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Escort Agency Talk – Episode 49

Syndy caps her lipstick and tosses it back into her purse. We’re standing together waiting in line at McDonald’s. “If he doesn’t fire her, shit is going to start hitting the fan around here.”
by Sarah Brooke

“You think so?”

“Ebony and Dixie will have a total shit fit and will probably quit if he doesn’t fire her.”

I can’t think of anything else to say, so I repeat myself. “You think so?”

“They’re thick as thieves, the two of them, and Dixie doesn’t like to share. She’s never liked Chantal but after he fired her the last time she made it very clear to Tim that she didn’t want her coming back.”

“What happened when he hired her back?” I ask.

“I wasn’t there when it all went down, but Dixie didn’t come into work for a week. We all thought she was going to quit.”

“Would that have been such a bad thing?” I ask, wondering if Syndy could possibly like Dixie.

“If Ebony and Dixie left I would be so fucking happy I would scream.” She looks up at me and smiles. I smile back, glad that we at least have the same opinion of the two girls. “They would not be missed. But they do pretty good business so it’s better for Tim if they stay on. It’s hard to find girls that will stick around, too. Most of the new hires don’t work out. Honestly though, anyone is better than those two bitches.”

“Hi, welcome to McDonalds, can I take your order?” The dark haired teenager behind the cash looks bored and doesn’t smile. Even if I sometimes hate my job, I guess I can be glad I don’t hate it as much as he appears to hate his.

“Hey, how are you today?” Syndy asks, flashing her pearly whites at him. She’s still wearing her work clothes which today consists of knee high red leather boots, a black and white striped mini skirt and a black halter top. She looks amazing but the look is a little bit slutty. Her ample cleavage is hoisted so high in her push up bra that it’s been an obvious challenge for the men anywhere within her radius not to stare.

“I’m doing well, how are you?” He still doesn’t crack a smile and I think Syndy has taken this as a challenge.

“I’m doing much better now that I’m here, talking to you. You know I chose this line just so that I could talk to you? You’re really handsome, do you know that?” She bites her lip and bats her eyelashes at him.

The poor kid behind the counter finally reacts, his face turning bright red. “Ma’am, can I take your order.”

“What do you recommend?” She leans forward onto the counter and I can tell that he is getting an eyeful. This kid is trying his hardest not to stare down her shirt and I give him a lot of credit for his attempt at professionalism. I’m beyond impressed by his sheer willpower.

“I like the Big Mac combo myself.” He says.

“That’s an excellent choice. I’ll have four Big Mac Combos with Coke to drink. We have a house full of hungry girls who I’m sure will thank you for your suggestion. Now sweetheart- don’t be stingy on the secret sauce. We’d like extra.”

“No problem. Anything else for you today?” He’s fighting a losing battle with himself, he can’t stop himself from looking down at her cleavage. When he finally looks down I can see out of the corner of my eye that Syndy has a big smile on her face. I try to stop myself from laughing but this display has been too much for me. Clearly, she loves flaunting herself for attention. I wonder what it would be like to go for a night on the town with her, I doubt we’d ever have to pay for drinks.

“Throw some ketchup packets and mayonaise in the bags please, love. Do you work tomorrow?”

He smiles again. “Yeah, same shift. Why?”

“Well, maybe I will have to drop by and see you again. You can tell me what you think of my outfit. Tell me… what do you think of what I’ve got on now?” She pushes herself back from the counter, showing off her ridiculously perfect figure.

“It looks great.” His face manages to turn an even darker shade of red. The gentleman next to us glances over absentmindedly and when he catches sight of Syndy, he does a double take. His wife or girlfriend who is standing next to him catches him staring and gives him a hard jab in the ribs. I pretend not to notice and hope that my face isn’t going red as well.

“You’re a sweetheart. I’ll just be waiting over here for our food.” She winks at him and moves over so that another customer can step up to the plate. When he gives his usual ‘welcome to McDonalds’ spiel, he stutters a few times. Syndy and I look at each other and try not to laugh.

“I’m not sure if that was a very nice thing to do or not nice at all.” I say between giggles.

“He’s going to be a little more chipper now, anyways. I think that’s an improvement on his sour face, no?”

“I guess so. You’re killing me though, I thought I was going to burst out laughing. You made his day though. Good for you.” I feel the cell phone buzz in my pocket. I grab it and it’s a request for Syndy.

“You have a booking with a guy who says he is a regular for 7pm tonight. He says its the Puerto Rican.”

“Ah yes, he’s funny. Paul.”

“Paul? That’s his name? And he’s from Puerto Rico?”

She shakes her head no and laughs. “It’s kind of an inside joke. The first time he saw me he was wasted, so drunk. He could barely get it up. Anyways, he started talking in this terrible Puerto Rican accent while we were doing it. It made me laugh so hard that we had to stop. He’s funny. He’s one of my favourites. He says he’s going to take me to Puerto Rico sometime but I’m not holding my breath.”

“Well, let me tell him that you are on like Donkey Kong.” I say, turning my attention back towards the phone.

“I think he’d find it funny if you said that, you should really text him that.”

I text ‘I am right here with Syndy and she says that you are on like Donkey Kong. I will text you thirty minutes before your appointment to confirm. Have a great day!’

“You’re so fucking polite, I love it. Did you work in customer service before you got into this line of work?” Our food is finally ready and Syndy flashes a big smile at the cashier when he hands them to us. She winks and turns on her heel and leaves. I can see that the gentleman next to her is trying his best not to turn his head and watch her leave. His wife hasn’t taken her eyes off of him since she caught him oogling her. I follow Syndy towards the car.

“Yeah, sort of. I was a waitress for years. You have to be nice or you don’t make tips.” I shrug, remembering the assholes I used to have to be nice to. “Sometimes I miss working there but it’s nice to work in this industry where all the guys are super nice. I mean, don’t get me wrong, some can be horny perverts that totally gross me out, but most of them are just polite and kind. It’s quite a bit different from my old job.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I have no patience for the assholes I used to hang around with now. All of my clients treat me nicely and if they don’t, I send them hiking. I expect that of everyone now.” She says.

“Did you used to have a bad habit of dating assholes?” I ask, curious.

“You could say that. I hung around a bad crowd for awhile. You may find it surprising but working as an escort has actually improved my quality of life.” I open the car door for her and she hops in the passenger seat. I load the food bags onto her lap and put the tray of drinks into the back of my car and take my place behind the wheel.

“Why would that be surprising? Being an escort isn’t the seedy lifestyle that everyone thinks it is. I know that.”

“I come from a white trash family, poor and most of them are seriously addicted to drugs. I never got into the heavy stuff but I wasn’t exactly an angel. Since I started working as an escort I’ve moved out of the hood and into a nicer area of town. Once I got my life together I started saving up. I don’t ever want to be back where I started from or else what am I doing this for?”

“I’m so glad to hear that. I mean… it’s just nice to hear that this career gave you an opportunity to better yourself and you took it. Not everyone does.”

“Oh, I know. I’ve seen some sad cases come through this agency. I was one of Tim’s first hires. I’ve been with him through thick and thin. I vowed to never be like some of those girls I saw.”

“Like Chantal.”

“I definitely don’t ever want to be like Chantal. Ebony is bad too, that girl bleeds money. It’s not just her of course but she’s the worst. She’s always broke. How can you be broke and bring in that much money in a day? Of course not every day is a money maker but when you get a good day, you make bank. I’ve paid my entire months rent in a day before.”

“Pretty crazy, right?”

“I mean, how do you even go through that much money? This one time Ebony had made big money one day, it was a crazy Tuesday and we all were fully booked. She comes in two days later begging our phone girl to keep putting ads up for her every hour so she can book more calls, saying she’s broke and needs to pay rent. How does that even happen?” She sticks her hand in a bag and starts munching on fries.

“Is she addicted to drugs?”

“She smokes pot but as far as I know she’s not on anything. She’s never came in high, at least not that I’ve noticed. She loves clubbing and I guess you can drop a lot of money in those places if you’re an idiot. I think mostly she just spends it on clothes and garbage that she doesn’t need. She has a new pair of shoes every time I see her.”

“Girls do love their shoes.” I smile as I see Syndy reaching into another bag and grabbing some fries. She angles the bag towards me and I stick my hand in as well, grabbing a few.

“It’s nice having you on the team, Roxy. You’re a cool chick.”

I have no idea what to say in response to that and I’m thankful when the phone rings.

I fish it out of my purse and answer, “Angel Escorts, Roxy speaking, how can I help you?”

 

 

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Escort Agency Talk – Episode 48

A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts, Episode 48

“What have you been taking?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I haven’t taken anything.” Chantal replies, sounding especially defiant.
by Sarah Brooke

“Em, please don’t lie to me.” His voice is soft but we’re still able to hear them clearly. Myself, Syndy and Taylor are all parked at the top of the stairs shamelessly eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I’m not lying to you!” She says, mumbling her words enough that I have trouble understanding her.

“Just tell me what you’ve been taking. I told you after last time that this was your last chance. I can’t have you coming in to work high as a kite, upsetting everyone.”

“I don’t know what you mean, no one is upset.”

“Emily. I’m going to ask you one more time. What have you taken?” He says, his voice sounding much more patient than I’m sure he must feel.

There is a pause and she doesn’t answer him at all. He waits a moment before continuing.

“I have no choice, you know that right? You can’t work here if you’re not going to be honest with me.”

“It’s nothing, they’re pills that are prescribed to me, Tim. I’m legally allowed to have them.”

He says nothing for a moment and we hear the creak of his chair as he leans forwards or maybe backwards.

“You’re going to have to leave.”

“I’m fine to work, really I am. I promise.” She says, pleading.

“You can barely focus your eyes on me. Any customer that you see will know you’re high. I have a business to run Emily, I can’t have you here like this.”

“Don’t you fucking fire me, Tim. Don’t you dare.” Her voice breaks mid sentence and it seems likely that she’s about to cry.

“What choice do I have? This was your last chance. Do you know how much shit I got in for letting you come back at all?”

“But baby, I’m fine. I’m just tired that’s all. I shouldn’t have came in today, I’m sorry. I just need the money.” Her voice starts fading and I struggle to hear what she’s saying.

“You’re not fine. Go home and call me when you’ve had a nice long sleep and a hot shower. I’ll come over and we can talk.”

“I’m not fucking falling for that again. You’re going to fire me. I know it. You just don’t want to make a scene here.”

“That’s not true.” He says. I turn and catch Syndy rolling her eyes. She mouths the words “She’s definitely fired” and then turns her attention back to the basement.

“Yes it is, this is just what happened last time.”

“This is nothing like what happened last time because you’re not going to cause a scene. You’re going to get in a cab and leave quietly. You’re going to appreciate the chance I’ve given you here and out of respect for me, you’re going to go. Do you understand?” His voice is rising ever so slightly in irritation.

“Oh, I understand. Just sweep me under the rug, your dirty little secret. Well, I’m not leaving. You’ll have to drag me out of here kicking and screaming.” Her voice has risen considerably and she’s close to yelling now.

“Baby, please. Be reasonable. If you leave quietly then we can continue this conversation later. I’m not firing you.” His voice is softer now and it’s clear he’s trying his best to reason with her.

Finally I feel guilty enough about eavesdropping that I get up off of my knees and walk slowly, towards the couch, stepping very carefully so as not to make a sound. Syndy eyes me curiously as I go, clearly not understanding why anyone would want to miss out on such an exciting exchange. It’s just too personal and it’s weirding me out to hear Tim being so kind and caring when usually he seems to be the complete opposite.

