"It all started a couple years ago when I was trying to sell 104 Brunswick Drive," Emily explained as she swirled her straw in her icy glass of coke. "It had been on the market for six months when I got the listing. Three more passed without a single nibble. I was getting desperate. It was too nice and priced too high for flippers, and there weren't many families in the market with a price range that I could work with. I was in way over my head."
Nicole munched on a plate of fries while she listened intently to Emily speak. Emily, who she had only just met in a bizarre turn of events that ended with Emily's client ejaculating in Nicole's mouth, was opening up about her own experiences with sex work. Emily was wearing a blouse under a blazer branded with the company logo, just tight enough to show off the curve of her ample chest. Besides that, the only thing that hinted at her being a sex worker was her choice of pink eyeshadow.
"I had a showing with a guy I'd never met before. He was handsome, well-dressed, a couple years younger than me, and looking to buy a really expensive house. I was smitten." Nicole smiled at the realtor's honesty.
"He liked the house after the first showing. Just not the price - go figure. We'd been trying to get the sellers to drop the price for months. I told him as much, and suggested he at least put in an offer."
"Did he do it?" Nicole offered, keeping the story going with a mouth full of french fries.
"Sort of. That's when he started to get... flirty. He said things like 'I like the house, but I love the way you look in it'. It's not uncommon for men to flirt with me when I'm touring houses with them, it can sort of feel like a date sometimes. Wine and cheese, dressed up a bit, and all alone in a big house. I was married, and not looking to cheat on my husband. But my husband and I... well, we'd hit sort of a dry spell..."
"How long had it been?" asked Nicole, listening intently.
"Year and a half." Emily replied with a grimace. "I asked the guy what it would take for him to at least make an offer on the house... and he asked me to sleep with him. No euphemisms, no hinting, just a transactional proposition." She took a long draw off her soda and took a deep breath. "I said no, initially..."
"What made you change your mind?"
"Honestly, I was horny. I couldn't stop thinking about the offer for days. I'd stay up late every night until my husband and son fell asleep to get some... 'alone time' to think about him. I wasn't looking to have an affair, but... I needed to sell that house and it would scratch my itch at the same time."
"No judgment here. I told you how I was in high school. And, uh, yesterday." Nicole's face flushed a bit. "Was it worth it? Was the sex as good as you had imagined?"
"Yes and no. I liked it quite a bit, but it was clear it was not for my enjoyment. I was there to pleasure him, not the other way around. I was just his... whore." Emily's face turned red as well, underneath the heavy makeup. "But I enjoyed being used, being fully owned by another. I liked the things he did to me, even if I would never want my husband to ever do the same."
"What sorts of things?" Nicole asked, leaning in and speaking softly.
Emily narrowed her eyes. "I'd rather not say, but I think you can probably guess."
"Anal?" Nicole said, a smidge too loudly.
Emily sighed with a glare. "I didn't mean for you to literally guess."
"Sorry. Continue." The college student went back to her french fries.
"The deal was one more 'date' if the offer was accepted, and a full sleepover after the escrow closed. But after our deal concluded, he decided he wanted more."
"Damn, you did him so well you got him to buy a whole 'nother house?" Nicole asked with a mouthful of fries.
The blonde seemed to ignore Nicole's badgering. "He offered to pay me cash at first, but I hated that idea. It was one thing to do this to help my career, but cash made it seem like a complete career change, and I was never looking to be a... professional." Emily continued..
"A month went by without hearing from him, but he showed up one day when he booked more property tours with my office. This time it wasn't for him, it was for his business. A cheap fixer-upper that they could renovate was the criteria this time. But the deal was the same."
"Your price dropped, that's not good." Nicole's commentary didn't seem to be winning her any favors with her new boss, but that didn't seem to faze the young woman..
"Anyway... I sold a few to him that way. Eventually he grew tired of me, or ran out of money, or who knows, as I stopped hearing from him. My sales dried up, so I went for it again with the next guy who flirted with me. Turns out, the trick to being a successful realtor is to get men to think with their little head rather than their big one." Emily sighed and finished her drink. "That's how I became the slutty realtor."
Nicole chuckled. "So they buy a house and you come with it?"
Nicole's boss shrugged. "Not that often, but occasionally. Sometimes it's cash, sometimes it's gifts. Whatever it takes to get paid. I try to take the path of least resistance, you know?" Emily paused and took a deep breath. "My husband doesn't know or doesn't care, and I'm making way more money than I used to, for the same job but with an occasional... fling. But I feel like I need to get out of this situation before I lose myself and my family."
Nicole raised her eyebrows. "Oh, I thought you were looking to expand."
"More like retire. There's just too much risk. But I think if I screen the guys, I'll set them up..." Emily began.
"And I'll suck them off," Nicole finished.
"I don't think that's quite how that idiom goes. But... yes. You'd be my assistant, but I won't make you do much actual work, just enough for the sake of appearances. Mostly just servicing clients. You'll get paid a generous salary for a few hours of work per week," the realtor explained.
"So taxes and shit, yeah?" Nicole said, popping the last french fry into her mouth.
"Yep, you'll get paid through the agency, so you'll pay taxes, except for 'tips'. That will keep the police out of our hair."
"ACAB," Nicole said, holding up her fist.
Emily rolled her eyes. "I can trust you, right? This is not something to brag about to your friends or to take lightly. We can both get in serious trouble for this." Emily mouthed the word "prison" with a concerned look.
"Of course, of course. When can I start?" Nicole asked with a wide-eyed smile.
