Cindy sat at the kitchen table sipping her chickory coffee. The aroma and taste seemed even stronger than normal. All her senses were at a heightened state. Would she return tomorrow or stay home? There was over $1500 cash in her purse waiting to go in the bank. She had to return didn't she? She thought back over the last week. It had all began at the very same table last Sunday.
Cindy had been through the job ads twice and yet started again. Her husband Tom had left to play golf at the club. The club they were wasting their savings on to remain members. Cindy recalled the fight they had the night before. She had dressed in some of her sexy lingerie hoping to make love for the first time in 2 months. Tom pushed her away saying he needed to get up early to play golf. That was when Cindy began crying and let out all the fears, frustration, and anger of the last 7 months. Tom merely walked from the room and slept in another bedroom.
Tom was a few years older than Cindy when they met. He was already a rising young star with his company. Cindy was working as a hostess at a popular restaurant, having recently graduated from college and not sure what she wanted to do with her life. Tom swept her off her feet, lavishing her with expensive gifts, taking her to places she could never afford to go, even insisting that she quit work and paying for her expenses. She was 26 when they married. That was 9 years ago now. The sex was good at first. Cindy, being relatively inexperienced, loved the things Tom taught her, but the last couple of years the passion waned as Tom spent all his time focused on his career. Cindy settled in to the lifestyle Tom wanted for them. More expensive home than they needed or could really afford. Nice sports car to drive, and the country club membership. Now Cindy felt guilty for allowing herself to grow so comfortable with the way they were living.
Tom was laid off 7 months ago when his company downsized. It was a shock to both of them but at first Tom seemed to respond well. The first couple of months he sent out hundreds of resumes and spent hours on the phone and in front of the computer chasing an opportunity. After his severance ran out at the end of 3 months Tom began to change. He grew more depressed and spent less and less time looking for a job and more time at the club playing golf or cards. He had a support group of others who had lost their jobs as well that he saw twice a week but all Cindy could tell about that was he would be gone all day and come home smelling of beer.
Cindy decided late the night before, after crying herself to sleep only to awake in the middle of the night, that she would find a job. After going through the ads it was obvious that someone who had not worked in 10 years, and had no marketable skill, was going to have a difficult time finding work. She was about to put the paper down when she noticed the ad.
"Help Wanted. Lingerie model needed. No experience necessary. You make your hours. Big money available to the right person. Call Stan @(877) 877-8777.
Cindy looked at the ad. She had done a little fashion modeling while in college. She even had some of her shots make it into a national store publication. She had never done lingerie but had done swimsuits. There was not that much difference was there? She wrote down the number and decided to call the next morning. Tom came home late that night drunk and passed out on the couch without Cindy telling him of her plan. The next morning he showered and left the house before Cindy awoke, leaving a note that he was playing 36 today at the club and would be home late again.
Cindy showered then called the number. Stan answered on the second ring. Cindy told him of her interest in the job and Stan said if she could be there by 10AM that morning he would discuss it with her. He gave her an address and directions to a building on the North side of Dallas. Cindy went to her closet and finally selected a 2 piece suit with a short jacket and a skirt that hit a few inches above her knee. She dressed after applying a little more make up than she would normally wear and drove to her appointment. It was in one of those trendy highrise buildings so prevelant in North Dallas. The lower floors had businesses but the upper floors were expensive condos. Cindy was surprised to see that the suite number she was given was a condo, not an office.
Cindy knocked on the door. A man who appeared to be about 50 opened the door and invited her in to a well appointed living area with hallways leading in two directions.
" Hi, I'm Stan and you are a little older than the women who normally answer our ad."
Cindy was slightly taken aback by his comment. " Well perhaps I should just leave now!" she replied.
" Oh no. I did not mean to offend you. You are very attractive. It's just we usually get a certain type and you don't fit the mold."
Cindy accepted his apology and asked what magazines would the photos be taken for. Stan looked at her with disbelief.
" What photos? Don't you know what you are applying for?"
" A lingerie fashion model is what the ad said"
Stan began to laugh. Cindy listened with shock and embarassment as Stan explained.
" We provide companionship. 98% of our clients are well to do executives looking for a little relaxation. Once in a while we get a couple looking for something different or a woman who is bi-curious."
"You mean prostitution?" Cindy said meekly.
"That's an awfully harsh term don't you think? We charge $100 fee at the door. I keep $65 and the girl gets $35. Then you take them back to one of the bedrooms. They have massage tables, beds and bathrooms with showers and jetted tubs. Once there you are free to negotiate with the client for whatever they are looking for. Massage, conversation, whatever. I don't want to know. That's up to each girls discretion. I guess you aren't interested huh?"
Cindy knew she should get up and leave yet she heard herself ask, " So how much money could I make?"
Stan replied, " Well it depends on how much you work and how much repeat business you develop but my top girls make at least $1000 a week working about 6 hours a day."
Cindy felt a shiver run through her. " I'll take it."
"Wait a minute. I don't remember offering it to you. Let's see your qualifications. Take off your clothes."
Cindy started to protest but Stan interrupted. "Honey I have an obligation to my customers and if you can't show me anything, how are you going to help?"
Cindy rose from the chair where she had been sitting and unbuttoned her jacket and slid it from her shoulders. Next she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. She stood before Stan in only her bra and panties. It was a cream colored set that she had bought at Victoria Secert. The top half of the bra cups were sheer as was the front panel of the bikini panties. Stan looked at her with appreciation. He noted that her nipples were erect and pushing out against the material. Cindy noticed his stare. She to was aware of her nipples and also felt her pussy beginning to moisten. Stan stood up and took a step towards her.
Cindy, still somewhat torn and afraid of what Stan might do, asked when she started.
Stan looked at the clock. " Damn!. One of my best clients will be here in 10 minutes and Brandy has not shown up. You start now! Go back to the bedroom on the left. There is a closet where you will find a sheer robe. Put it on over what you are wearing and come out when I call you."
Cindy went in a daze. Everything was happening so fast. The bedroom was set up as Stan described. It even had a TV and stereo in a built in wall unit and candles were already lit all around the room. Cindy opened the closet. Hanging up were all kinds of gowns, teddies, and costumes. In built in drawers she saw vibrators, dildos, whips, chains, handcuffs. All kinds of things she had only read about. She was startled to hear Stan call for her from the other room. She threw on the robe and checked the mirror. She might as well not be wearing it, the robe was so sheer. Her nipples were still easy to see protruding proudly in her bra. She took a deep breath and returned to the living room.
Stan said, " John, this is Cindy"
Cindy knew she had seen the handsome, 40ish looking man before as both he and Stan openly stared at her body. He was a lawyer who did TV commercials bragging how he would bring the insurance company to it's knees if you had been hurt on the job. Cindy wondered what she had gotten into.