The Black Door was as impressive as I expected it to be. The appointments were rich and luxurious, the girls were beautiful and very available and even the female staff looked as though they were ready to take you for a tumble in one of the 15 bedrooms.
I was surprised to see that there were a number of clients either waiting or enjoying a drink with their chosen girl before heading for the bedroom. Angela touched my arm as we walked through the reception area and pointed to a discreet screen set up so only the staff at reception, and anyone who knew where to look, could see it.
It took me a few moments to work out that the screen showed all the rooms where clients could be entertained. Room numbers that were lit up were available while room numbers with no light were in use. None of the rooms on the display were lit up.
"Business is good?" I asked quietly.
"Very good, and that's great to see because things usually quieten down over the summer recess when Parliament isn't sitting."
The bistro was doing good business too and it looked as though we were going to miss out on a table until I saw a guy waving at us. Angela saw him at the same time and steered us across the room to where he was sitting.
"Steve, I'd like you to meet Gavin, my business partner in this very popular bordello."
Gavin, who must have been at least 60, stood up and shook my hand. It was a good, firm, grip but for some reason he reminded me of a used car salesman ... maybe it was his slicked-back hair and big, fake smile ... whatever it was, something about him bothered me.
"So Gavin did you put Steve's name up on the online board?" I didn't know why Angela was so eager to know that no woman wanted to wrestle me. I had no doubt that I would end up with one of the escorts from The Black Door as my opponent.
"I did," he chuckled, "and about five minutes later someone who wanted to use the stage name of Deedee, took the booking and paid her deposit."
"WOO HOO!" Angela's excited cry made a number of people in the bistro turn and look at us. "You know who that is don't you Steve?"
I guessed that Deedee and Dee the nurse at the clinic were one and the same person and while my cock and my ego were appreciative the rest of me was still wondering what she saw in me.
Gavin was smirking at me, "We get lots of guys who sign up to wrestle one of our girls and we get a lot of guys who are interested in being paid to wrestle female clients, but we haven't found one that we would employ, even on a trial.
"But Angela speaks very highly of you so if the trial works out you could find yourself fighting with some very sexy women."
I couldn't believe it, "Really? Women really want to do that sort of thing with a guy they don't know?"
"Steve, women have changed since you last dated," Angela laughed, "they don't stay at home anymore, they want to get out and experience all the pleasures that you guys do. On Saturday night there will be women in the audience who are there because they want to watch and some of them will want to get on the mat with you next time."
I still couldn't believe it. "So they'll fight me and then fuck me if I lose?"
"Yep, those are the rules, but don't forget, if they lose then you get to fuck them." she laughed, "you don't get on the mat unless you are prepared to have sex ... on the mat."
"Yeah, but apart from Dee, and you, who is going to want to wrestle and fuck me?" Angela was about to answer but she got distracted for a few moments when a message landed on her mobile phone.
