Day 1
Today was day one. I left behind my name, my waitressing job, and my studio apartment. But not a family. Can't leave behind what you never had.
I had taken the name Lady. Sophisticated, classy, and feminine. The taxi dropped me off alongside my single suitcase in front of my new home. I looked up with excitement, and my heart skipped a beat. The mansion was stunning and surrounded by well-manicured lawns and gardens. Large white pillars framed massive double doors. And the clean, white exterior shone brightly in the sun.
I knocked sharply, and the door swung open to reveal six feet of legs beneath long blonde locks. She wore a simple black dress with a deep plunging neckline. The girl introduced herself as Esther and brought me to my room. We passed through the main mansion, out the back door, past the pool area, and into one of several smaller buildings along the back of the great, green lawn.
My room was modest and clean with a twin bed in one corner and a large vanity in the other. On the opposite wall stood a door, and through it, a walk-in closet 3x the size of the bedroom - with organized spaces for jewelry, shoes, handbags.
"You're pretty." Esther said to me. "You'll accumulate a lot of stuff quickly."
I didn't understand.
"Guys only get to request you." Esther explained. "And you can always say no. But expensive gifts can be persuasive."
She pointed at her shiny, diamond necklace. "A gift from last night. He's sweet, but annoying. But I accepted tonight's request because he has the matching earrings."
After a quick dinner in a small cafeteria, Ester explained the system and gave me a tour:
"Each girl has her own room and bathroom. This is a place to keep your belongings and gifts and, if you prefer, a place to spent the night alone.
These dorms also host a doctor, dentist, tanning salon, hair and nail salon, fitness center, and cafeterias for those nights that you are not accompanying someone for dinner. Men are not permitted in the dorm buildings.
Now, we get to the fun part."
We walked back into the main mansion, and Esther led me into a large theater. The room was dimly lit, and instead of theater chairs, about fifty booths sat spaced out around the room. Beautiful women wearing high-cut leotards served drinks on rolling bar carts.
On the stage sat five chairs spaced about 10 feet apart, and in each chair sat a stunning woman wearing absolutely nothing.
"Here is where the men can view you. Decide who they want to request. We call it the Showroom." Ester explained.
I took a few steps further into the room. The beautiful female bodies on stage had taken my attention at first, but now that I looked around, I saw the men. Each one was sexy in his own way.
One in the corner had dark, gleaming skin under a black suit with a tousled mop of curls on his head.
Another closer to me had an expensive tan with a matching expensive watch to accessorize his peach, cushy lips and thick, blonde eyelashes.
Another sitting towards the front looked much younger and more stylish like he'd just grown out of a K-Pop boy band.
"All men are intensely vetted." Esther assured.
She led me towards the front corner of the room. I looked at the girls on the stage. The closest to us sat in her seat, her legs spread wide, and her face scanning the men for a potential accompaniment. The second girl was sitting on the floor, her breasts swinging heavily behind a book, a pair of large round glasses on her face.
"Some girls like to play up their persona. Helps them attract a better match for an accompaniment. Sammy here likes it rough and dirty, and she definitely know how to play that up. Layla though is quiet and reserved. Perfect for work dinners and formal benefits. The book prop helps show that."
"Who's in the middle" I asked in awe.
"Oh, that's Rose" Esther said understandingly.
My stomach flipped looking at Rose. She was standing beside the chair, scanning the men in the crowd when she looked directly at me. Her glossy pink lips parted slightly in a polite smile, and it wasn't until she looked away that I began moving my eyes down her body. Long, thick black hair flowed like silk sheets down her back, just barely touching her waist. Two perfectly round, but naturally sagging breasts sat on her chest, and her wide hips directed my gaze into between her legs.
Ester saw my focus. "She's beautiful, I know. A favorite for the guys, too."
We moved through a stage door and into the dressing room where the next set of girls was finishing their makeup. A small Japanese girl stood naked in the center of the room, her flat breasts pointed out and her thin legs straight beneath her. She bent over, and continued bending herself, until her body contorted into a mess of arms and legs.
"Tiger is flexible, a contortionist." Esther said. "She loves attention. She's not a lot of fun to share the Showroom stage with, but she is fun."
Tiger saw us and twisted down, licked herself between the legs, and came back up to wink with her tongue still sticking out. Esther chuckled and led us out into a back hallway.
We wandered through several doors and hallways until we entered the front room where we first met. The room featured a large, sweeping staircase that split at the top. Esther led me up the stairs to the right wing, or the—
"East Wing... these are rentable rooms for men and their accompaniments." Ester said. "Come. I'll show you one."
She pulled out a small touchscreen device and tapped a few times. "Room 6 is empty."
Room 6 was beautiful. A large bed, bigger than a king, was the room's centerpiece, with soft white sheets, rumpled aesthetically. A large bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub complimented the room.
"Now, the final stop on the tour."
Esther led us down a long, ornate hallway with marble floors and high ceilings... passing portraits of handsome men and glittering crystal lamps, the magnificence of the mansion on full display.
We stopped before tall, oak double doors, and Esther handed me a touchscreen device.
"This is your scheduler." She explained. "You can sign up for timeslots at the Showroom, and offer days and hours for accompaniments. Once a guy requests your time, you can approve or deny."
Esther knocked on the oak doors. An echo bounced down the hallway, and she followed it, leaving me alone. Looking back, she waved. "Good luck. See you around."
I turned to face the opening door and was welcomed by thick, tousled hair and piercing green eyes. His skin was creamy caramel and his expertly shaped beard balanced his thick, square eyebrows.
