Some sisters are closer than others. I happen to like mine very much. Melody is a real estate agent. A good one, who deals mostly in high-end luxury homes and estates, but will sometimes sell smaller homes. She makes a ton of money from the sale of multi-million dollar properties. That's not why I like her, however.
For a couple years now, I've acted as an 'assistant' to her on certain transactions. These are the ones that Melody can't afford to lose and the clients are...shall we say, demanding.
It all started as kind of a joke when I asked Melody during a particularly trying sale if she had considered just sleeping with the buyer. She had not, but it stuck in her mind for some reason and she would often bring it up as an alternative. I jokingly would offer to substitute for her if the guy was good looking enough.
I'm single. I'm a photographer, so I'm not rich. But I am fairly attractive, often called 'cute' by my friends. Apparently, that's good enough for Melody.
One night when she had asked to meet me for dinner, she said, "Traci, I have a HUGE favor to ask."
I'd heard this before and it was usually something I could do quite easily.
"What is it, Mel?"
"Well, you know we've kidded about sleeping with a client," she said, stabbing at her food with a fork but not eating. "Maybe the time has come, Traci. You know I've told you about the Lincoln property that I have listed. The three million dollar one. Well, I might have a couple interested in it finally and I'd really, really like to be able to close this deal."
"So, you're going to offer yourself to the guy?"
"Not exactly," she said, peeking up at me when she said it. "I thought...maybe, you know...that maybe you could...kind of...like...be the one."
A long pause was broken by my exclamation, "Melody!"
"Shhhh. Listen to me," she said, leaning forward.
I certainly wanted to hear more and then put an end to it.
"I'd give you ten percent of my commission, Traci," she said. "All you'd have to do is meet with the man and his wife and make sure they were happy."
I was busy doing math in my head. Ten percent of Mel's commission on a three-million-dollar deal was a substantial payment to me. Like, a year's income.
"Define 'happy,'" I said.
"Whatever they want."
"As in sex?" I asked.
"If that's what they want."
"They? Both of them?"
Melody shrugged. "You'll be meeting with both of them. I don't know what they'll want. You should be prepared for anything."
I said, "So, did you tell them, 'I'm sending my whore sister over. Do as you please?'"
"I said, 'I have an assistant who would be more than happy to meet with you privately and answer any questions you might have about the property.'"
I already had an image of this in my mind.
"What does he look like?"
Melody's face brightened and she said, "Traci, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. His name's Tony. He's in his fifties. Really good looking. And his wife is a trophy. She's maybe forty. Real cute."
"And where does this take place?" I asked.
"Their current home in Lakeside."
"Ten percent?"
"Yes," she said.
"Make it fifteen."
"Jesus, Traci," Melody moaned. Then, after a long delay, she said, "OK. Fifteen."
She gave me some details of the property for sale and promised to send me the brochure later. She didn't think Tony would be asking me for details. That was kind of what I was afraid of. But the commitment had been made and I was anxious to see it through for the money, if nothing else.
I asked her what I should wear.
"You know that black dress you have? The one with the thin straps and plunging neckline? That one."
Of course, the one that only went half way down my thighs and clung a little too much to my butt, I thought. Nothing said 'Buy this house' like cleavage and the outline of my ass.
Melody completed the arrangements the next day and the day after that I had an appointment at Tony's house at nine o'clock at night. God, I was nervous. I must have checked myself in the mirror a dozen times before leaving. My lack of a bra was a bit too obvious in my opinion, but the dress was never meant to be worn over a bra. I swiped my hands across my ass without effect. It was going to show no matter what I did.
Reluctantly, I began the fifteen minute drive to the lavish neighborhood of Lakeside. 'Why would anybody want to leave this place?' I thought to myself as my phone app directed me to the mansion. I pulled into the long driveway, took a deep breath, and walked to the front door.
It opened soon after I pushed the button for the chime. A tall, handsome, obviously Italian man smiled broadly and welcomed me in by name. He accompanied me down a hall, around a corner, and into a fabulous great room. An elegant woman in a dress that made mine look like a K-Mart special, strode towards me.
"Traci, this is my lovely wife Angela," Tony said.
She was all of that. I kept thinking of the term exotic as I looked at her. Dark eyebrows perfectly drawn; dark eyes; high cheekbones; and, a body to die for in a stylish dress.
"Hello. I'm very glad to meet you," I said.
