“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.”

I sat quietly for a moment and thought about everything she’d said. While considering any other options I could take I heard something mechanical running. A few seconds passed and I heard the sound again.

“That’s one of my children. We have dinner once a week. They usually pull in the garage, and unfortunately this office is next to it.”

I stood up, not wanting to keep her from her kids. “I’ll just be going then.”

She stood with me. “Lily, don’t worry yourself too much over this. If you don’t want to do it no one will ever bother you. It’s your decision.”

I looked her right in the eyes and thought about all of the things she had. I didn’t want to be rich, but I certainly wanted to be able to provide for my kids. If I could have only one client for a couple hours out of the week it would bring in a grand. I could do a lot with four thousand bucks a month and I’d also be able to be there for every soccer game, wrestling match, or whatever my kids needed. No matter how hard it was going to be at first, I was going to try it. Just like Cybil said, it was only sex. “I’ll do it. When can we get started with the blood tests and physical?”

“You can get the physical done with your regular doctor.” She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out some more paperwork. “Give this to them and have them fax the results to the number on the back.”

I looked down at the paperwork and noticed it was a life-insurance company. “Life insurance?” Seriously, she was Wonder Woman.

“I offer my girls life-insurance as well as health. It also covers the constant blood tests.”

“You’ve thought of everything.”

“I’ve been doing this for a long time. Schedule your appointment and when I get the results I’ll call you about the two sessions.”

“Can we do them soon?”

She laughed. “I know you’re wanting out of your situation. As soon as I hear from the doctors I will contact you. Doing two sessions in one day may be difficult for you, especially if you have complications in the first.”

As afraid as I was, I knew if I stayed determined then I wouldn’t change my mind. “Okay. I’ll call the doctor as soon as I leave here.”

She reached for my hand and held it as she spoke. “I look forward to hearing from you, dear.”

I’m not going to lie and say that I didn’t cry on the way home. It was devastating to me to know that my life had come to this. After so many years of being faithful and honest to my husband, he’d destroyed me. I had to go through with this because I had to be able to provide for my kids. Sure, Charlie would be required to pay child support, but I wanted to do it on my own, without his handouts. Hopefully he and Kate would both lose their jobs and become bums on the street, panhandling for their next meals and a bottle of cheap rum. Imagining that made me smile.