A text comes in and I silence it right away, glad that I chose that precise time to walk away. It would have been very obvious that we were listening in on them at the top of the stairs had my phone gone off a moment ago. I check the text and it’s a request for Chantal. Not sure what to do, I delay answering the text and instead pull out my own cell phone and send a quick text to Mike explaining what’s been going down. When I’m done typing out the text, I copy it and paste it to Sophie. I know she won’t answer right away because she’s in class but I know she’ll want to hear all about this and it can’t wait til I get home.

Maggie appears in the doorway to the leaving room, a quizzical look on her face. I pat the seat next to me and she walks over. She sits next to me but places herself as far into the corner of the couch as she can.

“What’s going on?” She isn’t whispering but her voice is so naturally soft that she’s in no danger of being heard downstairs.

“Well, Chantal showed up randomly this morning high as hell. Tim’s downstairs trying to get her to leave.”

“Oh no! Not again.” She looks towards the door, eyeing the other girls who are still crouched down listening to the conversation going on downstairs. “Was she with a customer?”

“No, she hasn’t seen anyone yet. Syndy called Tim before she had a chance to. I actually have a request for her but I’m not sure what to do. I doubt she should take any bookings, it sounds like she’s going to be going home soon.”

“Yeah, don’t book her. Tell the client that she’s had to go home. Make up an excuse. You should take her ad down too.” Maggie turns her attention to her phone and we both sit silently for a moment. All of a sudden Syndy and Taylor shoot up out of their crouched position and in a flash they’re gone, having ran down the hall and back up the stairs. Maggie and I don’t have the time to do the same so by the time Chantal has stomped to the top of the stairs, we are still sitting there, trying not to look directly at her.

“I’m not high. Did you tell everyone that I was high?” She directs her question and her fury to me.

“What? No. Of course not.” I feel like I should say more but I have no idea what to say so I just shut up and try to look innocent.

“I’m not leaving so you can all go fuck yourselves.” With this she turns on her heel and rushes upstairs. Tim is not far behind her. Before following her up the stairs he walks towards me. “Hey Roxy, could you please take the ads for Chantal down? She won’t be seeing any customers today, thank you.”

Once he’s left the room Maggie and I look at each other. I shrug my shoulders and head downstairs. I see that there’s a chair overturned but no other obvious signs of a fight. I set the chair back up and settle myself down in front of the laptop. The first thing I do is remove her ad from the two sites I’ve put them up on. I then log-in to our email address and reply to the few emails we’ve received.

I decide not to go back upstairs and instead I log-in to my personal email and get to work on responding to inquiries about the vacation rental. I’ve lost myself in my task when I hear yelling upstairs. I try to ignore it, not wanting to get involved, but soon the loud yelling comes to me. Chantal storms down the stairs and right past me, heading into the laundry room.

Tim follows her down and shoots me a look of apology. I smile sweetly at him, not quite sure how to respond and not sure if that was the correct way. Maybe I should have look concerned instead? Who knows.

“Emily, just let me in.” He knocks on the door to the laundry room but doesn’t bother opening it although I doubt there is a lock on the door.

“No. If Taylor has a client coming soon, I can’t be upstairs. I’ll just stay here.”

“Em, let me get you a taxi.”

“I’M NOT LEAVING.” She screams at the top of her lungs.

He grabs a chair, the same one she had knocked over and pulls it up next to the door. “Don’t say that. You don’t want to make a bigger scene than you’ve already managed to make. Look, I’ll go with you right now. Do you want to go grab something to eat? Or we can go to my place and order in.”

There’s no reply and I realize she must be considering his offer.

“We can go to that sushi place you love downtown. I just want to talk.”

“Do you promise you won’t fire me?” She replies, her voice soft and meek.

“I promise.” He looks at me briefly and rolls his eyes. Slowly, the door opens and her pretty little head pops out.

“Can I order whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want.” He grabs her hand and she falls into him. “Come on, grab your things and lets go.” With that they walk up the stairs, hand in hand. I smile to myself, glad that the situation has been defused. A moment later I hear footsteps pounding down the stairs and look up and see Syndy staring back at me.

“Oh shit Roxy, you missed out!”

“What do you mean?” I ask as she walks over and throws herself down on a chair.

“She was calling the fucking police, telling them that she knew where they could find a drug dealers house and that it was full of cash and cocaine.”

“No! She didn’t.”

“Oh, she did. Tim grabbed the phone from her and tossed it in the toilet.”

“Seriously? Did she give them the address?” I ask, worried that a SWAT team might already be on its way.

“No, he got the phone from her in time. What happened once they got down here?”

“She went into the laundry room and he persuaded her to go out for lunch with him. She agreed and then they left.”

“He is so fucked. I told him when he first hired her that she was a time bomb waiting to go off. There was just something about her, you know?” Syndy’s eyes are wide and it’s clear that this whole situation has excited her.

“Clearly he didn’t take your advice at all because he started screwing around with her anyways.”

“I know. It’s one thing to hire a girl who is a bit on the crazy side, it’s another to start banging her. Apparently she’s broken up with her boyfriend too. I bet she wants to make things official with Tim.” She says.

“Okay, that can’t be good. What will Dixie think of that?”

“We’re lucky she wasn’t here today or blood would have been shed.” Eyes wide, Syndy looks down at her phone. “Come on, let’s go grab lunch. It’s dead today, we might as well go get some food. We’ll bring something back for the other girls.”

Not wanting to turn down her offer, I smile and nod. “Sure, let me get my purse.” Looking down at my phone I see that Sophie has replied, asking what else has been going on. I send out a quick text to her, telling her that crazy face called the cops telling them this was a drug dealers house but that everything appears to be okay. I’ll have a lot of story telling to do once I get home. For now, I had better accompany Syndy on her mission to get food.

 

 

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Escort Agency Talk  – Original article found on skipthegames.com

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Escort Agency Talk – Episode 47

A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts, Episode 47

I’m sitting in Angel Escorts basement office, responding to an email when an unfamiliar face walks in. A tall and very pretty brunette who I assume must be Chantal. Her eyes are dark red and bloodshot and I wonder if she’s slept at all the previous night. She looks about as tired as I feel.
by Sarah Brooke

“Hey-Roxy. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She practically stares right through me and there is no smile in her greeting.

“Hi! Likewise. Are you Chantal?” I say, hoping that my guess is right.

“That’s me.” She sits in the chair next to me and turns on the desktop computer. She doesn’t say anything and just stares into space waiting for the computer to start up.

“I didn’t know you were working today.” I say, hoping that I didn’t get the schedule wrong. Maggie, Syndy and Taylor were on today, no one told me that Chantal would be in.

“I wasn’t supposed to be but I was in the area so I thought I’d come in.” Her computer finally loads up and I can see out of the corner of my eye that she is checking her email. Her leg is bouncing up and down and I have a keen desire to ask her to stop or maybe just place my hand on her leg and force her to stop. I turn my head to my own computer and resolve to distract myself. I’m tired and grouchy and I don’t want to start something with a coworker if I can avoid it.

“When is my first appointment of the day?” She doesn’t bother to turn and look at me, she just keeps staring at an open email message on her computer.

“No one told me you were working today, you aren’t on the websites schedule either.” I had brought up the website and double checked. She isn’t scheduled to work for a few more days.

“That’s bullshit.” She says, turning towards me. She isn’t quite looking at me so much as she is looking through me. “I told Tim to book me for today. Fuck!” She continues to stare through me and I’m starting to wonder if maybe she is drunk or on something.

“Sorry… he didn’t mention it to me and he didn’t add you to the schedule. I can let the clients who call know that you’re on.” Throughout this entire conversation her leg hasn’t stopped bouncing up and down and it proves quite distracting.

“Can you offer a special today? Fifty bucks off any of my half hour appointments. I’ll take it out of my cut so you guys aren’t out any money.”

“I’m sorry Chantal, I’m really not allowed to do that.” I say, shaking my head.

“What do you mean?”

“We can’t offer specials, especially for one girl only.”

“Why can’t you?” She asks.

“It’s just not allowed.” I hope that she accepts this answer and moves on. No such luck, of course.

“It’s just for one day, it’s fine.”

“Look, if you want to talk to Tim about it you are more than welcome.” I turn my attention back to my computer, hoping that will be enough to end the conversation.

“Tim is not going to have a problem with it, trust me.” She spins around in her chair again to face the computer. At no time does her leg stop bouncing.

“I can’t make that kind of decision. You’re going to have to talk to him and he’s going to have to tell me directly that it’s okay. Sorry, my hands are tied.” I turn my head towards her and give her a half smile but it’s wasted on her because she’s lost in her email again, not paying the slightest bit of attention to me.

“Okay.” Another few moments go by until she rises from her seat. “I’m going to go to my room. You have my number, text me if I get a booking.”

“Oh, um, the rooms are all already spoken for up there today. Sorry.”

“Oh.” She stands there, staring off into space for a minute. “I guess I’ll just hang out in the living room then.” With that she disappears up the stairs and I’m finally left undisturbed. I rest my head on the desk for a minute, enjoying the soothing feel of my eyes finally being able to close. I wish I had remembered my eye drops, my eyes are probably as bloodshot as hers. The shrill ring of the phone knocks me out of my pleasant interlude and I get back into my persona to answer. It’s a booking for Maggie and once the caller hangs up I begin texting her to let her know. Before I have the chance to send the text, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Was that a booking for me?”

I raise my head and see Chantal standing there, her eyes droopier and more blank than they were five minutes ago.

“No, sorry. It was for Maggie.”

“Fuck.” She stands on the stairs, looking down towards the basement at nothing in particular.

“Sorry.” I say, not knowing what else to tell her. She decides to walk down the rest of the steps and head back to her spot on the desktop next to me. I do my best not to let out an unhappy sigh and instead I get to work on making the daily ads for the girls. “Here, I’m putting up an ad for you online so that you should hopefully get some calls coming in soon.”

She has no response to my statement and instead stares blankly at her computer. I almost decide to repeat myself to make sure she’s heard me but instead I focus on the task at hand. A few minutes later she breaks the silence.

“Can you put an ad up for me, please?” She turns her head towards me and stares right through me again.

“Yeah, sure, I just said that I was going to. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes.” She gets up from her chair and practically runs up the stairs again. A few minutes later my phone rings. It’s Taylor. “Can you come and get Chantal please?” What the hell could she be doing up there? I abandon my task for the moment and take the steps two at a time.

I knock on Taylor’s door and push it open without waiting for a reply. Taylor is sitting on the bed, looking perplexed. Chantal is seated on the edge of the bed, licking her lips over and over again and staring down at her cell phone.

“Oh, hey, Chantal. Taylor already has this room claimed, remember?”

“It’s okay.” She doesn’t look up from her phone and her voice sounds distant.

“Why don’t you come hang out with me downstairs or you can hang out in the living room as well.” I catch Taylor’s eye and she shakes her head slowly. I don’t know what she means and I give her a small shrug in reply.

“I’m okay here.”

“Chantal, this is Taylor’s room for the day. You can’t stay here.” I say, doing my best to sound friendly and not let the annoyance I’m feeling creep into my voice. “You’re welcome to come downstairs with me, there’s a computer for you to use.”

“I want to stay here.” She isn’t so much looking at her phone as looking through it.

“You know what, it’s okay. You stay here.” Taylor hops out of the bed and grabs her purse and shoes.
“I’ll go downstairs and hang out with Roxy.”

I back out of the room slowly, unable to look away from Chantal. Her face hasn’t changed at all, she just keeps staring.

I wait until the door is safely closed behind us before letting out a deep sigh. Taylor shakes her head and starts down the stairs.

Once we’re seated next to each other in front of the computer she finally speaks. “She’s back on the fucking pills again.”

“I thought she was drunk.”

“No, it’s pills. It might be alcohol too but it’s definitely pills.” Taylor grabs her phone and starts texting. “I need to tell Tim.”

“What is she on?”

