My name is Emily. I've just graduated college with a nursing degree at twenty-two years of age. I truly thought I was going to have to drop out after my second year. This is the story of how I got through those last two years.
It started at the end of my second year with a call at 2:00am from my mom. She told me that Dad had had a heart attack. He was alive, but in bad shape. After the semester ended, Mom said she had good news and bad news. The good news was that Dad was going to recover. She broke the bad news to me. Their savings were being drained by Dad's treatment. They would not be able to afford to keep paying for my school. I understood the situation but hoped I could make the money on my own and also would try to get need based scholarships.
I had already secured a summer job at a resort hotel working as a waitress and maid. I quickly applied for several scholarships and grants with the hopes of keeping me at my school.
The money I made from the resort was okay but nowhere near what I would need to stay in school. I made friends with the head hostess. Her name was Lisa; she was in her mid-thirties. She suggested that I flirt more to get better tips. Many of the guests were there on business and liked to flirt with the girls. She was right, especially the middle-aged guys. I'm petite, 5' 1" with natural red hair. I had just turned twenty-one but most thought I looked sixteen.
The bad news about the scholarships and grants came all at once. I had been denied without explanation. Lisa happened by my room after I received the news. I tried to hide that I had been crying but broke down when she had me tell her what was wrong. She comforted me for a while and then told me not to work my shift that night. I cried most of the night. I didn't call my parents deciding that they had their own troubles.
The next morning Lisa showed up at my room. We talked for a while about my troubles and how to solve them. Lisa then looked at me strangely, "How badly do you need the money?"
I wiped the tears from my eyes. "I would do anything. Work triple shifts. Whatever it takes to make the money."
"I might have a way for you to make the money you need. You may not be willing to do it," Lisa said looking at me cautiously.
"Lisa, I will do anything - scrub toilets, carry the trash, whatever."
"It's not that. Remember when I told you to flirt more and you would make better tips." I nodded. "What I'm suggesting is along those same lines but a little more. You cannot breathe a word of what I'm about to tell you to anyone. You got that?" Again, I nodded. "Many of the guests are business men who will pay for some flirting and some extras. Do you get my drift?"
"Are you suggesting that I be a hooker?" I said in disbelief.
"Honey, I'm suggesting you use what God gave you to get you the money you need. I'm not talking about walking the street. It was easy for you to flash that smile and bend over at the appropriate time to get those men to give you an extra twenty. I'm just suggesting you play on their fantasy for the money you deserve. You're not a virgin, are you?"
"No, I've had two boyfriends that I've done it with. But this is different; I don't think I could do what you're talking about."
"The offer is there, you think it over. I will see you at your shift later this afternoon." Lisa said hugging me.
After Lisa left, I got to thinking about all that she said. My initial reaction was, 'Hell no, I can't do it.' But she was right. I would talk in my sweet little girl voice and bend over to let the middle-aged guys see my cleavage. I knew what I was doing; I was giving them a taste for money. My common sense was being overridden by my desperation. I kept looking at my rejection letters, getting madder and more desperate. I didn't know what to do but Lisa's way was looking more and more like my only way.
During my shift, I was extra flirty. I unbuttoned an extra button on my uniform blouse and was very touchy. The guys responded with bigger tips. On my break, I counted the money. I was doing good, but it was still a drop of what I needed.
Lisa walked in seeing me counting my money. "You're doing good today."
There was an awkward silence in the room till I spoke up, "Okay, how would it work?"
Lisa took a deep breath looking around to see that no one was around. "If you're sure, I will give you a room number and you will take a tray to that room, and announce room service. They will have already paid their service fee of $150 to me. What you charge is up to you. I would suggest $500 for an hour and more for longer. What you do is up to you. If you have problems, you just call me. But these are business men who don't want any attention on what they are doing. I have a supply of condoms that are a must. With your cute little girl looks, you can make a killing."
"Alright, I will try this. When do you want to start?" I asked with a little tremble in my voice.
"No time like the present, I have a nice guy who will be perfect for your first time. Your shift ends at 9:00 so about 8:45 get cleaned up and see me right when you clock out. I will give you an order to take to his room. I'm going to tell him this is your first time, so he will understand if you're a little nervous."
"Oh shit, I don't know if I can this, Lisa. That's too fast."
Lisa looked at me sternly. "If you want to back out, now is the time. After I make the call, we are not going back."
I thought of my situation and decided I had no choice. "No no, I can do this, I'm just nervous. What should I wear?"
"If you have some lacy bras and panties, go put them on at your next break. Once you leave stop off and put on some red lipstick. With your red hair and complexion, you will be irresistible."
On my 7:00 break I went to my room. Fishing through my stuff, I found a black pantie and bra set. I put the bra and pantie set on, looking at myself in mirror. I thought I looked pretty sexy. I found some white stockings that reached just above my knee. I decided I would put those on when I put my lipstick on.
My nerves set in as the clock inched closer to nine. About 8:45, Lisa taped me on the shoulder. "Are you ready?"
I gulped, "I think so. Let me go wash up first."
When I came out, Lisa made a production of sending me off to a room service call. I thought it was a little excessive, but I now understood the other times it happened right at shift end with the other girls. She gave me the tray and the room number. It was Bob in room 212. Lisa said that she had already negotiated $600 for an hour for me. Bob had been told that it was my first time so he was paying extra above the normal rate.
Lisa handed me a fruit plate and the bill. The more legit, the less suspicion. "Use the bathroom on the second floor to put your lipstick on. Just relax, it will all be fine."
I would normally take the stairs to just the second floor, but my legs were too wobbly. The elevator was better anyway as the bathroom was just as you got off. I slipped into the bathroom to put on my lipstick and stockings. I knew was past the point of no return, so I just tried to calm my nerves.
I tentatively knocked on the door of room 212, announcing, "Room service."
A casually dressed man that appeared in his late 30's or early 40's appeared at the door. I quickly noticed the wedding ring on his finger as he let me in the room.
"Emily?" He asked.
I gulped again putting the tray on the table as he locked the door behind me. "Yes, Lisa sent me."
Bob looked up and down, checking me out. "Oh my God. Lisa said you were cute, but you're amazing. I'm sorry. That was rude, but you are gorgeous. You waited on a group of us at the restaurant and we all talked about how hot you were."
Blushing, I said, "I remember you, you all gave me a big tip. Thank you."
"Let's get the formalities out of the way. Let me have the room service ticket. I will sign it and give you a nice formal tip that my business will pay for." Bob then counted out six one hundred-dollar bills laying them on the tray.
I just stood there, looking lost. I finally spoke up, "I'm sorry, I'm just a little nervous not sure what to do next."
