Let me tell you, being made redundant is not very funny. Not remotely funny when you have to pay rent on a flat, eat and keep warm. Not to mention all the other things that go with modern living. Redundancy on top of being dumped by your boyfriend. Life just seems to go downhill pretty quickly. Twenty seven and thrown on the scrap heap. A career in banking well and truly fucked.
My bank account was none too healthy and if I didn't find some money soon I would be out on the street or even worse have to move back in with mum and dad. When I spoke to them they sounded about as enthusiastic as I was. Not that we didn't get on, just their expectations of their only daughter were a lot different to mine. Bring men back to my room was a complete no no. And drinking was defiantly not going to happen under their roof. I'd gone back to live with mum and dad after university and stayed for about five months.
My older brother had never returned home after uni. He"d made better plans than me and found a job and a flat. He"d become a business consultant, got married and had two kids. Don't get me wrong he still came to see our parents on a regular basis. Always brought the kids and mum and dad loved him more. Me without kids was the wayward child. Neil and I got on as far as brother and sisterly love was concerned. That was as far as it went. We were never bussom buddies and would even start an argument over nothing.
So their I was sat on the sofa, mid morning eating some cereal, dressing gown half wrapped around me, nothing on underneath watching some daytime TV. My second day after being made redundant and I was bored shitless. I finished my cereal and put the bowl on the table beside me. I looked down, my gown was open showing my chest and navel. I felt my mound. The hair had started to grow and I felt the stubble. Not wiry but just enough to be noticeable. I was just ready to slide a finger into my slit when the phone rang.
"Hi Jackie, Val here. Rang to say I'm sorry you've been made redundant. How are you?"
Val was one of my oldest friends. We met at university and even though she was on the other side of town we often met for a drink or coffee. She was incorporate entertainment, conferences and the like. She gabbled on and we talked about what I was going to do next and if there was anything she could help me with. Could she find me a job?
Then we got down to nitty gritty.
"Need some help with a client and I think you would be the right person to do it."
"So what is it you need me to do?"
"Well I need to explain in some detail. So why don't I come over to yours? Say two this afternoon and I will explain."
I agreed as I had nothing else on. We said our good byes. I looked at the clock. Three hours. I was up and into the bathroom. Showered and shaved dressed and made up. I skipped lunch as this meeting sounded rather important.
I was ready and waiting. Why I was so tense I didn't know but I just was. I paced up and down, not wanting to sit and get anything creased. The clock seemed to tick by so slowly and things were running through my mind.
The door chime made me jump and I almost ran for the door. Val stood their looking absolutely beautiful. I could tell she spent money on her clothes. I invited her in and we kissed cheek to cheek. She had a bottle in her hand.
"Just something to help us relax. Couple of glasses is all that's needed."
I went into the kitchen end of the room and took out two wine glasses. I placed them on the counter and she poured the wine. Screw tops are great, no messing with bottle openers and the like. My glass was a lot fuller than hers.
"Driving, can't have to much."
We moved and sat on the sofa, me at one end and her at he other.
"You now I've told you I'm in corporate entertainment and I work with some very big companies?"
I nodded knowing she had spoken about this on many occasions.
"We I've expanded into a new area and need someone like you to help with some of my clients. I specialise in entertaining top executives, Men and women of great power and great wealth. People who will pay whatever it takes to get what they want."
I was starting to understand what she was saying. If I was right then this involved sex.
"You are a beautiful young girl and you have a personality that I know my clients would like. The money is very good and you could be earning thousands every day."
"Prostitution?"
"Well we don't like to use that word. This is the entertainment business Any money you earn will be tax free, the only deduction is a small agents fee for me. Jackie, look at it like this. I will pay you for something you have given men for nothing. My clients are very discreet. Once they have been with you, you become invisible. Meet them on the street, in a bar or anywhere else and they will not know you."
Val reached into the inside pocket of her jacket and took out an envelope. She passed it to me.
"Open it. It's yours whatever happens you keep it."
I tore open the envelope. Fifty pound notes, ten of them.
"Five hundred pounds and in a day your could make five times as much."
I looked at the money all new notes. I slid the notes back into the envelope and put it on the arm of the sofa. I looked down at my legs. What the fuck was I going to do? Fuck a complete stranger and take their money. Sit here and hope a job comes along.
"Jackie, why don't you come with me this afternoon. I have a client at five. He is expecting two girls but if you don't want to do anything you just leave it to me."
"I don't have to do anything I don't want to?"
"Of course. If you are not happy then I'll step in. Deal?"
She put out her hand and I shook it.
"First thing we have to do is get you kitted out properly. Stand up and let's have a look at you."
I stood and she took my hand leading me away from the sofa into the open area of the room
"Just stand still while I look at you."
She stepped back and her eyes went from top to bottom. She shook her head and nodded as her gaze went down my body. She signed for me to turn around. She stood right behind me and I felt her lift my skirt. Next thing I felt was her hands on my thong and them being tugged down my legs. I felt them around my ankles and she tapped my leg. I lifted my foot off the floor and she pulled the thong over my shoe. She did the other legs. She had one hand on the small of my back stopping me turning around. Her hand came up my leg and she ran it over my mound.
"Shaved this morning?"
"Yes."
"Good a lot of my clients like the little girl look. Turn around and open your blouse."