“I have no idea, probably a few things.”

“Is this a common occurrence with her?”

“She was fired before for coming to work high. She swore she had been to rehab and that she was over it so Tim hired her back.”

“She’s really out of it.”

“She’s probably been up all night taking pills.” Taylor shakes her head and sends the text to Tim. “He’s going to be pissed.”

“Great.” I can’t help but remember that he’s already pissed at me. Today might be even worse than I had imagine. “He’s already pissed at me, he’s going to be in quite a mood when he gets in.”

“He’s not pissed at you. Why would he be pissed at you? Oh- about the phone thing yesterday. He won’t hold a grudge about that, don’t worry. He takes drug abuse very seriously though, this is going to piss him off.”

“She wasn’t even supposed to be working today.”

“Yeah, this is exactly what she did last time before he fired her. She started showing up randomly and demanding shifts. It pissed all the girls off because she’d come in high as a kite and basically steal our appointments.”

“The customers must notice that she’s whacked out of her mind?” I ask.

“When he fired her before it was after he received a complaint from a customer. She had fell asleep during the appointment.”

“Like… during during?”

“Yep, right in the middle of the act. We had to reimburse the guy his money and ended up giving him half off of his next appointment. The guy used to be a regular but he never even came back for his discounted appointment.”

“Shit.” A text comes in on the work phone and I look down to answer it. It’s a request for Taylor asking what services she offers. I tell the client to refer to the website for a full list of her services and then I turn my attention back to Taylor. “That one was an inquiry about you. Not a definite booking yet, but we’ll see. Anyways, do you think Tim is going to fire her this time?”

“I have no idea. They’ve been seeing each other for a long time now, he has a soft spot for her.”

“You mean they’re having sex too?!” I say, completely shocked.

Taylor laughs. “Yeah, don’t remind Dixie of that fact though, she’d go nuts.”

“Who else is he sleeping with?”

“I think that’s it but there’s no way to know. Dixie and Chantal aren’t discrete in the least, so it’s entirely possible that one of the other girls is banging the boss, but we just don’t know about it.”

“Doesn’t that cause friction between them?”

“Not really. Chantal has a boyfriend so I don’t think Dixie really sees her as competition.” She looks down at her phone. “Okay, Tim is coming in to deal with her.”

“She was asking for me to advertise a special for her today. I explained to her that I couldn’t do that but she just kept asking.”

“She did that last time too. Sounds like she’s in desperate need of some money.” She stands up and stretches. “Come on, let’s go back to my room and wait for Tim to get here. I don’t want to miss what happens next.”

 

 

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Escort Agency Talk – Episode 46

A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts, Episode 46

I’m staring blindly at my computer, trying to make sense of the words swirling in front of me. There was a late two hour booking for Maggie last night and as a result of that I was barely able to get any sleep seeing as I had to stay up until 4am to make sure her appointment had left and that she was safe. Mike had spent the night and had given his best attempt at staying up with me but by 2am he was passed out and I can’t say that I blame him.
by Sarah Brooke

It’s almost 5pm and the phone has finally quieted down. I’m taking advantage of the downtime to finally get some of my other work done. Joe has been very understanding of my new situation but I can’t say the same for his lovely wife Anne. She called me up last night and ripped into me, telling me that she had sent an email from a fake account to see how long it would take me to respond.

I hadn’t responded for over 24 hours and she was absolutely outraged. It took all the self control I could muster to ignore her bitchy outburst and apologize to her. Joe had come over afterwards to apologize, I guess he had been there when she called or she had told him about it afterwards.

Instead of telling him what a bitch his wife could be, I smiled and told him that there was no problem, I was used to dealing with people like her. To my delight he had showed up with an envelope of cash containing my share of their earnings for their vacation home. He handed over the money to me and gave me a big hug, telling me that he appreciated all the work I’d been doing for him.

Spring was here in full force and the rentals had been going well and there was a good chunk of money in that envelope. When I saw the sizable stack of cash I couldn’t help but feel an immense wave of relief. I feel like I haven’t stopped for a minute since starting with Angel Escorts and on top of the nearly all day responsibility of answering the phones for them, I’ve had to find time to respond to emails and calls about the vacation home.

Most communication is done through email which is a good thing because a couple of days ago I had answered my personal phone and ended up going into my whole spiel of “Angel Escorts, Roxy speaking, how can I help you?” Thankfully as soon as the word angel tumbled out of my mouth my brain realized the mistake and saved me from further embarrassment.

The client was speechless on the other end, not sure what to say. I played it off like I had been expecting a call from my friend Angel and the client didn’t question it and instead just started rattling off questions about the rental. During the entire phone conversation my heart was beating a mile a minute, terrified of the mistake I had almost made. Being dead tired hasn’t helped things, I frequently find myself on autopilot and it scares me.

Yesterday I was in the kitchen making tea when I distinctly heard the Angel Escorts cell phone ring. I sprinted to my room to grab it and when I finally had the phone in my hand I realized it had never been ringing at all. I was so certain that I had heard it ringing that it had freaked me out for the rest of the day.

Determined to respond to emails for the vacation rental, I close my eyes and shake my head, hoping that when I open them the words on the computer screen will have stopped swirling. For good measure I rub my eyelids with the back of my hands, wondering what the hell I’m going to do if I’m in for another late night.

When I finally open my eyes again the words have mercifully stopped swirling but they still look blurry and I find myself reading over the same sentence again and again and still I’m not able to make any sense of it.

As if I wasn’t already having problems concentrating, the work phone starts ringing. I turn my attention to the phone screen and have a slightly easier time making out the words. I confirm a booking for Maggie this evening and let her know about it then toss the phone onto the bed and, cradling my head in my arms, I lay my head to rest on the desk and hope that a few moments of having my eyes shut will help with this killer headache I’m developing.

The next thing I know Sophie is standing over me, gently shaking me awake.

“Sweetie, wake up. Your phones been going off like crazy.”

The words don’t quite make sense right away but once they do I’m filled with sheer dread.

“Fuck me. What time is it?” I ask, looking at the computer screen for the time but instead I find that the monitor has put itself into sleep mode.

“Almost 7pm. That can’t have been a comfortable way to sleep, isn’t your neck killing you?” She asks, tilting her head and looking at me with concern in her eyes.

I stretch my back and neck and confirm her suspicions. A white hot pain sears up my back and neck, punishment for my impromptu nap.

“Oh god, the last thing I remember it was around 5pm and I was just going to close my eyes for a second. Shit… oh shit. Where’s the phone?” I hop off of the chair and immediately I’m hit by a wave of dizziness that almost floors me. I reach my hand out and grab onto the desk to steady myself.

“Whoa Sarah, are you okay?” Sophie grabs my shoulders to help steady me.

“I just stood up too fast. I’m okay.” Instead of trying to walk I throw myself onto the bed and crawl towards the phone. “Fuck, how did I not hear it ringing?” I check the phones volume and see that somehow it’s been turned down low. Not low enough that I shouldn’t have been able to hear it though.

“I dunno, I heard it ringing from my room and after ten minutes of it I decided to come in and check if you were okay.” She sits herself next to me on the bed and starts stroking my hair, trying to impart some comfort.

“This is going to be bad.” I say and slide the phone open, trying to steel myself against the texts that I might find. I skim through the messages, for right now I’m ignoring any messages from clients and instead I’m looking for messages from my coworkers or boss. It doesn’t take long before I find them. Ebony freaking out asking when her next appointment is, and then Maggie texting me to let me know that Tim is trying to get a hold of me. Then there’s the text from Tim. There is only one text, all caps saying CALL ME. When I check the call logs I see that he’s called me three times.

“What am I going to do? He’s going to flip.”

“You don’t know that.” She says, her voice soft.

“I fell asleep for two hours. He knows that I wasn’t answering the phone. I’m getting fired.” When I think about getting fired I’m actually slightly relieved.

“You won’t get fired, don’t psych yourself out.”

“Imagine how peaceful my life would be if I did get fired. I’m almost looking forward to it.”

“If that’s how you feel then maybe you should quit?” She says.

“I can’t, I do need the money.” I say this even though my first paycheck was not nearly enough to make up for the long hours and bullshit I’ve been putting up with. “I’m just saying, if I do get shit canned it won’t be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Are you going to call him back?” She asks. I don’t respond, instead I just select Tim’s phone number and press dial.

“Tim- It’s Roxy. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. The phone somehow switched to silent.”

“How exactly does that happen?” His voice is cold but that’s not exactly unusual for Tim. He always sounds the same, monotonous and very matter of fact.

“I honestly have no idea, I’m pretty tired so I might have pressed the volume button without even realizing. I’m very sorry, I feel just awful.” I make sure to keep my gaze away from Sophie who is standing over me with her hands parked casually on her hips.

“The girls are freaking out over here.” He says.

“About what?”

“About you not answering their texts.”

“Oh, well, I’m very sorry. It won’t happen again.” I try to sound as polite and apologetic as I can.

“Why don’t you come in here tomorrow for your shift instead of staying home. Maybe being around the girls will help remind you that you need to be attentive and on the ball at all times.”

“Sure, I can try to come in for ten.” I say, making sure to give myself time to wake up, shower and get dressed.

“No, how about you come in for 8am. I’ll see you then.” Without another word and with his usual lack of goodbye, he hangs up.

“He wants me to come in tomorrow at 8am.” I throw my head down into my pillow and scream.

Sophie waits patiently for me to be done. “Feel better now?”

“No.” I say, mumbling into the pillow. “I’m going to be up until 2am at least and he expects me to be in for work at 8am? That’s bullshit. Just to punish me for this.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry.” She sits herself down next to me on the bed and frowns. “Anything I can do to help?”

“What time do you have class tomorrow?” I ask, an idea brewing.

“Not until the afternoon, why?”

“If I paid you would you answer the phones tonight?”

Sophie stops and thinks for a moment. “Yeah, I guess I have enough experience to do that. I’ll do it but only if you promise me that you’ll get some sleep.”

“Sophie, that’s all I want. I’m so fucking tired I could scream.”

“You’ve already done that and it didn’t help.” She says, smirking. “Just give me some basic info and I’ll take over for you. No worries.”

I drag myself out of bed and over to my desk, grabbing a pen and a pad of paper.

“Here, I’ll write down who is working tonight and what appointments they already have. There’s only three girls on tonight so it’s not crazy. If any of them call to talk to me, wake me up. Otherwise just text them for their appointments. You know the drill… they need to text to confirm when the guy shows up and when he leaves. I always send a text saying ‘ok’ to let them know I’m there and that I’ve received their message.”

“Easy enough. I’ll wake you if there’s anything I can’t handle.” She says.

After I’ve written all of the pertinent information down I toss her the pad of paper and then toss myself back onto my bed.

“Sophie?”

“Yeah, sweetie.”

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. I love you.”

Out of the corner of my eye I see her smile. “I love you, too. Now go to sleep. And don’t forget to set your alarm for 7am. You have work in the morning.”

With that she exits my room and within seconds I’m fast asleep.

 

 

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Escort Agency Talk – Episode 45

A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts, Episode 45

I find myself wide awake at 7am despite the fact that I had only managed to get to bed around 2:30am. I spend forty minutes tossing and turning, determined to get more rest, before finally giving up and accepting the fact that I would not be getting any more sleep this morning. I turn the phone on and roll out of bed, tossing the phone onto my pillow. After doing my usual morning ritual of stretching and vigorous eye rubbing, I head to the bathroom where I turn on the shower and jump in for a quick wash.
by Sarah Brooke

The phone rings for a few minutes nonstop as all the texts from 2:30am to 7:40am start coming through. I’m about to grab a towel and dry off when a phone call comes in. I debate between finishing what I’m doing and running to grab the phone. It’s not even 8am yet so technically I don’t need to answer it but I decide to anyways.

