"These rooms are used for, what we call, basic entertaining. That would be a low-level worker sent here for a reward, or a paid for service. It could be someone who's provided a service to the family and has chosen to be paid by one of the girls. Usually, just simple sex, nothing too funky, probably what you're used to now." The rooms were painted white with a double bed, and a chair. Each had a window or two, colour changing lights and a small sound system near the flat screen TV on one wall opposite the bed. The TVs played a continual mix of porn, it would seem and, as I was leaving, the cute black girl on the TV was being neatly coated in sperm from two willing guys.
As we walked along the hallway towards the stairs, I heard the muffled groaning of a woman coming from one of the rooms. "That's Erica with a client." Beth said as if it was the most normal thing to encounter. I mean, I was a hooker sure, but I'd never heard someone else having sex, and I was in some kind of mafia brothel! Life was strange and I couldn't help but picture in my mind exactly what was going on in that room at that moment.
We climbed the stairs to the third floor and arrived in a much more sophisticated area. Stylish carpets were laid, and modern décor covered the walls, we entered a room which was almost as nice as the hotel I'd been in the night before. There was a king size bed, huge windows, nice bathroom, chairs, sofa and a low, padded bench. "These are the suites, VIPs use them." Beth signalled for me to sit down, and we sat in the armchairs near the window.
"So, do you like the place?" Beth asked.
"Yeah." I said. "It seems OK."
"Kellyanne said you know who owns all this?"
I nodded.
"OK, so, they have a network of brothels around the city and, in most other large cities where they have business interests. This place is not like those, we don't take just any women, and the work has better opportunities for bonuses, travel and tips. It's hard work at times and not for everyone but it pays very well."
It sounded like a sales pitch for the military, not a high end whorehouse.
"Here's the deal on offer." Beth continued. "You'd be a VIP entertainer and paid as such, through the books of the holding company, you'd be a bona fide employee and pay tax and all that. This place is open from midday to six in the morning and you agree to work a minimum of eight, ten-hour shifts per month. The pay is $3000 per month. We pay all your medical bills and give you a clothing allowance. You get collected by security from home and brought here, then driven back and of course, you have the full protection of the family. The VIP women are considered untouchable, assets of the family and looked after accordingly."
"Sounds like a good deal." I said. It really did seem like a good deal as I thought about it.
"It gets better." Beth said. "If you're good, we may offer you extra shifts, or one-off hotel visits in the city or elsewhere, even abroad. All expenses are covered as well as overtime pay. There are other benefits too that may not be obvious. If you carry on like you are, sooner or later, your neighbours will figure out what you do. Probably your friends or family too. It won't get any more interesting than it is, and you'll burn out or end up with a psycho in your apartment. Here, you'll work with experienced men and quite a few women who use the facility regularly. The other workers are all handpicked and nice, we have very few problems."
"So, what's the catch?" I asked.
Beth smiled. "You agree to stop seeing male clients outside of work. We allow female clients to be seen on a freelance basis. You pledge your loyalty to the family. You agree to the specific requirements of the VIP programme, which are, unusual, and work hard to satisfy the men and women that come here to enjoy your services."
"That's all fine but what are the specific requirements?" I asked.
"You have to agree a menu of things you offer and there are some that are mandatory." Beth explained. "Anal, gangbang, threesomes, girl on girl, vaginal penetration, double penetration, fingering, oral both ways, kissing are all mandatory and must be provided on request from a client, no discussion. Are you good with all those?"
"Urm, yeah, in theory." I said, feeling my face redden. "I've not got a huge amount of experience with some of those, but in fact I've never tried double penetration, threesomes or a gangbang but happy to try it, I guess."
"This is place of low inhibitions and we can help you in areas where you need some experience. It's normal for women to end up here without the sexual experience in the more specialised areas. I would also add that this is a place of pleasure and most of the women will feely admit to experiencing the odd orgasm at work. This can push your boundaries if you approach it in the right way."
"I've found that I enjoy the work, I do enjoy making guys cum, it gives me a sense of satisfaction to do a good job." I explained, at first feeling embarrassed talking out loud about being a hooker but realising that this job sounded a whole lot better than it had earlier and I was now keen on selling myself for the job, even though I still had no intention of actually doing it.
"The other thing to mention is that we have two tiers of clients here. There is the standard client like I mentioned earlier, and you'd treat them like any clients that you've seen before, use condoms, get them done as fast as possible but the VIPs are different. There is no time limit, and we would not want you to rush with them, also, they all submit monthly sexual health certifications to us in order to be on the VIP programme as do all the girls and that means that there are no mandatory condoms for the VIPs, you take birth control pills and if a guy wants to ejaculate in your vagina, mouth, butt, or anywhere else, then you let that happen. Not all guys want to do that, but you could expect to regularly accept that with a client."
"Oh, that seems a little odd and dangerous." I said. Guys cumming inside you, every day? That was not what I was expecting to hear.
"Actually, it's more natural, if you think about it." Beth said, sounding like she was talking about a hair product and not sex. "It's the thing that sets the VIP girls apart from the brothel girls and makes you worth the premium. It's what sets this place apart from every other establishment and why men in this organisation will cross the country to spend an hour with one of our ladies. It's what we would be paying you for. When you finish with the client, you just douche the orifice that has the sperm in it and move on to the next one. No one has ever gotten sick or caught anything. We have it well managed and safe."
As distasteful as it sounded, I figured that I could handle a little bit of sperm inside me for a decent and regular salary for far less hours than I worked right now. I couldn't help it, it was sounding more and more appealing, even though I was not happy at the thought of the random men finishing inside me and I was surprised that I was suddenly considering this as a viable option.
"So, what happens if I want to say yes?"
"Easy." Beth said. "I'll arrange an appointment with our nurse for a sexual health test and then I'll arrange a try-out for you, set up a face to face with a representative from the firm for a meeting and then we'll assess your performance for real. If it's all good, you can start immediately."
"When do I have to decide by?" I asked.
"Before I answer that let me ask you." Beth said. "Before today, was it your long-term plan to be an escort?"
"Yes, I am making decent money and I enjoy it."
"There is no commitment here, you can try it for a month and leave, so you'd be no worse off but I promise you, for money, safety, fun and opportunities, there is no better place than here to work. So do you know now, or would you like to waste a few more days before you say yes?"
I smiled at her, and she smiled too, both knowing that she was right.
"OK, you got me. I'll give it a go." I said, without really thinking about it.
"Great. That's good news." Beth said as she reached out her hand and patted my knee. "I hope you'll be happy here."
Beth asked me to wait in the suite while she went to make some appointments for me, and I had a few minutes alone to contemplate what had just happened. On the one hand, it made perfect sense to me to try this out although it was clear that my sexual boundaries would have to be shifted but, each time that had happened, it had worked out OK. On the other, this was a huge decision, the mafia were involved and, worse, without really thinking about it, I'd just said yes.
While I was waiting for Beth to return though, I went from a feeling of luck at having an actual job again, and more money for less hours, plus other obvious benefits to the sudden realisation that, during the previous two hours, I'd been tracked down, offered a job, in what was, essentially a high class brothel and, I'd as much as agreed to ditch the safety net of condoms and offer up my butt, having little experience of either. I would be in the pocket of the Mafia. Fuck! How did this happen and why had I gone along with it? I felt stupid. I also realised that no matter what I thought, I could hardly now say I'd changed my mind. Sure, Beth seemed nice now that I'd spent an hour with her, but I had no intention on getting on the wrong side of them, I mean, they knew where I lived and my real name. I was going to have to go along with it, at least for now.
