by BrettJ Β© 2011
Sandy stretched out her legs and put her feet up on the rich oak desk she had purchased last year. It was then she realized the shoes she was wearing, fancy stilettos, had cost nearly a thousand dollars. A
thousand
dollars. How many women who weren't Hiltons or Kardashians wore shoes that cost that much?
The desk itself had been several thousand. She looked around her office and thought about the place in which she lived. She had done very well for a woman in her 20's, she'd had help, but it had been her own drive and determination that had brought her this far. Sandy couldn't help but smile as she thought back to how it had been several years earlier ...
Shortly after her 17th birthday, Sandy had dropped out of High School, packed her bags and moved away from home. She left a note behind for her mother, explaining that she just couldn't live under the same roof as her father any more. Jerome Hagen was an old-school man who believed that women had no business working and that man was always right. He was a tyrant and by the time she left home, Sandy had little love left for her father. When he died last year, she hadn't even gone to the funeral, although she had sent flowers to her mother.
Sandy had been saving the money she earned from her part-time jobs for several years. Her parents thought it was for college, but it was actually her stake to start her new life in the city she considered the most exciting ... Las Vegas. She realized she probably had enough for about 3 or 4 months, if she lived frugally, then she HAD to find herself a good job. She was a pretty girl and could dance ... she thought about getting a job as a Showgirl or something like that, if she could pass for eighteen.
She arrived in Las Vegas with stars in her eyes and could have fallen prey easily to some of the predators who were attracted to pretty girls like her. Luckily, that didn't happen. She met Alejandra.
She had found herself a room and was purchasing food to tide her open for a few days when she ran into Alejandra ... literally ... at the Supermarket. Apologizing profusely, she looked into the deep, dark eyes of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Alejandra smiled and looked at the contents of Sandy's grocery basket.
"Goodness, that's a lot of junk food, are you having a party?" Alejandra asked her jovially.
Sandy grinned sheepishly. "No, I just arrived in town and my room only has a hot plate and I can't afford to eat out more than a few times a week, if I'm going to make my money last."
Alejandra's beautiful features frowned. "That won't do at all. Where are you staying?"
Sandy told her and Alejandra frowned again. "That is NOT a nice place. It's totally unacceptable, come with me dear, I'll buy you lunch and we'll talk. Don't try refusing, I always get what I want."
Sandy learned that about Alejandra over time, but over a sumptuous lunch, she made a new friend. Alejandra seemed worldly and exciting and glamorous, although she was only 10 years older than Sandy. She laughed and as Sandy spoke, Alejandra listened to every word.
"You are NOT staying at that place tonight, you're coming with me to my place. I am sure you've heard stories about Las Vegas and some vile things, but I am not asking anything of you and I won't. You're a nice girl and you need someone to look out for you and I am going to do just that. Someone did that for me once and I intend to Pay It Forward."
Alejandra took Sandy back to the hotel, where she collected her meager possessions and checked out. Alejandra insisted on paying the bill and then drove Sandy to her home. Sandy had never seen such opulence, the house was huge. When she went inside, there were lovely girls everywhere. Alejandra led her to a private room and closed the door.
"In the interests of full disclosure Sandy, this is a Bordello, although many of my girls work outside of this house and use this as their primary residence. Yes, I am also a Call Girl and no, I don't intend that for you. I offered you a place to stay and that's all I intended, I am simply offering friendship. If this bothers you, you're free to leave, no strings attached, no questions asked."
"I'm not offended Alejandra ... a little surprised, maybe. Thank You for letting me stay here, I won't get in the way, I'll try to lay low. I didn't notice too many men out there, is this a quiet time?"
Alejandra smiled. "Well yes, it is, but we don't get as many men as we do women. About 90% of our clientèle here are women, we specialize in that. I myself am a lesbian, although most of my girls are bi-sexual or can pretend to be, if the need arises. Does that bother you?"
Sandy shook her head. "No. Everyone is entitled to their own beliefs, you're a very kind woman. Why should it matter to me if you prefer having sex with women? It's just sex, after all."
"You seem very level-headed Sandy, your parents raised a smart young lady."