I pick up the phone and press Talk, catching it right before it goes to voice mail.

“Good morning, Angel Escorts, Roxy speaking.” I say, trying to sound chipper.

“Good morning Sarah, it’s Tim. How are you doing?” The male voice on the other end says.

“Hi Tim, I’m well, how are you?” I say, stifling a yawn.

“I’m good. Listen, I was talking to Maggie and she said you had expressed an interest in helping keep the house clean. Is that true?”

“Yeah, sure, I have no problem doing that.”

“Okay, great, glad to hear it. Do you mind coming in today? The place is turning into a real mess. It would be great if you could come by.”

“Not a problem.” I bite my lip, knowing that I have to mention something about being paid for housekeeping but I’m nervous to ask all the same. “What kind of pay were you thinking?”

“For what?” He says, oblivious or at least feigning it.

“For me doing housework at the townhouse.” I can’t help but roll my eyes. Was he really expecting me to be their maid for free?

“Oh. What do you think is fair?”

I close my eyes and think. “I’d say $15 an hour for any housekeeping I provide would be fair.”

“Okay, fair enough. We could also use someone to help us with the laundry. The girls are supposed to do their own but the laundry is just piling up.” He says.

“Not a problem.”

“Great. So if you can come in sometime this morning and get started on that, the kitchen especially is a real disaster.”

“Sure.” I reply.

“I’ll be in the office today so come say hi when you get in.” He hangs up the phone without even bothering to say goodbye.

Before checking the phone for text messages I head to the kitchen and put on a kettle. I pour myself a bowl of cereal and check my own personal phone. I had put it down last night around 8pm and never picked it back up again. There are a few texts from Mike and one from my friend Stella. I type out a quick text to Stella and then text Mike asking him to call me once he’s up. We’re supposed to hang out tonight. He had tried to convince me to go out to dinner but I figured since it’s Friday the phones would be far too busy for me to be able to relax and go out for a meal. I couldn’t exactly sit there in a restaurant and book appointments in front of strangers. Mike seems to understand but he asked if I ever get a night off. I’ll have to talk to Tim about it because I think I’ll need one sooner than later.

Cereal eaten and tea made, I crawl up onto the couch and start replying to texts. Four girls are working tonight, Maggie, Ebony, Syndy and Dixie. Taylor was supposed to be working but she sent me a text around 6am saying one of her kids was sick and she’d have to stay home with them. I wonder if she’s told Tim already or if it’s now my job to liaison between the girls and him. I shoot him off a quick text to let him know she is not going to be able to come in today. While I’m texting I hear Sophie’s door open. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she walks into the living room and drops herself on the couch next to me.

“Late night?” She asks through a yawn.

“2:30. I woke up at 7 though and couldn’t get back to sleep.” I answer.

“Oh, I hate when that happens. How are you feeling?” She asks, resting her head on the back of the couch.

“Not bad, a little bit tired. Tonight is going to be another long night I think.” I glance down at the phone and then place it on my lap.

“Little bit of a difference between booking for one girl and booking for a few, huh?” She asks, winking at me.

“I’d say.” Another text comes in and it’s a booking for Maggie at noon. I respond to the text quickly and Sophie waits for me patiently. “It’s surprisingly busy in the morning.I’m already starting to get to know the regulars though which is nice.”

“I have to get ready and get to school but I’m not feeling motivated in the least. And then I have a client coming by later and Joe said he’d be coming by to hang out after that. Any chance if you’re home today you could clean up a bit? I’ll pay you!” She smiles sweetly at me and does her best to tempt me, batting her eyes.

“I actually have to leave pretty soon. Apparently I’m the new maid and I’m responsible for cleaning up after them.” I say, not sounding exactly enthused.

“Ew, really? They better be paying you.” She says.

“Oh, he is. I don’t clean for anyone for free.”

“I’ll leave you a shiny new fifty dollar bill if you do my laundry and make this place look halfway decent before my client gets here at 6.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. I should be back this afternoon. I just have to go and clean up the kitchen and do some laundry, shouldn’t be too bad.” I say, hoping that I’m not stuck at the townhouse for too long. I have my own laundry to do, too.

“Okay, my dear. You have fun at work and I’m going to have just as much fun at school.” She kisses me on the cheek and rolls off the couch, dragging herself back towards her room. All the texts have finally been answered and I leave the phone on the couch and head back to my room. I finish getting dressed and throw on some makeup before grabbing the phone and heading out the door. As soon as I make my way into the parking garage the phone rings. I look around and see that there is no one around so I decide to answer. It’s a booking for Ebony at ten, a regular who already knows where the townhouse is. I decide to turn the phone off while I’m driving, I don’t need any temptation. After a small fender bender last year I’ve decided to do my best not to text and drive ever again. This job makes me feel like I’m obliged to answer the phone so it’s just easier to turn it off entirely.

There’s a parking spot right outside of the townhouse and I gladly take it. I turn the phone on while walking up the steps. This time the townhouse is locked and I have to ring the door bell. Finally after a few moments Maggie opens the door for me.

“Morning!” She says, a small smile on her face.

“Hey, you’re here early. I thought you started at ten.” I check the phone and confirm that it’s only 9am.

“Rent is due soon, thought I might come in early just in case.” She says, giving a small shrug of her shoulders.

“I have one for you at noon.” I say, walking past her into the foyer.

“Great. I hope today is busy.” She says, her voice soft and gentle.

“It’s just you, Ebony, Syndy and Dixie today. Taylor called in, something about one of her kids being sick.”

“That is good news. I prefer when there are only a few of us.” She doesn’t need to say why, less escorts working typically means less competition.

“I’m here to clean and then I’m heading back home.” I turn around the corner and the sight of the kitchen takes my breath away. “It’s even worse than it was the other day.”

“Yes.” Is all she says. Maggie smiles at me one last time and heads back upstairs to her room and her laptop. Looking around me I can’t help but let out a long , drawn out sigh. The mess that I saw previously is still there except now there is even more garbage piled on top of the old stuff. The sink is filled to the brim with dishes and the counter space is as well. The garbage is filled to the top and it stinks. I scrunch my face up, not exactly thrilled by the task ahead of me. Remembering that I need to say hi to Tim, I run downstairs to do so.

Tim is sitting in the big leather chair with his laptop open in front of him. He doesn’t bother to look up. “Hello Sarah.”

“Hey Tim. You got my text that Taylor isn’t coming in, right?” I ask, leaning up against the wall.

“Yes, she texted me too. Thanks for making sure I knew though.” He finally looks up at me and he very obviously looks me over, his eyes lingering a little bit too long at my chest. “Thanks for coming in. As you can see it’s a disaster up there. The laundry room is just back there.” He says pointing to a door at the back of the room.

“Okay, I’ll get started on the laundry first.” I’m about to ask him if there is any laundry in any of the rooms upstairs when I walk into the laundry room and see that the entire floor of the medium sized room is full of dirty sheets and towels. There is a huge pile in the corner as well and it looks about ready to topple over. I don’t bother asking him if there is more laundry upstairs, there’s no way there could be. This looks like two weeks of laundry at least. I wish I had remembered to bring some latex gloves but unless I want to run to the store I better just get over my squeamishness. I take a moment to figure out the controls of the washer and get a load started, gingerly touching the dirty sheets and towels and shoving them in. I wash my hands in the laundry room sink and before I can stop myself I instinctively dry them on a towel that was hanging from the sink. Immediately after doing this I remember that all the towels down here are dirty and somewhat mildewy, so I wash my hands again and this time I just dry them off on my pants.

I exit the room and shut the door behind me. “Wow, that’s some pile of laundry… ”

Tim doesn’t say anything, he just looks up at me like I’ve really interrupted him and smiles. Without a word he looks back to his laptop and immerses himself into whatever he has been doing. I take the hint and head back upstairs. The phone buzzes in my pocket and I answer it. Another booking for Maggie, this time at 2pm. I mark the booking into the phone and send Maggie a text to let her know, despite her being just a few feet away I figure it’s easier if I don’t go and bother her from whatever she is doing. Placing the phone on the microwave stand, I start work on the dishes. The phone doesn’t stop just because I’m elbow deep in suds so I’m forced to stop every once in awhile to answer a call or respond to a text. I’m halfway through the dishes when I hear the doorbell ring. I wait a moment to see if any one else is going to get up to answer it but it soon becomes clear that no one is.

I open the door and I’m greeted by a pretty smiling face. “Hello!” She says in a singsong voice. I haven’t seen her face before but I can tell that it’s Syndy. A petite girl, just shy of five feet tall, with enormous boobs. She’s our dominatrix.

“Hey, I’m Sarah, nice to meet you. Syndy, right?”

“Yes, that’s me. Nice to finally meet you, too.” She walks past me and drops her purse on the floor. She kicks her shoes off into the closet and closes the door, hiding the mess of shoes accumulating there. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I’ve been asked to clean up a bit.” I say, nodding towards the kitchen.

“I keep meaning to clean up that mess in there but it gets frustrating when you know 95% of the mess isn’t yours.” She says, her big blue eyes looking up at me.

“Yeah, totally.” As tempted as I am, I don’t mention that maybe she could just clean up after herself and that way she knows which mess is hers. After all, I’m getting paid for this so how much can I really complain?

“I’m going to head upstairs unless you’d like some help?” She asks, nervously eyeing the pile of work behind me.

“No, I’ve got it, thank you though.” I smile at her and she smiles back, clearly relieved that I don’t have plans to force her to assist me in my chores. She nods her head and takes the stairs two at a time. I’m just about to turn around to head back into the kitchen when the doorbell rings again. It’s Dixie. I open the door for her and step aside.

“Hello. Where’s Tim?” She says, the hello barely out of her mouth before she’s demanding to know where Tim is.

“Hello Dixie. He’s downstairs.” I’m sure she doesn’t want to engage in small talk with me so I walk back into the kitchen, eager to get this finished so I can go back home. As soon as I get my hands wet another text comes in. I read the incoming message, it’s a text from Ebony saying she won’t be in til 2pm. I text her back “OK” and get back to the dishes. The phone finally stops ringing for awhile and I manage to finish the last of the dishes. As soon as I’m done with the dishes another text comes in and it’s someone wanting to book Dixie for 11am. I glance at the clock on the wall and see that it’s already 10:30am. Dixie didn’t looked dressed for work when she came in so I decide to check with her first. I’m about to send her a text when I realize that it will take much less time to just walk down there and ask her.

Walking into the basement I find Dixie sitting on top of Tim, straddling him. I’m taken aback by this and for a moment I don’t say anything. Tim tilts his head and looks around Dixie.

“Yes?” He says.

“Sorry… I just got a booking request for Dixie but it’s for 11am. I wasn’t sure if that was enough time for her to get ready.” I say, trying not to let my surprise show in my voice.

“Yeah, that’s fine, book him. How long is it for?” Dixie says, not bothering to turn around and look at me.

“Half an hour.” I reply.

“Tell him that I’ll be ready for him at 11am.” She runs her hands up and down his chest before standing up and walking up the stairs. I wait for her to get to the top of the stairs before I follow her up. I look at Tim one last time before heading upstairs and he catches me looking at him. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles and then looks back down at his laptop.

 

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Escort Agency Talk – Episode 44

A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts, Episode 44

I find myself wide awake at 7am despite the fact that I had only managed to get to bed around 2:30am. I spend forty minutes tossing and turning, determined to get more rest, before finally giving up and accepting the fact that I would not be getting any more sleep this morning. I turn the phone on and roll out of bed, tossing the phone onto my pillow. After doing my usual morning ritual of stretching and vigorous eye rubbing, I head to the bathroom where I turn on the shower and jump in for a quick wash.
by Sarah Brooke

The phone rings for a few minutes nonstop as all the texts from 2:30am to 7:40am start coming through. I’m about to grab a towel and dry off when a phone call comes in. I debate between finishing what I’m doing and running to grab the phone. It’s not even 8am yet so technically I don’t need to answer it but I decide to anyways.

