Fleur's story.
Hi there. I guess by now you'll have read what the others have written, and you'll know who I am. Can I just say that I totally recognise the old me from the last story. I don't think it's a very flattering portrait of me but its where I was and who I was at the time. A bit of a party animal, always up for a good time. I've changed since then but that was who I was back then.
But let me go back a bit further. I'm the single child of a single mother. Mum and I grew up together without a man in sight which probably coloured my view of the world. I'm not sure how mum got to be friends with Mrs.B but I just always remember her in my life. She was a common visitor to our home and at first, I knew her as aunty B. It was only the other day that I found out what her real name was. With the benefit of hindsight, I think she and mum had some sort of a relationship but I'm not totally sure. All I know is that over the years we'd become close and she was someone I could tell my troubles to, someone who would listen to my concerns and give me wise advice.
She was the first person I confided in when I thought I was a lesbian, even before I told mum. She couldn't have been more understanding. She was there as support when I finally broke the news to mum, who couldn't have been nicer about it. Why I'd been so nervous of telling her I didn't know. I was still shy about coming out to the world in general until I met Crystal. Finally, I had someone who I wasn't ashamed to be seen holding hands with or kissing in public.
I didn't get aunty B's crazy idea to begin with. It was only after that first crazy night that I thought she might be onto something. It might have been something to do with the fact that I had had the most amazing night of fucking and being fucked, or it might have been the feel of crisp notes I clutched in my hand in the morning. More money than I had ever seen before. Oh, that and the memory of the best food I'd ever eaten. I knew I could happily be part of a life like this.
Over the next few days Crystal and I met with aunty B, or Mrs.B as she now insisted we call her. We were both enthusiastic about her idea and slowly our respective roles became clearer. We went out a couple more times with her, each time with a different friend of hers but with much the same result. We always seemed to end up in Mrs.B's apartment rolling around the floor stark naked. We were only doing what Crystal and I would have been doing anyway, just with the addition of a couple of older women, so it was all cool. And Mrs.B had some really nice friends. They were also as generous as Marjorie had been.
Bit by bit we worked out the processes and procedures of the business. Mrs.B would look after finding the clients and Crystal and I were in charge of finding prospective 'companions' as she decided to call them. It sounded so much more respectable than escort she said. Almost as soon as she told us what we'd be doing a couple of girls I knew sprang to mind, old friends from school that were stuck in dead-end jobs who'd be glad of some excitement in their lives. I wasn't sure of their sexual preferences, but I had suspicions about at least one of them. I decided to ask her first.
Her name was Fiona or Fi as we called her, and she worked at a well-known fast food chain. I won't mention the name but simply say they specialised in chicken. I leave the rest to you. I dressed up in what were my most expensive and grown-up clothes. I wanted to give the impression that I was doing well for myself compared to her. I strolled in late one afternoon and made sure I got in her queue. I made a great show of being surprised to see her there. I said I'd love to have a chat and catch up. My timing was perfect as her shift ended in ten minutes. We agreed to meet outside when she finished which also meant that I didn't have to order any of her dreadful food.
I went and sat on a bench in the pedestrian precinct outside and waited for her. When she came out, I hauled her off to a nearby pub. I let her loosen up a bit over a couple of drinks, which I insisted on paying for, before I broached the subject and my main reason for being here. At first, she was wary and a little shocked at my suggestion but then I started talking about money, at which point she went very quiet and thoughtful. I didn't push her too hard but asked her to think about it and gave her one of my newly printed business cards that Mrs.B had given me. I asked her to phone me tomorrow if she was in any way interested.
I was taken by surprise when my phone rang two hours later. She wanted to check if it was women only. Like me, she had put men off limits. When I told her that they weren't part of it she said she'd like to give it a go. She was on the same shift tomorrow so she could come in around six, so I gave her the address and how to find it. She sounded less nervous than I'd expected. I phoned Mrs.B and told her the good news, that I'd found a possible first new recruit, and she was delighted and promised to be at the office at six o'clock tomorrow.
When I arrived Mrs.B was sat behind the reception desk. It was still very early days and we had yet to recruit anyone to take charge of reception. Mrs.B certainly hadn't come up with the 'saucy schoolgirl' image that became such a popular trademark. It was genius on her part. Show the clients something they wanted but was off limits and then guide them towards something that was there for the asking. We started off with Julie who later became Jewel when she was promoted to 'companion' and we currently have Jane who is arguably even sexier and more of a tease. She's got a few more months to go before she can legally be a companion, but she'll be a hit when she does. I don't know but it wouldn't surprise me if Mrs.B didn't already have a waiting list for her.
I sat down and started to chat to Mrs.B. She told me she already had several clients who were anxious that she got the venture going as soon as possible and who were willing to pay the money asked for. This was all good news. We broke off when the intercom went and a distant voice said, "This is Fiona ... I have an appointment."
Mrs.B pressed the button that released the door and we both sat back and waited. When there was a knock at the office door I stood up and opened it. I wanted to show Fi a friendly and familiar face. I gave her a hug and a kiss and pulled her inside. I introduced her to Mrs.B as the boss of the agency and pulled up another chair for her. After the usual questions and an explanation of how the system was designed to work Mrs.B asked Fi if she would like to go out to dinner this evening. This was to become her usual tactic with all new recruits. She would take them out to see how they performed in a posh restaurant and then bring them back to see how they performed in the bedroom. Fi looked puzzled and then perplexed.
"But I've just come straight from work," she pleaded, looking down dejectedly at her uniform.
"No problem, my dear," was Mrs.B's response as she turned to me, "why don't you take this pretty young woman next door and find something in the dressing up box."
I grinned when she said that and watched the worried look come over Fi's face. I got up and grabbed her hand and took her in to the inner office. She was relieved when she found out that the 'dressing up box' was in fact a large wardrobe full of a range of top-quality evening dresses as well as a selection of shoes and lingerie.
"What's your best colour?" I asked her.
"Blue," she replied, "or maybe green."
