Like a carefully-planned military operation, the play for the lot started with stealth. The word on the street was that the hotel was about to go into bankruptcy if it couldn't be sold. The owners were desperate. Nuszsaecker wanted to low-ball the owners and get the hotel on the cheap. Deidre, knowing it would be paid for with Nuszsaecker's money, pushed giving the owners a fair price so they wouldn't balk and the sale could be done quickly and quietly, so publicity would be kept to a minimum. Why draw attention to the fact that they were making an unusual real estate purchase. They were plotting to open a legal brothel in the middle of Los Angeles and if this worked it would earn them hundreds of millions each. Sweet Emily had figured out that that lot alone, because of a quirk in an 1850 state law that allowed prostitution, could be worth billions. Why draw attention to the purchase? As usual, seductive Deidre got her way. The owners were overjoyed to be paid what they considered a high price and any possible legal problems with them in the future, when they learned the true value of the property, disappeared.
The cover story was that Deidre wanted it as an investment and as a place to house her feature dancers when they came in on tour. Everyone at the club, once they heard about the purchase, assumed that it would be a rent-by-the-hour operation for after-hours partying with customers. Deidre did not try to squelch those rumors but didn't encourage them, either, and told her dancers not to talk about it to outsiders. She wanted anyone working in her club who wanted to make a little money hooking to feel free -- it brought in the customers. But she didn't want the law interfering with the club itself.
The prospect of controlling the one place in the state where prostitution might be legal was intoxicating in its possibilities. First they had to remodel the decrepit hotel and bring it up to code, because if they used it as a brothel the way it was it would be shut down by the health department or building inspector and they couldn't fight the battle they wanted to fight. So, Nuszsaecker grumbling with every check he wrote as a silent partner, they refurbished the old place into something that looked at least decent and that wouldn't fall apart or make anybody sick. That would do for now. The big changes would come later, paid for out of huge profits they would make from legal prostitution.
Deidre's master plan was to start from the top floor and work down, to pay as they went for major upgrades and renovations that would create luxury theme bedroom suites with a view on the sixth floor, playrooms for all the popular kinks on the fifth floor, and a variety of rooms, most small and comfy but a few big and roomy for orgies, on the fourth and third floor. The third and fourth floors would be for girls who lived or stayed overnight there, at least until they needed it for business. The second floor already have bigger meeting rooms and "ballrooms", which would be used for large groups and for the purpose the name implied,. The ground floor would have a restaurant but no bar (they did not want an investigation for approval of the liquor license) and, after the whole deal went public, a set of lounges where men could meet the ladies and decide on their companion for the hour. But all this would have to wait until after they tested the law and won.
In the meantime, they had an old hotel that had been patched up to run. Deidre was the front for the purchase but she had a nightclub to run. So they put Emily in charge of putting everything together, since it had been Emily's idea all along. They gave her the title "Special Events Coordinator" as cover and let her work in the nude as a job benefit and let her set her own hours and work at her own pace.
Emily much preferred to go without clothes all day. She had an office on the second floor and did most of her work on the phone. The few remaining hotel staff quickly got used to their boss being naked as a jaybird and the contractors and tradesmen doing the work sure weren't complaining. If she had to go into a public place, she put on a wrap-around dress and controlled the urge to take it off and flash everyone she met.
Emily even moved out of her apartment and into a room on the third floor, not only to be closer to her job but to make it easy for Karlo, her bouncer boyfriend, to come visit from Deidre's club, which was just across the alley in back. He slept over every night now and came over to hang out on his break between when the lunch crowd left and the happy hour crowd arrived. After long hours around naked strippers thrusting their pelvis at the audience, he wanted sex every time he walked in the door. That was fine with her -- they would copulate for an hour, then he would have a nap or they would eat a late lunch, and then fuck again until he went back to the club for the evening shift. Then he would come back at 2:00 am and sometimes he would wake her up and they would fuck again. She wanted it all the time now, just as much as Karlo!
He seemed happy with this lifestyle and she was thrilled -- her boyfriend thought her skinny body, pale skin, and small tits were hot! It did take her pussy a while to get used to having sex twice and three times a day but now, if Karlo went slowly and she was well lubricated, it felt more normal to be stuffed than to have her cunt empty. She was naturally tight, being so small, but with the help of some pelvic exercises, she was learning to stretch wide and still come back tight. She would gape for a while if she relaxed but her pussy could go all the way back to within half an hour if she did her vaginal muscle toning exercises. Still, she started to fret about how she could ever keep him satisfied, with her modest body and limited experience.
Even distracted by her sex and exhibitionism, Emily did a great job turning the hotel around. She found the manager from before the previous owner, a guy named Enrique, who the staff said had done a good job, not like the last one and offered him a big bonus to come back. He took it and he ran the place like it was his own.