I pick up the phone and press Talk, catching it right before it goes to voice mail.

“Good morning, Angel Escorts, Roxy speaking.” I say, trying to sound chipper.

“Good morning Sarah, it’s Tim. How are you doing?” The male voice on the other end says.

“Hi Tim, I’m well, how are you?” I say, stifling a yawn.

“I’m good. Listen, I was talking to Maggie and she said you had expressed an interest in helping keep the house clean. Is that true?”

“Yeah, sure, I have no problem doing that.”

“Okay, great, glad to hear it. Do you mind coming in today? The place is turning into a real mess. It would be great if you could come by.”

“Not a problem.” I bite my lip, knowing that I have to mention something about being paid for housekeeping but I’m nervous to ask all the same. “What kind of pay were you thinking?”

“For what?” He says, oblivious or at least feigning it.

“For me doing housework at the townhouse.” I can’t help but roll my eyes. Was he really expecting me to be their maid for free?

“Oh. What do you think is fair?”

I close my eyes and think. “I’d say $15 an hour for any housekeeping I provide would be fair.”

“Okay, fair enough. We could also use someone to help us with the laundry. The girls are supposed to do their own but the laundry is just piling up.” He says.

“Not a problem.”

“Great. So if you can come in sometime this morning and get started on that, the kitchen especially is a real disaster.”

“Sure.” I reply.

“I’ll be in the office today so come say hi when you get in.” He hangs up the phone without even bothering to say goodbye.

Before checking the phone for text messages I head to the kitchen and put on a kettle. I pour myself a bowl of cereal and check my own personal phone. I had put it down last night around 8pm and never picked it back up again. There are a few texts from Mike and one from my friend Stella. I type out a quick text to Stella and then text Mike asking him to call me once he’s up. We’re supposed to hang out tonight. He had tried to convince me to go out to dinner but I figured since it’s Friday the phones would be far too busy for me to be able to relax and go out for a meal. I couldn’t exactly sit there in a restaurant and book appointments in front of strangers. Mike seems to understand but he asked if I ever get a night off. I’ll have to talk to Tim about it because I think I’ll need one sooner than later.

Cereal eaten and tea made, I crawl up onto the couch and start replying to texts. Four girls are working tonight, Maggie, Ebony, Syndy and Dixie. Taylor was supposed to be working but she sent me a text around 6am saying one of her kids was sick and she’d have to stay home with them. I wonder if she’s told Tim already or if it’s now my job to liaison between the girls and him. I shoot him off a quick text to let him know she is not going to be able to come in today. While I’m texting I hear Sophie’s door open. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she walks into the living room and drops herself on the couch next to me.

“Late night?” She asks through a yawn.

“2:30. I woke up at 7 though and couldn’t get back to sleep.” I answer.

“Oh, I hate when that happens. How are you feeling?” She asks, resting her head on the back of the couch.

“Not bad, a little bit tired. Tonight is going to be another long night I think.” I glance down at the phone and then place it on my lap.

“Little bit of a difference between booking for one girl and booking for a few, huh?” She asks, winking at me.

“I’d say.” Another text comes in and it’s a booking for Maggie at noon. I respond to the text quickly and Sophie waits for me patiently. “It’s surprisingly busy in the morning.I’m already starting to get to know the regulars though which is nice.”

“I have to get ready and get to school but I’m not feeling motivated in the least. And then I have a client coming by later and Joe said he’d be coming by to hang out after that. Any chance if you’re home today you could clean up a bit? I’ll pay you!” She smiles sweetly at me and does her best to tempt me, batting her eyes.

“I actually have to leave pretty soon. Apparently I’m the new maid and I’m responsible for cleaning up after them.” I say, not sounding exactly enthused.

“Ew, really? They better be paying you.” She says.

“Oh, he is. I don’t clean for anyone for free.”

“I’ll leave you a shiny new fifty dollar bill if you do my laundry and make this place look halfway decent before my client gets here at 6.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. I should be back this afternoon. I just have to go and clean up the kitchen and do some laundry, shouldn’t be too bad.” I say, hoping that I’m not stuck at the townhouse for too long. I have my own laundry to do, too.

“Okay, my dear. You have fun at work and I’m going to have just as much fun at school.” She kisses me on the cheek and rolls off the couch, dragging herself back towards her room. All the texts have finally been answered and I leave the phone on the couch and head back to my room. I finish getting dressed and throw on some makeup before grabbing the phone and heading out the door. As soon as I make my way into the parking garage the phone rings. I look around and see that there is no one around so I decide to answer. It’s a booking for Ebony at ten, a regular who already knows where the townhouse is. I decide to turn the phone off while I’m driving, I don’t need any temptation. After a small fender bender last year I’ve decided to do my best not to text and drive ever again. This job makes me feel like I’m obliged to answer the phone so it’s just easier to turn it off entirely.

There’s a parking spot right outside of the townhouse and I gladly take it. I turn the phone on while walking up the steps. This time the townhouse is locked and I have to ring the door bell. Finally after a few moments Maggie opens the door for me.

“Morning!” She says, a small smile on her face.

“Hey, you’re here early. I thought you started at ten.” I check the phone and confirm that it’s only 9am.

“Rent is due soon, thought I might come in early just in case.” She says, giving a small shrug of her shoulders.

“I have one for you at noon.” I say, walking past her into the foyer.

“Great. I hope today is busy.” She says, her voice soft and gentle.

“It’s just you, Ebony, Syndy and Dixie today. Taylor called in, something about one of her kids being sick.”

“That is good news. I prefer when there are only a few of us.” She doesn’t need to say why, less escorts working typically means less competition.

“I’m here to clean and then I’m heading back home.” I turn around the corner and the sight of the kitchen takes my breath away. “It’s even worse than it was the other day.”

“Yes.” Is all she says. Maggie smiles at me one last time and heads back upstairs to her room and her laptop. Looking around me I can’t help but let out a long , drawn out sigh. The mess that I saw previously is still there except now there is even more garbage piled on top of the old stuff. The sink is filled to the brim with dishes and the counter space is as well. The garbage is filled to the top and it stinks. I scrunch my face up, not exactly thrilled by the task ahead of me. Remembering that I need to say hi to Tim, I run downstairs to do so.

Tim is sitting in the big leather chair with his laptop open in front of him. He doesn’t bother to look up. “Hello Sarah.”

“Hey Tim. You got my text that Taylor isn’t coming in, right?” I ask, leaning up against the wall.

“Yes, she texted me too. Thanks for making sure I knew though.” He finally looks up at me and he very obviously looks me over, his eyes lingering a little bit too long at my chest. “Thanks for coming in. As you can see it’s a disaster up there. The laundry room is just back there.” He says pointing to a door at the back of the room.

“Okay, I’ll get started on the laundry first.” I’m about to ask him if there is any laundry in any of the rooms upstairs when I walk into the laundry room and see that the entire floor of the medium sized room is full of dirty sheets and towels. There is a huge pile in the corner as well and it looks about ready to topple over. I don’t bother asking him if there is more laundry upstairs, there’s no way there could be. This looks like two weeks of laundry at least. I wish I had remembered to bring some latex gloves but unless I want to run to the store I better just get over my squeamishness. I take a moment to figure out the controls of the washer and get a load started, gingerly touching the dirty sheets and towels and shoving them in. I wash my hands in the laundry room sink and before I can stop myself I instinctively dry them on a towel that was hanging from the sink. Immediately after doing this I remember that all the towels down here are dirty and somewhat mildewy, so I wash my hands again and this time I just dry them off on my pants.

I exit the room and shut the door behind me. “Wow, that’s some pile of laundry… ”

Tim doesn’t say anything, he just looks up at me like I’ve really interrupted him and smiles. Without a word he looks back to his laptop and immerses himself into whatever he has been doing. I take the hint and head back upstairs. The phone buzzes in my pocket and I answer it. Another booking for Maggie, this time at 2pm. I mark the booking into the phone and send Maggie a text to let her know, despite her being just a few feet away I figure it’s easier if I don’t go and bother her from whatever she is doing. Placing the phone on the microwave stand, I start work on the dishes. The phone doesn’t stop just because I’m elbow deep in suds so I’m forced to stop every once in awhile to answer a call or respond to a text. I’m halfway through the dishes when I hear the doorbell ring. I wait a moment to see if any one else is going to get up to answer it but it soon becomes clear that no one is.

I open the door and I’m greeted by a pretty smiling face. “Hello!” She says in a singsong voice. I haven’t seen her face before but I can tell that it’s Syndy. A petite girl, just shy of five feet tall, with enormous boobs. She’s our dominatrix.

“Hey, I’m Sarah, nice to meet you. Syndy, right?”

“Yes, that’s me. Nice to finally meet you, too.” She walks past me and drops her purse on the floor. She kicks her shoes off into the closet and closes the door, hiding the mess of shoes accumulating there. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I’ve been asked to clean up a bit.” I say, nodding towards the kitchen.

“I keep meaning to clean up that mess in there but it gets frustrating when you know 95% of the mess isn’t yours.” She says, her big blue eyes looking up at me.

“Yeah, totally.” As tempted as I am, I don’t mention that maybe she could just clean up after herself and that way she knows which mess is hers. After all, I’m getting paid for this so how much can I really complain?

“I’m going to head upstairs unless you’d like some help?” She asks, nervously eyeing the pile of work behind me.

“No, I’ve got it, thank you though.” I smile at her and she smiles back, clearly relieved that I don’t have plans to force her to assist me in my chores. She nods her head and takes the stairs two at a time. I’m just about to turn around to head back into the kitchen when the doorbell rings again. It’s Dixie. I open the door for her and step aside.

“Hello. Where’s Tim?” She says, the hello barely out of her mouth before she’s demanding to know where Tim is.

“Hello Dixie. He’s downstairs.” I’m sure she doesn’t want to engage in small talk with me so I walk back into the kitchen, eager to get this finished so I can go back home. As soon as I get my hands wet another text comes in. I read the incoming message, it’s a text from Ebony saying she won’t be in til 2pm. I text her back “OK” and get back to the dishes. The phone finally stops ringing for awhile and I manage to finish the last of the dishes. As soon as I’m done with the dishes another text comes in and it’s someone wanting to book Dixie for 11am. I glance at the clock on the wall and see that it’s already 10:30am. Dixie didn’t looked dressed for work when she came in so I decide to check with her first. I’m about to send her a text when I realize that it will take much less time to just walk down there and ask her.

Walking into the basement I find Dixie sitting on top of Tim, straddling him. I’m taken aback by this and for a moment I don’t say anything. Tim tilts his head and looks around Dixie.

“Yes?” He says.

“Sorry… I just got a booking request for Dixie but it’s for 11am. I wasn’t sure if that was enough time for her to get ready.” I say, trying not to let my surprise show in my voice.

“Yeah, that’s fine, book him. How long is it for?” Dixie says, not bothering to turn around and look at me.

“Half an hour.” I reply.

“Tell him that I’ll be ready for him at 11am.” She runs her hands up and down his chest before standing up and walking up the stairs. I wait for her to get to the top of the stairs before I follow her up. I look at Tim one last time before heading upstairs and he catches me looking at him. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles and then looks back down at his laptop.

