Midday at the cathouse and Henry was up to his nose with the bookkeeping. It was his least favorite job of all but he knew that if he let it slide the whole thing would get away from him and he couldn't risk trying to farm it out to an accountant.
No. Brothel bookkeeping had to be kept in house. He toyed with the idea of using euphemisms to detail income and expenses but it seemed ridiculous coming up with alternate names for things. And how would he explain the lingerie allowance the girls agreed to pool money for?
Now, for Henry, the only thing worse than bookkeeping was being interrupted while doing it. He was a little ADD and easily distracted so the fact that one potential customer kept calling and texting him all morning was driving him nuts.
They were all questions about Abigail. The prospective Romeo had seen her picture on the website but kept needing to be reassured it was the girl he once knew. He refused to give his name or set up an appointment until he was sure it was her.
Henry, getting impatient, said, "Sir, do you want to book time with her or not? We're very busy and I..."
"Okay, okay, just ask her one question, did she ever take psychology 101 at the community college?"
"Sure, sure. For privacy reasons I can't ask the girls personal questions but I'll pass it along and she can decide what she wants to do with it."
When he turned back to the books he couldn't remember where he was. "Oh fuck."
Later when Abigail came downstairs from her appointment with Mr. Entertainment Toes, "Look, Henry! After he sucked on my toes and jerked off he painted them the nicest shade of pink!"
That's great but I need this guy to book with you or stop bothering me."
"What guy?"
"He thinks he knows you. He won't give his name or do anything until he's sure it's you. His question was, did you ever take psychology 101 at the community college? A horny classmate or something?"
"Ahhhhhh, ya I did take a class but I don't know whoooo. Wait a minute! Professor...um...Gardner! That's it! It's him, gotta be. He used to stare at me in class and then wanted to talk to me after class to tell me how much he liked my work."
"So you think he liked more than your work ethic?"
"Definitely."
"You must have made quite an impression if he's still carrying around the torch for you."
"I was pretty sure what he wanted. Women always sense that. He had that 'I wanna fuck this girl' look and he didn't do much to hide it. I probably wasn't the only coed he fell in love with."
"What do you want to do?"
"Oh I don't know. These guys play on that young girl/authoritative figure dynamic and it definitely works. It feels weird though when you get naked for someone you had a different relationship with. Oh, just go ahead and book it! Then I can join the club of coeds who fucked their professor."
"Done. He's really obsessed with you so don't be surprised if he books for this semester."
"Semester?" she asked, turning to go.
"I meant this afternoon. Bookkeeping is warping my brain."
"Henry, watch me go upstairs," she said, teasing him with yet another distraction, her inviting little rear end slowly ascending. Looking back over her shoulder with a pouty smile she said, "I sure could use a nice boy to play with. Have fun with your books."
"You're brutal, Abby."
She giggled and took off to her room.
Hustling down the stairs, Edgar saluted, "Sir, how can I help with the bookkeeping?"
Slightly exasperated, Henry said, "For starters, please stop saluting. I thought we'd gotten past that."
"Old habits."
"Number two, do you eavesdrop on everything?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"At least you're honest. Okay, what do you know about bookkeeping?"
"Army, sir."
"What about the army?"
"I was the bookkeeper for my unit. I had to constantly monitor rations, ammunition and whatever supplies were needed."
"What about a lingerie allowance?"
"I assume you're trying to be funny, but a thing is a thing is a thing. I could figure out the lingerie allowance."
"You know Edgar, you're becoming more essential to this house than me."
"I like the girls."
"I'm aware."
Henry picked up the books and receipts and handed them to Edgar. "Congratulations, Edgar, I now work for you."
"Trying to be funny again, sir?"
"Something like that. See me at four tomorrow and we'll adjust your compensation."
Lana came down half dressed, "Sorry, but I forgot who my one o'clock is."
"Lucky you, Mr. Billings, the bank loan officer asked me if he could sample the other girls and, for the sake of harmony, I said yes. I know this was Abigail's personal financial agreement but, to give her a break, I'm paying you so see me when he leaves. One more thing, if he ever acts like an entitled asshole again let me know immediately."
Lana stood there just looking at her ex for what seemed like far longer than it really was.
"I'd give anything to meet a guy like you," she said wistfully.
"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you. I'm just sorry it took me so long to learn certain things."
Lana went back to her room and twenty minutes later Edgar let Billings in the back door. Lana opened her bedroom door simultaneously to greet him in a red bustier with black lace trim that displayed her tits front and center.
"Please tell me you're Lana," said Billings.
"I am, and you must be the guy who's going to fuck me silly."
They disappeared behind her door and Edgar switched his monitor to her room.
"Lana, you're a stunning girl. I have the tendency to fuck and run but I might have to linger a bit to enjoy what you're offering."
"Mmmmmmm, I like your thinking but don't think too hard. Just let your cock be your guide and take the whole hour." She helped him off with his suit coat and loosened his tie.
He laid back on her bed, put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs, "Now that I'm comfortable, tease me then please me."
