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One
She leaves first thing in the morning with a small carry bag. I saw her pack it: skimpy lingerie, sex toys, phone charger. This is why she's getting away from me, to fuck other men and herself.
We hug at the door, and I'm tempted to ask her to stick around for one more fuck, but what's the use? It won't really make either of us feel better. It was a simple exit. She's out the door and out of my life, and this great feeling of liberation crosses my entire body. I've felt this freedom before, and I know it won't last for weeks, so I know I should enjoy it while it lasts.
This is how I commemorate my return to the Kingdom of Single: I go to my work, and call all of my girls to the lobby as if we have a customer and they are presenting themselves for him or her to choose; but the person seated in the customer's chair is me.
My shop is called Championship Sexual. I sell sex with prostitutes and room hire. Dark skin, light skinned, Asian, blonde, redhead, braces, fake tits, big ass. Everything for the serious woman lover, as the ironically old-fashioned writing across the top of the door says. We're in a quiet street a few suburbs out of the city, carefully placed to attract the bare minimum of casual passerbys, but conveniently close to a free parking lot. There's no reason to come here at all, unless you live here, and the people that live here don't seem incredibly thrilled with my line of business and specials available "Hire two girls at once and get $50 off room-hire."
I get by because sex is a natural need that we need to have fulfilled in life, and for those of us who need to go to a special effort to find a sexual partner. Middle-aged to young men. Always middle-aged to young men, with dark jeans wearing dark clothing and sunglasses who've earns themselves massive pitstains by walking around the block from the nearby car park so as to not raise suspicion. I advertise in the back of glossy pornography magazines and online. I get middle-aged to young men who seem to spend a disproportionately large part of their time wanking at porn given they end up paying me and the girls anyway to get the real thing.
I get to work in a lull before a group of bookings, during a time I know we're unlikely to be disturbed. All of my best girls are there ready for the rush, and I enjoy their surprise as they see me in the customer chair.
There's thirty girls in front of me in a few minutes time, dressed in all different styles as you never know what a customer is going to want. One girl's wearing a t-shirt tucked up like a bra and pyjama style panties. Another girl's in just an open black leather jacket and a black g-string. One girl has just a carrier bag with the strap covering one nipple leaving the other beautifully exposed, and the bag covers her pussy.
I have girls so perfectly committed to making themselves feel good, making our clients feel good and earning money for the store and themselves that when I invite them out for lunch or dinner, they look mornfully at the box of as yet unused condoms and sigh. "I'd love to, but we've got a lot more of these to get through to make a lot more people happy."
"Good morning ladies."
The girls fumble and move around, sexily but they're visibley curious as to what exactly is happening.
"Good day today?"
"We have a total of seventy-six bookings over twenty-seven ladies for a total of fifty-four room hours."
"Great." I knew all of this already of course.
"Stephanie, Lucie, Maddy; step forward." These are the girls without any appointments today. They're hot girls, and if we get any walk ins, these girls will do well, but they don't know how to secure the forward bookings. To get the guy hard again as he gets dressed and makes his way out the door, before seductively hunting that he should book again so she won't have to worry if she'll ever get to see him again.
"So how have your weeks been so far? Have you been earning enough to pay your bills?"
They all nod to me and smile, "Yes, Master."
That's my next biggest concern, making sure these ladies aren't being forced to go hungry even after turning to sex employment to earn a crust.
I don't know what to say to these ladies. Precious few have any idea of my personal life; not because I'm closed off to them or anything, I just don't really talk about my life like that with others. They'd likely be sympathetic and caring if I told them a brief snapshot of recent events though, but that would just give all of the knowledge and power to them, not me, and I don't want my reputation or influence to crumble to dust.
"Our results lately have been stuck in the in-between. Some good times, some bad times."
The girls nod in understanding and look to me for guidance. This was clearly the right thing for me to say.
"This business is kept impeccably clean, as you all know, and this is important as it's what places of physical activity should be like. Clean, tidy and safe. We don't rent rooms though because they're clean and tidy," some of the girls are starting to look anxious. "We sell an experience with the room."
I rise and motion for the girls to follow me as I advance down a hall, that has a variety of doors all wide open, leading to different room experiences.
"We give our clients a sensation of power and accomplishment. You show your desire for their bodies and willingness to to everything for them. How much more successful would we be if they get to receive the emotional experience of you having special prepared the room for them, and your cleaning up afterward?"
We've walked the full length of the corridor past all of our bedroom themed rooms to the stairs at the end. These stairs take us up to our novelty rooms, where the experience is extra extra. These rooms include a bathroom, dentist/doctor surgery, a room that's artificially on fire, a dungeon, a lockerroom, a classroom, a bus interior and a room with artificial grass to simulate the outdoors.
"Your own personal take on your styling is important of course, but if when our clients arrive, they see you appear to be cleaning floors, making beds, crawling on your hands and knees for whatever reason; this will get us more returning bookings."
I turn to look at the girls and they're all nodding along their understanding at least.
"And in return for your additional work, Yu will keep a 20% cut of the room-hire rate on all of your bookings, with the exception of your first two in any shift." I look at them and hope they're not going to hate the arrangement and just tear the store down and never come back. They're each looking happy for the extra return, but wait for the kicker.
"As none of you have any cleaning equipment or clothes as of yet, and have not had to chance to design your outfits," I look levelly at them all. "Today you will be starting with our staff commonroom, and doing it naked."
"What about sex, Master?"
I look at the girl who asked. "You May of course stop cleaning when you need to go and assist a client. I think clients will be happy with your lineup in cleaning attire. As for sex with each other," I smile to myself as a thought strikes me. "You must do it in here," I motion to the commonroom. "We can't afford to just let rooms out. Because all sex in here will be for mutual fun and education, all sexual acts are free of charge. I trust this is acceptable and understood by you all?"
They nod and smile, then enter the commonroom and start to undress.
I walk in and make myself a cup of coffee, then grab a newspaper and am going to sit down to read it when my eyes can't stop watching the room in front of me from the sofa. There are thirty beautiful naked women cleaning up the room. Well, about twenty are cleaning. A few pairs have realised it's probably easier and more fun to just have sex with each other, so there's two girls engaged in 69 just further down the sofa, while four girls are on the floor in a kind of mouth-pussy-mouth-pussy-mouth-pussy-mouth-pussy circle. Another two pairs are pressed against a wall making out. Amidst all this, I'm watching some girls crawling along with hand brushes, displaying absolutely everything between their legs to me. Another's cleaning the sink from an all-fours position on the counter.