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Escort Agency Talk – Episode 43

A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts, Episode 43

I managed to book Ebony for an hour long appointment starting at 1:30am. If she was happy to hear that she had another booking, she didn’t let on. When I called her after her half an hour appointment ended she was snippy and short with me. I shrugged it off and laid down to close my eyes.
by Sarah Brooke

I checked for her confirmation at 1:30am saying the customer had arrived and set my alarm for 2:25am to make sure I was awake for when she would text me again to tell me that her client had left. At 2:35 she finally texts me to say that the gentleman had left twenty minutes before. I marked the booking down and turned the phone off to go to sleep. 8am came much too soon and I struggled to fully wake myself before the texts started coming in again.

After all the texts have been responded to, I take the opportunity to jump in the shower. I wish I had remembered to shower last night but I didn’t and I feel gross so it must be done. I let the hot water wash over me and close my eyes. As soon as I start to relax the phone starts ringing. I know that I don’t have enough time to jump out of the shower, dry my hands and answer it so I let it go to voice mail. That’s the end of my leisurely shower though and I rush to wash up all the essential body parts. Within a few minutes I’m done and by the time I’m out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, the phone is ringing again.

“Angel Escorts, Roxy speaking. How can I help you?” I say, my voice sounding perking and fun despite my tiredness.

“Hey Roxy, how are you this morning?” the voice on other end says.

“I’m very well and how are you?” I keep up the perky tone of voice.

“I’m good but I could be better. Tell me, is Syndy available for a dom session today?”

“Syndy is definitely available today, what time were you thinking?”

“Noon would be perfect.”

“I will book you for noon. May I get your name please?”

“Yeah sure, it’s Patrick.”

“Okay great. So she is located off of Brian Road and Stanley. Can I text you at this number, Patrick?”

“Yes, you can but please don’t call this number.”

“No problem. What I’ll do is I will text you before your appointment to let you know that everything is still a go. When you get to Brian and Stanley Road area, just send me a text and I’ll give you the street and house number.”

“Okay, sounds good. You can’t give me that info now? I wanted to plan out my trip.”

“Unfortunately I can’t but I can let you know that it is extremely close to that crossroad.” I say.

“Okay, no problem. I’ll text you when I’m there.”

“Awesome, thank you Patrick. Have a great morning.”

“You too.” He hangs up and I follow suit. Still wrapped in my towel, I walk to my closet and decide on a pair of black leggings and a long but thin sweater. I toss the phone down on the bed and get dressed. Two texts come in while I’m getting my clothes on. One is a request for Syndy and another a request for Maggie. I respond to them quickly and the gentleman inquiring about Syndy books her for this evening at 8pm.

I text Syndy to let her know that she has an appointment at noon. She replies asking how long it is. Fuck. I completely forgot to ask him. Instead of replying to her and admitting that I’d forgot to ask, I text Patrick and ask him how long he was hoping to see her for. Of course he doesn’t respond right away and I start to worry. It’s not a big mistake but it’s a mistake and I don’t want to have to admit that I’ve already made one. Ten minutes later I’m drafting up a text to Syndy explaining to her that I had forgot to ask the client how long he wanted to book her for when Patrick’s phone number shows up on the caller ID.

“Hello- Thanks for calling me back.” I say, very relieved.

“No problem. Does Syndy have to cancel or something?”

“No, no, nothing like that. I just realized that I had forgot to ask you how long your appointment is for today with Syndy?”

“Oh, no problem. Half an hour to start but if I need more time, can I stay for an hour?”

“Absolutely, I will pencil you in for an hour but I’ll let her know that it could just be half an hour.” There is a genuine smile in my voice, I’m so relieved that Syndy won’t have to find out about my little mistake.

“Sounds good. You have a good day, Roxy.”

“Thank you, love.” I hang up and immediately erase the drafted text to Syndy. Instead I tell her that he wants a half hour for sure but possibly an hour. She responds back right away saying thanks.

My stomach grumbles and I follow its lead into the kitchen. I spot Sophie’s dishes still in the sink and I throw two Pop Tarts into the toaster and get to work on doing her dishes. I may not be actively working for her anymore but I still live in an amazing apartment that I’m barely paying rent for, all thanks to her generosity.

The least I can do is make sure the place looks decent for when she has clients over. I hear the toaster pop and as if in response, the phone goes off as well. It’s just a text so I decide to finish the dishes before drying my hands and checking the message. While I’m drying my hands a call comes in and the phone starts to ring. I answer the call and it’s a gentleman requesting Taylor, who I inform him is not working today.

I let him know the names of the other girls that are working today and ask him if perhaps he’d like to see one of them instead but after pausing for a moment to think, he replies that he’d rather wait for Taylor and asks when she is working next. I tell him to hold on one moment and I rush back to my room, thankful that my laptop is on and the website is open to the girls schedule for the next week. I tell him that Taylor will be in on Saturday and Sunday and he thanks me and tells me he will call back on Friday.

I’m replying to another text when a call comes in. It’s Ebony. I close my eyes and sigh before pressing Talk.

“Hello?” I say.

“Is that how you answer the phone? You’re supposed to answer ‘Angels Escorts, how can I help you?’” Ebony says, ever helpful.

“Hi Ebony, yes I do know that, but I saw that it was you calling so I figured I could cut the intro.”

“Well then.” She pauses for a moment as if waiting for me to say something, but I don’t. “Do you have any calls for me yet?”

“Are you at the townhouse already?” I ask, suspecting that she isn’t.

“No, but I want to know when my first call is. I don’t want to come in until I have an appointment.”

“Um, okay. There’s nothing so far but the phones are pretty busy so I’m sure I will have something for you soon. How much notice do you need to get yourself to the townhouse?”

“An hour.”

“Okay, well I will let you know when you get a call. If we get a booking that wants to see you now, you might lose out on it because you’re not at the townhouse and ready.” I say.

“No, don’t you lose any of my calls. You just tell them that I’ll be ready in thirty minutes and then make up some excuse as to why they have to wait an extra half hour.” She says, her voice rising in anger.

I don’t respond for a moment, I’m trying to figure out what the best way to deal with her is. Clearly it’s not good business to tell a client a lie just to cover for an escort who doesn’t want to get her ass in to work on time. “I think it would be best if you just came in to work and that way I can get you bookings and not have to potentially lie to the customers.”

“Excuse me!” She sounds angry and I take a deep breath, waiting for what she’s going to say next. “I tell you what to do, do you hear me? They’re my bookings and you’ll do what I want with them.”

I have no reply to that and she doesn’t wait long for me to answer her anyways before she continues. “If there’s a problem, take it up with Tim.” She then hangs up on me. I stare at the wall for a moment, trying to regain my composure. I decide to do exactly what she wants and I call Tim.

“Hi Tim, It’s Sarah. Sorry to bother you so early in the day. I just wanted your opinion on something.” I say.

“Sure, go ahead.” He sounds wide awake and I’m glad I haven’t woken him.

“Ebony just called me. She’s not at the townhouse but she wants me to still book her as if she is. She said it will take her an hour to get to the house, but told me if she gets a call from someone wanting to see her ASAP that I am to tell her client that she’ll be there in half an hour. Then she wants me to lie to the guy after half an hour passes and say she’s delayed somehow.”

“Yeah, she does that a lot. It’s okay. She probably won’t get any bookings that will only give her half an hour to get ready and if she does, try to book the client with one of the girls who is already there and waiting.” He says, his voice calm and collected.

“Okay, I’m guessing I won’t tell her that part.”

“No, just tell her that it’s fine. I don’t want you actually doing that as a matter of course but if it does happen, just go with it. Customers that are looking for a black girl will typically wait for them. She’s the only one we have so she’s somewhat in demand.”

“I just wanted to check with you, it seemed like a sketchy thing to do and I didn’t want to do it without talking to you first.”

“I appreciate that. Ebony can be difficult to work with. She is bossy and demanding but you’ll get used to her.” With that he hangs up the phone, not even bothering to say goodbye. I can’t help but be a bit shaken by my conversation with Ebony. It’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone speak to me like that. It’s not something I want to get used to but I fear it might become part of my job description.

 

 

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Escort Agency Talk – Episode 42

A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts, Episode 42

It’s well past midnight by the time I arrive home. I notice the large black pair of men’s shoes by the door and I hope to God that Sophie’s client doesn’t catch me sneaking in. Walking past the kitchen I can’t help but notice that Sophie’s sink is full of dishes. I wonder how long it will take for her to start cleaning up after herself again. I don’t mind cleaning up after her but I might be too busy with this new job to make sure that the apartment is spotless before her customers come over.
by Sarah Brooke

I slowly and very carefully tip toe towards my bedroom, hoping that the squeak that I know is coming from opening my door isn’t loud enough to freak out her client. The soft moans coming from Carmen’s room don’t stop, even why my door loudly creaks open. I hurry inside and shut the door behind me. Safe. My heart is beating nearly through my chest. I’ve always hated sneaking in when she has a client here. Sophie doesn’t seem to worry nearly as much as I do but I don’t ever want to run in to one of her clients on the way out.

I put on some headphones and listen to a No Doubt CD while going through all of the text messages Angel Escorts received today. Things had finally slowed down in the last hour or so but I was told to expect for texts and calls to be coming in all night long. I was allowed to turn the phone off after the girls last customer of the night but the phone had to be back on for 8am sharp. I lost myself in thought, wondering just what I was going to do with such little sleep. It was already past midnight and Maggie was with a two hour booking and Ebony was with a thirty minute. I’d be up until at least 2am waiting for Maggie to be done with her client. That gave me only six hours of undisturbed sleep before starting again.

I must have started to doze off because when Sophie jumps on the bed next to me, it scares me half to death. By the time I remove my headphones, Sophie is laughing uproariously.

“I have never heard you make such a strange noise. It was like a mix between a scream and a hiccup.”

“You scared the shit out of me, woman!” I say, tossing my walkman and headphones onto the bedside table.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. So, tell me, how did your first day go?”

“It went.” I can’t contain the yawn and it slips out. “I thought I was going to be able to come home sometime today but they kept me there late.”

“Yeah, I was expecting you back earlier than this. How did it go though?” She asks.

“It was okay. The girl who was with me for most of the day, showing me the ropes, she was really cool. Very sweet and soft spoken. I can’t picture her working as an escort though, she’s so…. sweet.” I say.

“Oh, what, and I’m not!?” She jokingly hits me with a pillow and I don’t even bother to protect myself in any way. The pillow hits me flat in the face.

“Did I really deserve that?” I slowly open my eyes to make sure another pillow isn’t forthcoming.

“Sorry. I’m really fucking hyper. I took a nap after class and woke up all wired.”

“I’m sure your client appreciated that.” I mutter.

“He booked for two hours and left after an hour. He does that all the time. I love that guy.” She focuses her attention on a fingernail and she must see something that needs improving with it because she sticks her finger in her mouth and starts chewing. “Who else did you meet today? Anyone interesting?”

“Actually hold on, I’ll show you.” I hop off the bed and grab my laptop from the desk. Crawling back onto the bed next to Sophie, I open a browser and bring up the Angel Escorts website.

“Here… This is Maggie. She’s Indian, very pretty and unbelievably petite. She’s tiny.” I bring up Maggie’s profile. None of the pictures show her face of course but I figure it gives Sophie a better idea of who I am talking about if she can at least see their bodies.

“Look at her wrists, she looks starved!”

“She said she’s trying to put on weight, I guess she’s been stressed or something. I didn’t want to pry since it was the first day I’d met her.”

“She must be anorexic.” Sophie says, very sure of herself.

“I don’t know about that but maybe. Some people are just naturally tiny, you know.” I say, defending Maggie though I’m not sure why. “She ate McDonald’s for lunch and dinner today. She can’t be all that anorexic.”

Sophie thinks for a minute. “Maybe bulimic then.”

I don’t reply, instead I click on to Ebony’s profile. “This is Ebony, real name Shannon.”

“What’s she like?” She asks, squinting her eyes to get a better look.

