soliloquy
Gypsy Rose Me
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Charlene
Age: 22
Appearance: 5'4, petite, but lithe body. Redhead by choice, not nature.
Background: Charlene has just walked into an escort service looking for a job. She has been unlucky in finding employment which would pay for her rent in Santa Barbara due to the high cost of living. She has no idea what she is in for.
Charlene walks into the escort service lobby where the front desk is all fiberglass and lights. She is nervous, as she never expected such employment. If her mother could see her now...she would rather not think about that.
She approaches the woman at the desk who looks up and with much too much vigor says, "Escort Entourage at your service. Can I help you?"
Charlene clears her throat and says, "I am looking for a job. I thought you might need someone."
The desk attendant looks pleased. "We are always looking for new faces. Let me get Madame for you." She pushes a button and tells "Madame" that there is a prospective employee here. Charlene thinks it strange that they call her Madame, but does not think much of it. "Madame will see you back through here."
The attendant guides her through three sets of doors and as she guides Charlene through the last door, her hand brushes against Charlene's ass. It must have been a mistake, Charlene thought.
Soon, she is in a large, lush office with a couch, loveseat, and recliner. The room is in loud reds and oranges. Before her is a picturesque woman of 40 or so. She is dressed in a gray business suit with a red scarf. She notices that the skirt of her business suit is very short. Madame looks her over for a few minutes before saying anything. Charlene's palms start to sweat, but she tries to compose herself.
"So you want a job here, eh?" The woman before her looks to her expectantly.
"Yes, Ma'am"
"What is your name?"
"Charlene, Ma'am."
"Well, my name is of no consequence to you. You may call me Madame. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Madame." Charlene begins to wonder what she is getting herself into.
"Do you understand what an escort for Escort Entourage does?"
"No, Madame, I do not, though I have some idea."
"Claude!" Madame hollers. "I have no time for this. Claude will tell you what you need to know, and you will decide. You are physically acceptable, and as long as you agree to our terms, there should be no problems, capisce?"
"Yes, Madame." She wasn't sure what this was all entailing, but hoped that she could have this job. She needed it badly.
Claude entered the room. He was a muscular man. He was painfully attractive. He grabbed Charlene by the arm. "We are going to my office."
Charlene was propelled across the building to another office, identical, but smaller, to Madame's. "Let's cut to the chase. We are not a chaste escort service. We operate secretly, and we service the elite. You are paid to pleasure whoever hires you. This could be man, woman, transvestite, groups, whatever you can think of. You will be expected to do as they bid. You will also be sworn to more secrecy than a CIA agent. Now, if you are not comfortable with this, you may go."
Claude sat in the chair behind his desk after his quick, informative speech. Charlene was shocked, to say the least. She didn't know what to say. Rent was due in two days and she hadn't a penny. She couldn't believe what she would be expected to do. However, she thought, if she could do this for two days, and if she could get paid in advance...then she could quit, right? People had done worse in better situations, right?
"Well? We think quickly here. Answer or be gone."
"Yes, yes that is fine. Umm...may I ask about pay?"
"You will be paid after each encounter, and you are often tipped by the customers. That is to be between you and your customer."
"Okay, what should I do?" Charlene was shaking, she hoped not visibly.
"Well, you need to fill out some paperwork, but first...are you sure you want to do this? You seem nervous, and we can't have any nervous ninnies around here."
"Yes, yes, I am fine. It was just a lot to take in at first."
Claude assessed her and decided to test her. "Take off your clothes."
"What? Um, I mean, ok..." SHe stripped before the man wondering what he was thinking.
Age: 22
Appearance: 5'4, petite, but lithe body. Redhead by choice, not nature.
Background: Charlene has just walked into an escort service looking for a job. She has been unlucky in finding employment which would pay for her rent in Santa Barbara due to the high cost of living. She has no idea what she is in for.
Charlene walks into the escort service lobby where the front desk is all fiberglass and lights. She is nervous, as she never expected such employment. If her mother could see her now...she would rather not think about that.
She approaches the woman at the desk who looks up and with much too much vigor says, "Escort Entourage at your service. Can I help you?"
Charlene clears her throat and says, "I am looking for a job. I thought you might need someone."
The desk attendant looks pleased. "We are always looking for new faces. Let me get Madame for you." She pushes a button and tells "Madame" that there is a prospective employee here. Charlene thinks it strange that they call her Madame, but does not think much of it. "Madame will see you back through here."
The attendant guides her through three sets of doors and as she guides Charlene through the last door, her hand brushes against Charlene's ass. It must have been a mistake, Charlene thought.
Soon, she is in a large, lush office with a couch, loveseat, and recliner. The room is in loud reds and oranges. Before her is a picturesque woman of 40 or so. She is dressed in a gray business suit with a red scarf. She notices that the skirt of her business suit is very short. Madame looks her over for a few minutes before saying anything. Charlene's palms start to sweat, but she tries to compose herself.
"So you want a job here, eh?" The woman before her looks to her expectantly.
"Yes, Ma'am"
"What is your name?"
"Charlene, Ma'am."
"Well, my name is of no consequence to you. You may call me Madame. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Madame." Charlene begins to wonder what she is getting herself into.
"Do you understand what an escort for Escort Entourage does?"
"No, Madame, I do not, though I have some idea."
"Claude!" Madame hollers. "I have no time for this. Claude will tell you what you need to know, and you will decide. You are physically acceptable, and as long as you agree to our terms, there should be no problems, capisce?"
"Yes, Madame." She wasn't sure what this was all entailing, but hoped that she could have this job. She needed it badly.
Claude entered the room. He was a muscular man. He was painfully attractive. He grabbed Charlene by the arm. "We are going to my office."
Charlene was propelled across the building to another office, identical, but smaller, to Madame's. "Let's cut to the chase. We are not a chaste escort service. We operate secretly, and we service the elite. You are paid to pleasure whoever hires you. This could be man, woman, transvestite, groups, whatever you can think of. You will be expected to do as they bid. You will also be sworn to more secrecy than a CIA agent. Now, if you are not comfortable with this, you may go."
Claude sat in the chair behind his desk after his quick, informative speech. Charlene was shocked, to say the least. She didn't know what to say. Rent was due in two days and she hadn't a penny. She couldn't believe what she would be expected to do. However, she thought, if she could do this for two days, and if she could get paid in advance...then she could quit, right? People had done worse in better situations, right?
"Well? We think quickly here. Answer or be gone."
"Yes, yes that is fine. Umm...may I ask about pay?"
"You will be paid after each encounter, and you are often tipped by the customers. That is to be between you and your customer."
"Okay, what should I do?" Charlene was shaking, she hoped not visibly.
"Well, you need to fill out some paperwork, but first...are you sure you want to do this? You seem nervous, and we can't have any nervous ninnies around here."
"Yes, yes, I am fine. It was just a lot to take in at first."
Claude assessed her and decided to test her. "Take off your clothes."
"What? Um, I mean, ok..." SHe stripped before the man wondering what he was thinking.
