Emma Norris shut the door on her latest client with a heavy sigh. He was one of those with a full on fetish, and his was for PVC! The suit she was in was so tight, she had practically had to sew herself into it. But, just as she was finally trying to squirm her way out of the suit, her mobile rang.
"Hello," she said, answering it with the only hand that had been pulled free from the suit.
"Emma, it's Rachel," the female voice over the phone said. "Are you free in an hour?"
Emma rolled her eyes, picturing Rachel over the other end of the phone. She could see her sat at her office desk, her legs crossed over each other and watching lustfully out at the young and hot new male assistant she had just hired. She would, no doubt, be wearing something that was both reveal, yet tasteful, something Rachel was very good at pulling off. She was beautiful enough, especially for a woman who was well into her 40's.
Rachel was Emma's boss at the agency she worked for. She couldn't really call her a pimp, because it wasn't like Emma stood on the street corners begging for work. She wasn't a prostitute, she was a call girl. There was a difference.
Emma thought of herself as more of a high class hooker, one who was good enough to decide both price and client. She had her very own regulars and rarely got herself new clients, even though her profile was still up on the agency website for any new browser to see. So Rachel calling now, asking Emma if she was free in an hour, had to mean that a client she wanted to keep happy had called in.
"Yeah, I am, Rach," Emma replied. "What do you want?"
"One of the high paying regulars just called, a Stella Cartwright," Rachel continued. "Apparently, she's making some changes in her life, one of those being her sexual orientation. She's been looking through the bisexual pages and has taken a liking to you, and has asked for an appointment in an hour. You up for a new client."
That was another thing about Emma. She was bisexual, had been pretty much most of her life. At 25 now, she had been with just as many women as she had men, and sometimes had to admit that she actually preferred sex with woman.
"Yeah, Rachel, sure I'll take her. Just pass on the address and I'll be ready for her in an hour."
She would be more than happy to show this girl the ropes, as they say.
~*~*~*~*
Almost an hour later, Emma was changed and ready to welcome her new house guest. She stood in front of the long mirror, looking over her new appearance. This girl was a new client and new with girls, so she had no idea the kind of things she liked, which meant she had dressed herself in a somewhat form fitting red dress that was comfy but easy to undo. Her long, honey coloured hair flowed down her back freely, stopping just short of her waist. She had applied a light tint of make-up, focusing on her eyes which she believed were her best feature. Her chocolate brown eyes were dusted with brown eye shadowed, her eyelashes coated in mascara, and finished with an outline of black eyeliner. Her skin, naturally pale, stood out stark against the deep red of the dress.
Emma smiled slightly at her reflection. All in all, she was happy with herself, and with her life. She didn't think she was stunning, or even beautiful in anyway, but she knew she could turn heads, make men hard and women wet if she used her body right. She was even happy in her career. It was not like she had grown up with aspiration to be a call girl, but now she was here, she wasn't gonna complain. She enjoyed sex, and she got paid to do it. Really, what was there to complain about?
The knock on the door drew Emma back to the here and now. It was a gently knock, barely even audible. Whoever was on the other side was clearly nervous about what was behind that door.
Walking through her apartment with the natural inborn confidence Emma had, she opened the door to her new client, smiling slightly at what she saw.
The girl on this side of the door was truly beautiful. She stood just a little shorter than Emma, also wearing a dress, only this one was more flowing then fitting, and very flowery. She had blonde hair that was pulled up to the top of her head so Emma couldn't tell how long it was. Her skin was slightly tanned, she had naturally pink lips that could only be described as bee-stung, and stunning blue eyes. If she was gonna teach any woman the beauty of girl-on-girl love, Emma could not have asked for a more truly magnificent student. She could clearly see though, with the way this girl avoided eye contact and wrung unconsciously at her hands that she was nervous about what was going to happen once she stepped through that door.
"Hello, Stella," Emma said with a gently smile, holding the door open for her to come in. "Why don't you come inside."
"Thank you," Stella said in a soft voice, stepping into the apartment and just standing there, looking nervous, as Emma closed the door behind her.
"Why don't you have a seat on the couch, make yourself more comfortable," Emma suggested, and Stella immediately did just that. "Would you like something to drink, maybe a glass of wine?"
"White wine, if that is ok?"
Emma gave Stella another gentle smile before heading into her small kitchen. In the years she had been doing this, she had learnt to stock up on pretty much any kind of alcohol she could get her hands on. Alcohol was a wonderful way to loosen people up, and you never know what kind of alcohol your client was going to like.
Pouring two glasses of white wine, Emma went back into the main room to see Stella still sat in the same position. She handed her one of the glasses and took a seat beside her, watching as she nervously took a sip, holding onto the glass as if for support.
"Stella," Emma said, taking the glass from her and placing it next to hers on the table. "If you don't mind me saying, you seem nervous about this whole deal. Why did you choose to be with a woman suddenly after regular service with men?"
"I've got this friend," Stella began, talking more than she had all night. "I've known her for years and she recently turned round and told me she's gay. When I asked her why, she said she was sick of the way she was treated by men and decided to do something about it. Now, I've been curious about... lesbians and that for a while, and she got me thinking about all my shitty relationships. And I wanted to... well... see the other side for myself."
"So why come to me?" Emma asked. "Why come to an agency when you could meet someone yourself, or even go to your friend?"
"I've never been with a woman, this is my first time, and I... I.... Well... I didn't want someone who would laugh at me."
