What the fuck!? Emily thought to herself. She was furious as she slammed her apartment door on the son of her landlord. She certainly wasn't going to stoop that low, but her situation was becoming more dire by the day.
It had only been two weeks since she lost her job and her financial situation wasn't good. She was becoming more and more disillusioned with her efforts at job hunting. Giving herself a shake, sitting down at her laptop, she continued with the job application she had started before she was rudely interrupted.
Emily had been working for the company that had just let her go, for less than a year. A restructure, which saw many departments moving staffing to their Asian base, this had seen her job disappear. Apart from her regular months' pay, she wasn't due any extra remittance, so needed a job and needed one quickly.
She completed the application and emailed it off, she'd lost count of the number of jobs she'd applied for, certainly more than twenty and so far, apart from acknowledgments, she'd not heard a thing.
She decided to take stock of her financial situation. Her bills were up to date, apart from the rent which had become due this morning. Her car was due it's MOT and she wasn't hopeful it would pass without work and she needed fuel if she was going to get to job interviews. She had at least got groceries that would keep her going for a week or so.
Her priority had to be the rent. Although the sleazeball guy who'd knocked on her door to ask for the money was way over keen on his debt collection, the fact was the rent was only due that day and the fact he had the audacity to suggest he could take a payment in kind was still making her blood boil.
As she raged over the nature of his suggestion, a thought came to her. If he'd be happy to exchange free rent for sex, which was clearly what he was suggesting, then maybe she could make the money she needed on her own terms. Question was, was she prepared to accept money in exchange for sex?
Emily was twenty-five years old, she had that average girl next door kinda look about her. Average height, mousey fair hair, which she kept dyed blonde to make her look hot, a slim figure, good legs and average tits, a slim waist and a nice ass. She had never had a problem finding men who were attracted to her. She'd had plenty of boyfriends, and she loved sex, but the last thing she needed now was to be looking for a man, she had money issues to resolve before anything like that.
She sat in her chair, attention away from her laptop screen as she grabbed her phone and Googled 'escorts in my area'.
At least it would satisfy her curiosity and put her off the whole idea.
She decided as she thought in her organised way, that she wouldn't want men coming to her flat. She also wanted some security, a minder, just in case of any trouble. She didn't want to take risks, and was beginning to talk herself out of the whole idea, when she found the site of a massage parlour, 'Starlets'. They were advertising for working girls and as she studied the site, she decided it was very professional and the photos of the property from where they operated looked upmarket and spotlessly clean.
Her finger hovered above the call button on the website, but she decided to give herself a little more time. Rushing into things was something she never did, one of her personal rules she had always relied on to keep herself away from trouble.
She went jogging in the park that afternoon, before a salad at dinner time, and an early night, her health regime kept her in shape and always feeling strong and in control. The massage parlour however kept popping back into her head. She could do it for a few weeks, a month max. That would give her the funds to get herself straight whilst she found a proper job and it would definitely get the low life rent boy off her case.
Next morning she decided to check her mail, and if there was nothing positive on the jobs front, then she'd call up the parlour and ask some questions.
The place didn't open until 11am, so Emily wrote down a list of questions she wanted answers to, before she would consider if to give her crazy idea a try. Emily was naturally submissive when it came to sex, but she realised in this situation she'd have to be in control, something which wasn't natural to her.
She started her list:-
Which sexual acts would she be expected to provide?
Does she have to provide services to any and every guy who asks for her, or does she get any choice in the transaction?
What are the financial arrangements?
What hours would she be expected to work?
What about security, what safeguards are in place?
Hmmm, that's probably enough questions for now, Emily thought. I don't want to appear too difficult and picky, so she kept the list in front of her as she called the number.
Emily's throat was dry and her hands were shaking when she heard the phone ringing.
A well-spoken lady answered her call and the fact that she was very professional in her manner helped Emily relax. Emily explained that she was looking for work and the lady asked when she'd be available to pop in and have a chat about working there. Emily explained that she had some questions, however, the lady cut her short.
"We never discuss things over the phone, you'll need to pop in for a chat over coffee. I'll be able to answer all your questions and put your mind at ease", the well spoken lady said firmly.
Emily responded, saying she was happy to call in for a chat and could attend any time the lady was available. The interview was arranged for 2pm that very afternoon, as Emily was keen to get it over with.
Shit! Emily thought to herself when the call was ended, what have I done!
It was ten past eleven, so only a couple of hours to get herself ready, she'd wanted an interview, the chance of work and money, but this was so crazy, what was she thinking.
After a shower, Emily did her hair and makeup. She'd decided to go all out, and picked a lingerie set with a push up bra which showed off her tits nicely, a thong and suspender belt with black stockings. A black pencil cut, fitted skirt, a blouse, which she made sure had three buttons undone to show off her cleavage and killer stilettos finished her look. As she looked herself up and down in the mirror, she decided she definitely looked hot. She'd wear her long wool coat which looked particularly classy and take the bus to her appointment.
At five to two, Emily was outside Starlets, it wasn't at all what she expected. There was nothing back street about the building, it was a period construction in the business area of town; solicitors offices, accountants and financial planners were prevalent in this area, and there was a stone archway which led to a car park next to the building. There was no external signage, but a brass plaque had simply the number of the property and the names of two guys who were the proprietors.
Plucking up all her resolve, she pressed the intercom.
"Hi Emily, please push the door and come in", 8a voice requested.
Emily recognised the voice of the well-spoken lady she'd arranged her interview on the phone with earlier that day.
Emily pushed the door open and walked in, the lady who buzzed her in, came into view, putting her hand out to greet Emily with a handshake.
"Do come through to my office Emily, where we can talk about your application. My name is Fiona and I'm the manager here", Fiona introduced herself.