“She is already a huge pain in my fucking ass.” I blurt out.

Sophie laughs. “Oh yeah? How so? What happened?”

“She comes in like she owns the place, barges downstairs into the little training session Maggie and I were having and starts talking about herself without even asking who I am. She just starts talking at Maggie, notice I said talking AT Maggie and not talking TO Maggie. She starts telling her about this new pair of boots she bought that cost $300. $300 for a pair of boots.They weren’t even that nice, Soph. In the same breath that she is boasting about her new boots, she’s telling Maggie that she needs to get bookings today. Lots of bookings. She completely ignored me, didn’t introduce herself at all.”

“Sounds like a bitch.”

“Maggie said as much. Finally when Maggie was able to get a word in edgewise she pointed to me and introduced me as the new phone girl. I don’t know who Ebony thought I was but when she found out I was the new phone girl she started bothering me about getting her lots of bookings. As if I have any control over how many bookings she gets!”

“So, did you get her bookings?” Sophie says, teasing me.

“I did but apparently not as many as she wanted because she repeatedly came down to tell me that she needed more bookings. I guess there’s another pair of boots that she desperately needs to add to her collection? How do boots even cost that much money, where the hell did she buy them?” I shake my head back and forth slowly, trying to figure out what my most expensive item of clothing is. A coat I splurged on a few years ago, maybe.

“How many bookings did she get?” Sophie asks.

“Three. Two half hours and a full hour.”

“That’s not that bad. That’s pretty good actually.”

“I thought so too but apparently she did not agree.” I say, remembering how she would come downstairs every hour or so to complain about the lack of bookings. When I had asked Maggie if she was always like this Maggie had just closed her eyes and nodded. “There were only two girls on today, there were supposed to be three though. One of the girls who was supposed to be in just didn’t show. Her name is Dixie, real name Sheila. She was actually supposed to be the one to let me in to the townhouse today and give me a briefing but she just didn’t show. First she said she was going to be late then she called to say she was going to be even later. Finally she texted four hours later to say that she wasn’t coming in at all. I had a booking for her too! She just blew it off entirely.”

“Sounds like she’s going to be a pain in your ass.” Sophie said.

“Here she is, take a look at her.” I click to Dixie’s page on the website. Her pictures are fabulous and show off her amazing body very well. “She’s absolutely gorgeous in person. Remember I told you about the girl who let me in to meet Tim yesterday? She just opened the door and without a word, went back upstairs?”

“Yep, I remember.”

“That was her.”

“Ah.” Sophie says, pulling her phone out of her pocket and checking it quickly. “I have to shower, do you mind if I use yours? You can come talk to me while I shower.”

“Sure.” I reach into my closet and grab two fresh towels for her and follow her into the bathroom. She turns her back to me and starts to strip. Ever the friend, I reach into the shower and turn the hot water on for her. “So I had all these calls and texts for Dixie today because she was scheduled to be working and she just doesn’t show.”

“Does she do that a lot?” She sticks her hand underneath the stream of water and finding it satisfactory, steps in and closes the shower door behind her.

“From what Maggie said, yes. She is late a lot but typically shows up. I guess today she decided it would be a great first day for me if I was forced to string clients along and then tell them ‘oh hey, guess what, Dixie decided not to show today, so fuck you’.”

Sophie lets out a soft chuckle from the shower. “What did you tell them? The guys, I mean?”

“I said she had a family emergency. Lame excuse but I can’t tell them she’s sick, that kind of grosses them out right? And if she’s going to be working tomorrow, I don’t want anyone thinking she’s going to give them germs.”

“I hope the bitch shows up tomorrow.” Sophie says, her voice half muffled.

“Me too. Maggie and I decided to give the two guys who were trying to book her today 10% off for their next appointment with her. That sucks because then I lose money too, right.”

“Gotta keep the customers happy though.” She says.

“I know. Tomorrow Maggie, Dixie, Ebony and Chantal are on. Maggie told me that Ebony despises Chantal so we basically have to keep them apart. They each stay in their own room and if they cross paths, there might be fireworks.”

“They can’t keep it together enough to not fight with each other, even at work?”

“Apparently not. Usually they try to schedule them not to even work on the same days but Ebony is demanding to work every day this week so we had no choice but to have them on at the same time.”

“How else will she afford her boots?” There is a smile in Sophie’s voice. We’ve always been very fashionable and enjoy shopping however neither of us have ever had a taste for expensive clothes or brand names. Why buy one expensive item when you can buy fifteen affordable things for the same price? Although Sophie has invested in some seriously sexy and expensive items for her escorting, she typically doesn’t spend much on her own personal wardrobe. We like finding deals rather then dropping huge amounts of money.

“Fuck, the phone. Be right back.” I rush to the bedroom and grab the phone right before the voice mail picks up. “Angel Escorts, this is Roxy, how may I help you?”

 

 

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Escort Agency Talk – Episode 41

A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts, Episode 41

I forget just how long it takes to get myself ready in the morning and by ten to eight I have to admit to myself that I have time to dry my hair or do my makeup but not both. I give myself a long, hard look in the mirror and decide on the makeup. I quickly apply some eyeliner, mascara and blush and clip my hair back before grabbing my purse and running out the door.
by Sarah Brooke

Easing my way out of the parking garage, I curse myself for not setting my alarm half an hour earlier. Being late on the first day is hardly a good impression. Thankfully, traffic isn’t terrible and I make it to the townhouse in good time. I flip open my phone and my heart stops when I see that it’s already five past and I’m officially late for my first day. I find a parking spot halfway down the road and sprint up the street towards the house.

Arriving at the door, I knock a few times in fast succession and then wait, trying my best to control my breathing and hoping that I will look composed by the time the door opens. A minute later, still no answer, so I knock again. Hearing absolutely no sound from the other side, I press my ear against the door and listen. Nothing. I mumble some expletives under my breath and turn around to take a seat on the front step. I play with my phone, trying to find something to do or someone to text but it’s far too early for friendly banter so I end up playing a game and zoning out.

“Hey, Sarah?” A voice shakes me out of my daze and I look up to see a small and beautiful dark skinned girl standing almost directly over me. I have no idea how she managed to sneak up on me and I guess my surprise is written all over my face because she says “Sorry, did I startle you? I’m Sareema but you can call me Maggie.”

I stand up, straighten my pants and extend my hand. She somewhat reluctantly extends her own and the handshake is weak with no power behind it.

“I think Dixie was supposed to meet you here this morning but she had a late night so I’m here instead.” She smiles at my shyly and I smile back. “The doors open, go ahead in.” She nods her head towards the door and I turn to see if she’s right. An escort agency with an unlocked door… I shake my head at the thought of it.

“I just have to go grab the phone, it should be in one of the bedrooms but I’m not sure which.” She disappears up the stairs and I wait for her. I peek into the kitchen, curious to see what it looks like, and I’m shocked to see just how much of a mess there is. Food left out on the counter, the sink piled high with plates. Fast food containers and empty coffee cups litter the entire surface of the counter. I fight the urge to clean and instead I wait patiently for her to return. “Okay, here we go. Let’s go sit downstairs, the calls and texts should start coming in soon.” I notice she has a laptop tucked under her arm and I follow her into the basement. She plugs the laptop in and sits in the same chair that Tim had sat in yesterday.

“What time do the calls usually start most days?” I ask her, all the while trying to decide if I should sit across from her or next to her. I assume that she wants to show me something on the laptop so I decide on a seat next to her.

“Sometimes they just don’t stop all night. I see we have some missed texts from a few hours ago, whether they are guys trying to arrange a quickie before work or trying to arrange one before passing out after a night of drinking, I’m not sure.”

She boots the laptop up and we sit there silently while she scrolls through the texts. “Looks like Dixie has a request from a regular for this afternoon.” She holds the phone out to me so I can see. The callers name has been saved as “DIXIE AND CHANTAL REGULAR RUNS OVER”.

“So, he frequently goes over his time?” I ask, biting my lip after asking the question.

“Exactly. This guy is terrible for it. His name is Trevor, I think. Sometimes he will ask to see other girls but he typically sees Dixie or Chantal. Those two girls already know that he likes to go over his time but the other girls might not, so if he books with any of the other ladies, warn them ahead of time that they will have to be extra vigilant about time.”

I nod and then realize she’s looking at the phone, not me, so I mutter an agreement.

“This guy was probably just drunk or a really terrible speller.” She hands the phone to me and I try to decipher what the gentleman was trying to say.

“Looks like classic drunk texting to me.” I say and she smiles.

“I think so too.” She grabs the phone back from me. “This is how you edit the numbers. For this, we would say something like Inquiry, then today’s date, then who he was inquiring for. You can also put what time the call or text came in at and if you think they were drunk, wasting time, etc.”

“Okay, cool.” I say, nodding my head.

“It just makes it easier for you. We get some time wasters who text or call frequently and that way you know not to book with them. If you get someone who books and then just does not show, you save that in the phone as ‘DO NOT BOOK, NO SHOW’. We don’t give them a second chance. If they don’t show for a booking that they have confirmed, they are blacklisted.”

“If that happens with a regular, do you let it slide?” I hope I’m not annoying her with all my questions but I will be on my own soon enough and won’t have anyone to ask.

“It depends. We had this one guy who would book and then only show up half the time. Tim decided to tell him where to go and we haven’t heard from him since. If there’s ever a case where a regular doesn’t show, go to Tim about it and he can make the final decision. Usually we don’t want to waste time with those guys though. It really pisses the girls off when they get a booking and then the guy just doesn’t show.” She replies, her head still down and scrolling through texts.

“Understood.” I wonder just how often they get bookings that don’t show. That only very rarely happened to Sophie.

“Once they have confirmed a booking, let them know that you will be contacting them an hour before their appointment to confirm. Then you’ll call or text them just before the appointment to let them know the address. Do not ever let anyone know the address beforehand. They should only know about thirty minutes before the appointment.”

“What if they live farther away than that?”

“Just tell them the nearest crossroad but don’t give the address.” She says.

“Okay, no problem.”

“Never take bookings from a private number or a payphone. You have to be able to call them at home, work or on their cell phone. If they refuse to give that information, tell them that you’re sorry but for the safety of our girls we need that information.”

“Okay, that’s fine. That’s the same as I did when I was booking for my friend.” I say.

“Oh, is that how you got into this? I don’t know why but I assumed you were an escort before.” She says, turning her attention to me.

I smile and shake my head. “No, but it’s a safe assumption to make. I’ve never been a service provider, I just manned the phones. I also cleaned and did all the washing, fun stuff like that.”

“We have a maid service that comes in once a week but as you can see from the kitchen, it’s not quite enough.” The tone of her voice changes ever so slightly and I gather that she is not one of the ones leaving the mess.

“I really wanted to clean the moment I got in here.” I admit.

“You should ask Tim for a bit of a raise and tell him you will help clean up. Most of the customers don’t see the kitchen when they come in but once in awhile they’ll wander in for a can of pop or a bottle of water. It looks unprofessional when the kitchen is like that.” She says, crossing her legs.

“I completely agree. If I’m here for the day anyways, I’ll tidy up. It’s not a problem.”

“You’d think adult women could clean up after themselves better than that. Makes you wonder what their houses look like.” She puts the phone down and turns her attention to the laptop. I take the opportunity to take in her features. She is stunning, dark brown eyes, small dark lips. Her bone structure is perfect, she could have been a model or a muse. Everything about her is tiny, her hands, her wrists, her arms. She is flat chested and slight, I imagine she must not weigh much more than eighty pounds. I wonder how busy she is and how many guys are into tiny exotic beauties. I can’t help but try to picture her when she’s working. I imagine her in high heels and lingerie. It’s hard to picture her that way, she looks so absolutely sweet and innocent.

