ยฉ 2022, All rights reserved -- mimaster
Brandi shows true colors; the team makes contact with Christina.
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Early Friday Morning, May 23rd -- DAY 8
Brandi and Christina walked casually through the lobby of The Palazzo, heading toward the bank of elevators. They had already stopped at the reservation desk, picking up the key card that had been held under the names of Laverne and Shirley. It was an inside joke between the two of them, but it worked. And it came as no surprise to the woman that slide the card across the top of the marble countertop.
"The room is paid up for the night, ladies. Checkout is at 11:00. There's a complimentary breakfast. If you'd like it delivered by room service, there's a ten dollar surcharge. I'd need that now since you aren't paying for the room. I assume that will be in cash," she said, unfazed by the transaction.
Brandi went ahead and handed her the bill. The woman took it and entered the transaction into the computer, printing off a receipt. It was like she did that sort of thing all the time. Because she did. "The menu is in the room. Phone it in tonight by midnight and it'll be brought to you between 8:30 and 9:00. Here... this is the room number of your clients."
"Clients," Brandi smiled.
"Should I refer to them as party guests instead?"
"No. Clients is fine."
"I... work with your service."
"Oh. Ohhhhhh."
"It's one of the few perks of working this shift. I make a few extra bucks looking the other way. I'm Evelyn, the Concierge. If you need something, call down and ask for me."
"Thanks. I'm -"
"Brandi. She's Venus. I'm connected to the modeling website on my phone. I've got your itinerary. I've also met the group you're entertaining. You'll be fine. But again, if you need anything, call down. If you feel you're in danger, use this." She handed Brandi something that looked like a key fob, a single button on the front. "That's a bluetooth pager. It'll alert directly to my phone. I'm here until 7:00 AM. You'll be done by then. At least you better be. Leave the pager on the tray your breakfast comes on, under one of the plate covers. Wrap it in a napkin. It'll make it's way back to me."
"Wow," Brandi replied, finding it all hard to believe.
"Your clients do not know your room number. Keep it that way. The number is not on the key card anywhere, so you'll have to remember it. But you're in a different wing on a different floor. Make sure none of them follow you on your way out. I can only do so much to ensure your safety."
"You're already doing more than I could have ever imagined. We didn't expect anything."
"I understand that this is your first assignment?"
"Yes. Well, as... models."
"I see. Welcome to the big leagues. Here, take these. Your money will be put on these Visa debit cards as soon as the assignment is over. Just log onto your accounts, enter your passwords, click the box that says you're done, and it'll transfer within five minutes. That is provided you make sure the client has signed on that you've arrived. One of you needs to check and confirm that on your phone
before
you go in their room. Once they click it, it can't be undone. You go to their room, make sure they're on the hook by confirming the appointment, click that you've accepted the assignment, do your job, and leave. That's it. Any questions?"
"No. I think we're good."
"Okay, well, please try to use some level of discretion. It's late, and it is Vegas. Nudity is officially discouraged, but off the record it's not a problem. It's caught on the security cameras all the time. But try keep the X-rated action inside the room if you can. Deal?"
"Deal."
It all seemed too legit, to be honest. There had to be some loophole the service was using to be able to take advantage of that kind of technology without it being tracked by authorities. Then again, they'd just spent their third day prostituting themselves at a strip club while pushing drugs. Perhaps this was mob related too. They didn't know how prevalent those kinds of organized crimes still were in the area, but it was at least plausible.
Walking to the elevators, Christina was focusing on why they were there. She'd been quiet during the entire exchange with Evelyn. Mainly because she was already in a subservient role. Her friend had assumed control of her from the moment they got into the Lexus that was oddly being used as a Lyft taxi service. Brandi checked her phone again, wanting to make sure she had the itinerary correct. Feeling confident, she checked the time.
They'd caught that Lyft, taking them from the rundown motel they were calling home to the heart of the Las Vegas strip. Stepping out into the desert heat, even at ten at night, they felt a subtle breeze out of the south along Las Vegas Boulevard. Each of the women were holding a carry on bag with their outfits, as well as various items they'd be using during their appointment.
With the request booked through the escort service website, the extra amenities in order to perform for their paying clients had been already handled. The first of which was a room of their own to get ready for the party. They didn't have a lot of time. Brandi was putting on a revealing dominatrix outfit; a black leather corset that actually exposed her voluptuous breasts through openings in the front. A leather thong, black fishnet stockings held up by a garter, and six-inch black heels.
Christina's outfit was just a series of leather straps that crisscrossed her body, with silver rings at the ancor points. Nothing was hidden at all. She had black five-inch stilettos that laced up her legs to just below her knees, a thick leather collar with a ring on the front, and leather bracelets on her wrists and ankles.
"This place seems like a palace compared to where we've been staying," Christina smiled as she looked around. "I'm telling you, whores like us could get used to this kind of living. I really hope this escort thing works out."
"It starts with how well we do on this first one. But you're right. I never would have dreamed there'd be a concierge at the desk just for this kind of thing. Makes me wonder if it's exclusive to this hotel, or do they have them placed in other ones too."
"Hard to imagine they're everywhere. A couple, maybe? Do you think the service directs the clients where to stay?"
"I don't know. Maybe. We only have access to what we need as, well... employees, I guess. Clients have to register to gain access to book a request. There might be something in there that directs them. It just seems too... I don't know, tech friendly. How the fuck do they not have cops all over this?"
"I don't know. Prostitution is legal in some parts of Nevada. Do you think they're skirting around it that way? Like maybe the service is based out of a place that can say it qualifies?"
"Could be. I'm guessing it might have to do with how they code the whole thing. Maybe the risk is on our part."
"What do you mean?"
"You heard Evelyn. We're advertised as nude models. They have our consent to photograph and videotape us."
"They do?" she asked nervously.
"Sweetie, you have your on porn page. You're already on the net. So am I. I told you about that porn shoot I did with Gina. The male strippers?"
"Oh, right. So we're nude modeling," she winked.
"As far as the website advertises, yes."
"Oh... that's gotta be it. What kind are we?"
"Tonight? Fetish. Specifically, we're BDSM."
"Yeah. That's how they do it. And the risk is definitely on us. But really, isn't it always? We're the ones selling our bodies."
"Huh. You know, technically, we're not. It all makes sense now."
"Not to me. What do you mean we're not?"
"Think about it. There's not any money exchanging hands. We hired to model. Before we even walk inside, they have to verify that a model, or in our case, models, have shown up. Only when we get the verification do we enter their room. At that point, whatever we do in addition to modeling, it could appear that we've decided to do it of our own free will."
"Which is a choice we make every time we fuck someone!"
"Yes... whether we get paid to do it or not. Think of the gangbangs we've had the last two nights.
WE
decided to do that. We did it for fun, not for money."
