A few days later, like Jenn had asked, I took the afternoon off work and met her on the street outside of our apartment building. She walked us a few blocks away, along an unusual route. Jenn stopped in front of a large house. "Here."
"Here what?"
"The house. The solution to all our problems. I bought this house!"
"That's great! But I don't follow."
"I'm going into business. And you are coming to work for me."
The house just looked like any old house. "I still don't follow."
"This house," Jenn swooped her arm dramatically, "is large, there are plenty of rooms... bedrooms, an office, and of course the sex rooms. It's going to be a sex house. We'll do private shows, host parties, shoot porno.... I will make a shitload of money just running the place, and extra money when I fuck. I already have the sexiest, craziest sluts in the city. All I need is you, to take care of the money and business aspects, and make sure I don't edge over into getting-arrested territory. I want to do everything as legitimately as possible."
"Are you serious?" Jenn had started toward the front door, and I followed. She pulled out a key and turned it in the lock.
"Totally. I already bought the place. Some of the girls are in probably in there now, getting things ready. You can live in it too. No more rent. I will pay you as much as you're already making at your other job. And the benefits package is what's going to seal the deal, trust me."
The door swung open, and we stepped into the entryway. Some coats and shoes were already clustered in the door -- some of the girls who worked for Jenn were here already. I heard some moaning and small screams from the living room.