“So here is our email, this will need to be checked every half an hour throughout the day. I know things can get hectic but just make sure that you are checking every hour.”

“Do you find you get a lot of email inquiries?” I ask.

“Not a ton but they do happen. We try to stay on all inquiries as best we can.” She grabs a pen and piece of paper and starts scribbling something down. “Here is the username and password for this email. We all have access to the emails so don’t be surprised if once in awhile you get a text from one of the girls telling you that there is a new email in there. We’re all supposed to mark the emails as unread if we check them but I can tell you that most of the girls forget so just check all of the most recent emails and see if any have been replied to. The girls aren’t supposed to reply to them but since Steph left we’ve all kind of taken over answering them and I wouldn’t be surprised if the girls got stuck in the habit of replying.”

“Was Steph the last booking agent?” I bite my lip again after asking the question. I’m slightly nervous and I hope it doesn’t show.

“She was. She left a few weeks ago and things have been haywire ever since.” She sighs.

“Oh, Tim told me she had just left last week. I didn’t know she had been gone for so long. What happened?”

“It’s not really my story to tell.” She says. I wait patiently to see if she will say anything else but she doesn’t, she just continues going through the emails. “I will let you respond to these. Our schedule is on the website and most of the time it’s accurate but once in awhile one of the girls will not show up so you’ll have to let the gentleman know that they’re not available. For example Dixie is supposed to be starting at 10am today but she won’t really be starting til after noon. If anyone requests her before that, tell them she won’t be starting til 1pm just to be safe.”

“Does she not show up for her shifts a lot?”

“She’s late a lot.” She says nothing else. She pushes the laptop towards me and I check the emails that I saw her open a moment before. Basic questions, one asking which girl offers greek and another asking if any of the girls are open for a threesome later.

“A threesome, is that extra? And which girls offer it?”

“All of us offer duos but they are not fully interactive.” She replies.

“So no oral sex on each other?”

“We’ll touch and kiss and sometimes go a bit further but besides Ebony none of us will perform oral on another girl.”

“How much extra for a threesome?” I ask. She leans over me and grabs the mouse and quickly types in the website name.

“Here are the rates and services. Beside each girls name is what they offer. You’re familiar with all of the acronyms?” I take a quick glance and see a few I don’t recognize but instead of admitting this I nod my head yes and promise myself that I will research these acronyms later. “The price for duos is here. We get quite a few requests for them.”

“Do you want me to tell the guys that you ladies aren’t fully interactive?”

“No, in most cases they’d talk themselves out of the duo. If they ask, don’t lie, but for the most part they just want two girls at once and it won’t matter that they aren’t going all the way together. It’s just a show.”

I nod and think back to the huge amount of money one of Sophie’s regulars had offered us for a duo. I don’t think that kind of money will ever be offered my way again. Just then a call comes in and Maggie passes the phone to me.

I take a deep breath and press Talk. “Angel Escorts, Sarah speaking.”

The voice on the other end is deep and calm. “Hey Sarah, I was hoping to book with Maggie today, is she available?”

I check on the website and see that Maggie is available from noon to midnight. “She is, what time were you thinking?”

“How about now?” He says.

“Just give me one minute and I’ll find out for you.” I hold the phone tight to my chest and turn to Maggie. “He wants to know if he can book you now. I know it says noon I just wanted to make sure you didn’t want to see him before telling him so.”

“I could see him any time after 10am but not before.” She says and I nod, bringing the phone back to my ear.

“What about 10am?” I ask him.

He pauses for a minute, thinking. “I really need something right now. Thanks anyways though.” We say our polite goodbyes and he hangs up.

“He wants something before work.” Maggie says. “That was good though. We’ll have to come up with a fake name for you though. You probably don’t want to be using your real name.”

“Oh shit, I hadn’t even thought of that. When I worked for my friend I just pretended I was her.”

“Did the guys fall for that?” Maggie asks.

“Oh yeah, even her regulars never caught on. Well, that’s not entirely true, I think she had a few guys say something but they never really pushed it. People can sound very different on the phone, right?” I say, shrugging my shoulders.

“Yes, that’s true. So you’re okay staying here today to take calls?” She asks.

“Of course. I can stay here all week if you guys want me to.”

“Today should be enough time to get you situated. Now here is where we post our ads, maybe write them down on that piece of paper. We have a bunch of pictures we use, try not to use the same photos every day. We post ads first thing in the morning, before 10am and then again after dinner time. Here is the number to a prepaid credit card, that’s what you’ll use to post the ads.”

“Okay, perfect.” I start writing down the sites and then the credit card number.

“You are more than welcome to write what you want if you’re a good writer but we mostly just copy and paste ads from the day before. Each ad needs to say our agency name in it, it must have which girls are available and a brief description of them. Always put the website at the bottom of each ad, right after the phone number. Don’t bother putting the rates, the rates are listed on the website.”

“I bet you still get a lot of inquiries asking about price.” I say, knowing full well how often I would get asked despite Carmen’s rates being openly advertised.

“Tons. We tried putting the rates in the ad for awhile and we still got people calling or texting asking how much.”

“So I can get a bit creative with the ads?” I ask. Writing Carmen’s ads were fun, I always liked that part of the job.

“Yes, absolutely.”

I quickly scan the ad she is about to post and notice a few very obvious spelling mistakes. I decide against calling her out on them and instead I will just edit the ad later and correct the problems.

I’m about to ask her a question when the upstairs door creaks open. Maggie looks down at the time on the laptop.

Maggie looks at me with a hint of frustration in her eyes. “That would be Ebony. Brace yourself.”

 

 

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Escort Agency Talk – Episode 40

A glimpse into the shadows: An insider’s adventures in the world of escorts, Episode 40

I can tell that Sophie is home; her purse is hooked around the back of a chair, her runners are scattered next to the front door and then if that wasn’t enough proof, she’s listening to some very loud music with her door open.
by Sarah Brooke

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I toss my own shoes off, throw my purse around the same chair that houses Sophie’s purse and toss my keys on to the counter. Before heading to her room, I close my eyes and try to muster up the nerve to tell her. I’m not altogether worried that she will be angry, but I don’t know what her reaction will be and I’m not exactly thrilled to find out.

I decide that it might be best to make my presence in the house known before entering her room so I call out her name a few times, but get no response. The music is loud but I doubt it’s loud enough to drown me out. She must be sleeping.

I approach her room and see her lying down, fully clothed, on top of her bed with her eyes closed. I step another foot closer to the door and the floorboard underneath me creaks. Her eyes shoot open and she turns her head towards me. When she sees me she smiles. She stretches and then beckons me to her, patting a spot next to her on the bed. I oblige, turning down the stereo as I walk past it. I throw myself onto the bed and smile back at her.

“Napping?” I ask.

“I was just thinking, mostly. I wasn’t really asleep.” She tries to stifle a yawn but it can’t be stopped and her whole face contorts. “Or maybe I did fall asleep, I’m not sure anymore. Where have you been?”

I look down at my hands, suddenly very interested in pushing back my cuticles. “Um, I went to a job interview.” I say without looking up.

“Oh ya? Where? I didn’t know you were looking for a job…” Sophie’s voice is even, she doesn’t sound upset. So far, so good.

“At an escort agency.” I try to find something else to say but I can’t. Instead, I wait for her reaction.

“Really? So you’re finally getting into the business huh?” I’m pretty sure she is joking but I can’t be certain.

“No, not like that. They need a booking agent. I thought since you weren’t really taking calls anymore I might as well find work.” I don’t mention the fact that she very recently told me she wanted to move away. We haven’t spoke of that yet and I would like to believe she was just frustrated and tired, and that she was not serious in the least.

“It’s cool, don’t worry. I’m not upset. I almost suggested it myself but wasn’t sure if you’d be interested in working for an agency.”

“Why not?” I ask, ignoring my cuticles and turning my eyes towards her.

“Agencies are a pain in the ass. Most of the girls are going to drive you nuts and the owner is probably a pervert.”

“You think so?” I ask, remembering Tim and wondering if he’s a pervert. He seemed nice enough but I didn’t get the best vibe off of him.

“I know so.” She says, speaking as if it’s a matter of fact.

“Well… how do you know so?”

“Mostly from what customers have told me about dealing with other escorts and agencies. But also from my own experiences with jealous girls messaging me online or texting to book fake appointments. There are a lot of kooky ones out there. Just be prepared for it.”

“I’ll try to be prepared. I start tomorrow so I don’t have too much time to prepare myself for the worst.”

“Tomorrow? Really? Shit. Well, that was quick.” She says.

“You’re not upset at me, are you?” I can’t help myself from asking even though she doesn’t sound upset.

“No, why would I be?” She sits up in bed and leans back against the wall.

“Because I didn’t talk to you about it first. Because this was kind of our thing. I dunno.”

“I’m not mad at all. I’ve felt badly that you haven’t had much work with me recently. I know it’s not enough to keep you going and I wasn’t sure what to do. I thought helping Joe rent his vacation home would help but it’s not enough to live on, is it?”

“Not really. At least, not yet.” I shake my head, not even wanting to think about how frustrating it’s been dealing with his meddling wife. “I’m not even sure if she will keep me around for long, she’s so controlling I feel like she’s going to take over at any moment.”

“By the way, what’s the agencies name?”

“Angel Escorts,” I reply.

“Kind of lacks imagination, don’t you think?”

“I thought the very same thing.”

“If we had our own agency, what would it be called?” She asks and looks at the wall, already trying to come up with a better name.

We both stop and think for awhile. “I can’t think of anything good but I could definitely come up with something better than that.” I say, confident in my creativity.

“Same. Show me their website.” She twists her body and without moving an inch, grabs her laptop off of the side table and places it down in front of her. A quick google search of that name and our area brings up their website. It’s a basic site with the girls profiles, pictures and services and not much else.

“Well, even my site looks better than this.” Sophie says while scrolling through the girls profiles.

“I have to try to memorize all their names and services by tomorrow.”

“Just keep this site up at all times and then you won’t have to remember their services.”

“I feel like I should at least have an idea of what they offer and not rely entirely on the webpage. I’ll end up having to tell every customer to hold on while I scroll through them to find out who offers what.” I say, not wanting to have to do that.

“Don’t worry, you’re gonna do great. What’s the pay?” She looks towards me.

“15% of the booking after profits.”

“Hmm I wonder how much that will end up being after expenses.”

“If it doesn’t end up being enough to make this worth my while, I’ll ask for a raise or quit.” I shrug my shoulders.

“Are you the only booking agent?” she asks.

“Yeah, but I think I get a day or two off each week. Or at least I hope I do. The girls are currently managing the phones themselves but the boss doesn’t like them doing that.” I realize now that I should have probably asked him about time off. Working seven days a week booking for that many girls would be exhausting. Sophie’s phone was dead most of the time so it never felt like a 24/7 job.

“I wish you the best, my dear. It makes me feel good that you are actually pursuing this as a sort of career. Clearly I didn’t make a mistake in recruiting you to help me.”

“Of course you didn’t make a mistake! Why would you say that?” I ask, surprise obvious in my voice.

“I dunno. I guess I’ve just been thinking about it a lot lately. That maybe it wasn’t a good idea to get my best friend involved in this. I’ve been wondering if maybe you agreed to do this just to keep me safe and not because you were interested in the job at all.”

“I will always be very glad that you got me in to this. It’s fun. I mean, the guys can be creeps and the hours suck, but it’s fun. I’ve enjoyed it.” I smile at her.

“You enjoyed it so much that you’re going to try to make it your career.” She winks at me and I respond by shaking my head.

“No, I don’t want it to be my career but I do think it’s a great way to pay the bills. Anything beats being on your feet all day.” I say, remembering my job as a waitress.

“You could always do what I do… then you’ll really be off your feet all day.”

 

 

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