ROYAL ESCORTS
Grace's Perspective
Grace was running late. She hoped this customer wasn't too fat, old, or ugly. Sure, she wouldn't mind having chemistry with a new guy. But if he was also cute and experienced, it wouldn't hurt.
Grace, of course, wasn't her real name. The name just perfectly fits the moniker of the business she works for. Just like a fellow escort named 'Joy' had to keep up the charade of always acting happy. Another co-worker called 'Chastity' acted all innocent. But clients considered her name a challenge.
However, she would do her job regardless with a smile. You did your best to keep the customer happy in this line of work. Very happy. This career was very demanding. She had a whole workout routine to ensure her body was lithe and slightly muscular. She never knew what might be asked of her. Having rail-thin arms was not an option.
Then, there was the makeup routine. Sometimes, the application would take an hour. Lipstick, eyeshadow, blush, eyeliner, perfume, and the hairstyle alone took more effort and time.
Thankfully, the caller was okay with a non-dressed-up look. No fancy dresses. No elegant hairstyle. No unrealistic expectations. Just wear something casual, look gorgeous, and be ready for a night of passion. The first two she could do easily. The last one she could fake if she had to. She usually did.
The day hadn't started great. She couldn't find her sneakers among her large section of lavish shoes. There was a problem with the company car she took and had to wait till it was repaired. Then, a fender bender on the freeway forced her to take a longer alternative route. Construction on the new direction added more time to a 'date' she was already late. She tried to call him on the way, but her call just went to voicemail. These were all relatively minor issues in the job of a call girl.
Almost an hour later, she arrived at the man's house. She exited the sedan wearing slim jeans, a decent t-shirt, and slightly worn sneakers. She rang the doorbell and dug into her purse to find her smartphone. She looked down, typing a report to her boss that she had finally arrived at the client's home. The door opened, and she began apologizing, "I'm sorry I'm late; there was a fender bender...".
She was taken aback by seeing a groggy-looking but beautiful woman standing before her. Almost a mirror image of herself. However, she was draped in a hasty put-on man's bathrobe.
"Look. No one told me this would be a couple," Grace said, annoyed. "That will cost extra," she pointed out.
The woman in the robe stared at her in puzzlement. "A couple?" the woman asked.
"For whatever threesome fantasy you two have planned," Grace clarified.
The woman stared back at her, still confused.
Grace checked the address beside the front door. Even she began to question if she had the right house. "This is the place," she confirmed. "This is Leo Washington's home, right?" Grace questioned.
"Oh, is that his name?" the robed woman noted. The woman glanced at a nearby power bill still on a counter. She picked the envelope up to read the address.
"Yep. That's what it says here," the mystery woman acknowledged.
"You are not also from 'Royal Escorts? Did my boss send someone else because I was running so late?" Grace asked with worry in her voice.
"Or worse. Contacted someone from a competitor,"
she speculated, frustrated.
"Royal Escorts?' the woman repeated, bewildered.
"Royal Escorts. Where we treat you like a Prince," Grace said, the company's motto.
The situation finally dawned on the woman why she was here. "Oh, that explains so much," the woman had a great epiphany.
"I apologize. But your services are no longer required," the woman was pleased to inform her.
"My boss won't be happy if I return late and empty-handed," Grace said in a dour tone. Grace held up the scanner. Unsure if she should still charge him.
"Can I see that?" the woman asked Grace. She pressed 'accept the charges' and gave the scanner back to her.
"Thank you," Grace said, feeling appreciative.
"No. Thank you for being late," the woman responded in sincerity.
Grace gave her a quizzical look.
"Now, I have to wake someone up so we can have a little talk. I tired him out. Well, I guess you can say we tired each other out," the woman confessed with a devious smile.
For once, Grace was jealous instead of annoyed. 'What did I miss out on?' she secretly wondered.
"Have a safe trip back," the woman bid adieu. She gently closed the door on a puzzled, high-class working girl.
"Wait! Who are you?!" Grace asked, naturally curious.
The door was closed, and she heard no answer. She placed her ear against it, hoping to listen to this 'little talk' when her smartphone buzzed. It was a text from her boss asking if the client was satisfied. She had forgotten to press send on her earlier text. She erased her previous response. "Yes, he is. He is exhausted and resting," Grace answered. "Well, technically, it is the truth," she reasoned.
"Good. Now, get back here. Another client wants to meet you." was the reply.
She made one last longing look at the door before returning to her car and leaving.
Leo's Perspective
Leo has spent most of the day moving into his new house. He collapsed exhausted and awoke late at night. He didn't even have time to meet his new neighbors. His recent high-paying job forced him to relocate to a new state. As much as it pained him, he couldn't convince his girlfriend to accompany him. So reluctantly, he broke up with her. With his cable hooked up, he decided to do some channel surfing. There wasn't anything worth watching at this late hour, but he did stumble across an adult commercial.
"Royal Escorts. Where we treat you like a Prince or Princess. We don't judge," a woman said in an alluring voice. "Call now or visit our website to set up an appointment. And we will send one of our professional and beautiful ladies to your home or hotel. For a night to remember," the disembodied voice concluded.
A website and phone number flashed on the screen before the commercial ended. "Yeah, right," Leo scoffed at the idea. "Like I'd be that lonely or desperate," he said, stifling a yawn. Unable to keep his eyes open, he turned off the TV and fell asleep again.
The following morning, he started his first day at his job. Everything was going great. He enjoyed his work, and his co-workers even invited him to go with them to a nightclub later. But he wasn't in the mood to go drinking that night. He knew how it would go. He'd spent lots of money buying girls drinks and flirting with them. But ultimately, he returned home broke and alone. His good looks and muscular physique didn't seem to matter. He told them, "Maybe next time," and he had paperwork to finish.
It was fortunate that they hooked up his internet service that morning. He was able to get on his laptop and polish off his homework.
Now that his mind was free, he recalled last night's commercial. Out of boredom and horniness, he looked up the site. It had a list of prices and pictures of beautiful women. He checked to see if the website was real or just a scam. Once satisfied, he saw a section to set up an account. They wanted everything. His name, address (or hotel and room number), phone number, and credit card information. "What the Hell, I'll just fill this out for fun," he told himself. "They can't charge me if I don't order an escort."
He didn't expect what followed. It redirected him to an entire profile for him to fill out of his perfect dream girl(s). Butt size, Breast size, body shape, Thin lips, Full lips. Their sexual specialties, outfits, Waistlines, Height, weight, lipstick color, etc. It even came with diagrams of how his choices might look.
"Wow. These guys went all out. I had no idea how many different types of breasts there were," he said, impressed.
He clicked no preference on a lot of the options.
"Hair style type? I don't know. As long as she isn't bald," he joked out loud.
The system allowed him to click multiple options where it applied. Long hair, shoulder-length hair, short hair. He left the buzz cut and bald option unchecked. At the bottom of the page was a description box for anything he might want to add.
"Wasn't that detailed enough?" he said, somewhat exasperated.
He sighed, then added something they did leave out. His hand hovered over the complete profile button. He was being indecisive.
