Six months later...
Jenny strolled down the grey gleaming corridor leading to Danton's office. She couldn't do much else in the four inch heels that she now routinely wore. She could feel how they made her arse sway, as she put one foot in front of the other. She knew, now, how to walk in real heels. But she was impatient. She wanted to get to the meeting with Danton. She was sure that today he'd have to admit defeat. She'd hoped the same three months ago. But they'd gone over the records together and she'd had to agree that she'd made no noticeable difference at all to his business. If anything, Danton's take was better than when she'd started. Jenny was sure that he wasn't lying. She knew enough accounting, together with her observations from the brothel, to know that she hadn't won. It was frustrating. But he'd been generous about it, and said she could have another three months. He even suggested that she bring in a partner to help, offered to pay them both an allowance.
It was a good idea and Jenny had happily agreed. Her friend Sally had been eager to help. At least, Sally was eager after Jenny had taken her friend to see Danton and left them to have a private chat. And in return for another three months all Jennifer had had to do was agree to keep visiting Danton for regular talks. Apparently Sally did too, but that wasn't any of Jenny's business. Jenny had hesitated at first. To take another three months meant delaying the start of her career again, and keeping on having sex with all those men. She'd lost count of how many. But she was determined to beat Danton, and somehow the idea of all that sex hadn't seemed as bad as it had at the start. A little part of her admitted it was fun, that she liked the sex. She tried not to acknowledge that part of her mind, or how her arousal would spark whenever she as much thought about what she was doing with the men, how she was always wet and ready for them. The thoughts simmered just below the level of her consciousness, secrets she wouldn't admit, even to herself. They didn't matter. It was all about defeating Danton. So she'd agreed to another three months. She was going to win.
Danton was already seated in the chair under the mirror when she entered the room. He smiled, indicating the seat for her to sit in. Jenny knew. It was the one in which she always sat. She removed the coat she wore against the winter cold and took the offered seat. She glanced up at her reflection and smiled. It smiled back, lights sparkling around it as they always did.
Danton looked at the woman across from him. He wondered if anyone who saw her today would recognise her as the same determined young campaigner who had come to see him six months ago. Oh, the determination was still there, just a little, re-directed. But the simple pony tail was gone. Jenny's blonde hair was longer now, not tied back, bleached a lighter shade, teased out and falling in waves. Her make-up was much heavier. She no longer wore simple dresses. Today her skirt, pink, was so obscenely short that it was little better than a belt. Even before she sat down it did nothing to hide the tops of her stockings and the ends of the garters that held them up. Her top was hardly more than straps over her shoulders and a narrow strip of cloth around her breasts, just barely covering her nipples, the tops and bottoms of her breasts clearly exposed. It hadn't taken many conversations to convince Jenny that she needed to display her wares to good effect if she was to direct any custom her way. It was just as well that she'd worn a thick coat, Danton mused, warm, even if it was pink and reached no lower than her skirt. That is, just grazing the bottom of her crotch. Her clothes offered no protection against the cold. Or anything else.
"Hello Jenny," he began. Danton knew that she thought of herself as Jenny now, not Jennifer. Another conversation had been devoted to customer relations. How taking a more relaxed attitude would help. And how she needed to really take that attitude to heart. After that she had never referred to or thought of herself as Jennifer again.
"Hello," she replied, brightly. Jenny always tried to keep a smile on her face, the product of another conversation, that one devoted to how a happy attitude rubbed off on a customer.
"OK, to business. I'm sorry," Danton continued without a break, "even with Sally's help, you haven't made any difference." Danton smiled, remembering how he convinced Jenny to bring her friend Sally along to see him, after her first three months of 'effort' had failed. All it had taken was a short discussion about how having partners in a business often helped. Sally was a cute little thing, barely five foot two, with short dark hair that framed an angelic face. It had only taken a couple of private discussions with her before Sally had broken easily. The innocent ones usually do, Danton reflected. He'd been pleased to discover that Sally was a virgin before being convinced to join Jenny's efforts. Now she was a no-pay, no-play kind of girl. Danton doubted that Sally would ever have sex that didn't involve her getting paid. He'd managed more with the cute brunette in three months then he had with Jenny in six. Sally knew exactly what she was now, was just playing along with Jenny, had been for weeks. Danton intended to rectify Jenny's misconceptions today.
"Shit," the exclamation by Jenny accompanied by her smile slipping before quickly reappearing, "I really thought we'd get you this time." Convincing her to adopt a more relaxed attitude to swearing, so that the men she dealt with weren't put off by her mode of speech, had taken a few meetings. Another couple to make her willing to give them the verbal encouragement they expected. All up, more meetings than it took to have Jenny changing her clothing style, Danton mused. But all achievable, as would more be today. Danton could see that Jenny's eyes were already held by her reflection, above and behind him. Good, he thought. And this time Jenny had accepted his word about her failure in their competition without asking to see proof.
"I think we may need a little reconsideration to see where we are."
"Umm, ok," Danton could see the distant look in Jenny's eyes.
"Now, you're trying to drive me out of business, aren't you?" From Danton's tone he may have been discussing something of little importance, polite questions, would a guest prefer scotch or bourbon, ice or straight, but his eyes were fixed on the pretty blonde.
"Yes." Jenny's eyes were wide. Danton could see her smile and knew that she was thinking about winning their competition. She could hold that thought for now. Very soon she'd have no more use for it.
"In fact, Jenny, we're competing. You might call us competitors." Danton allowed his smile to become predatory. He knew that the girl wouldn't see it, wouldn't know what to think about it if she did.
"If you say so," Jenny's words were slightly slurred, as if she was in the middle of a dream.
"Now, competitors might use different language and words. But if they're competing, then they have to be doing the same thing, or how can they be competitors?"
"Umm, I, I don't know." Danton could see the frown form and disappear on Jenny's face. She never liked frowning for long these days. He suspected that the thought that had caused her unhappy expression had vanished with the frown.
"And competitors, whatever terms they use to refer to their activities, have to be in the same business, don't they Jenny?"
Jenny's eyes were wide, fixed on her reflection "Umm, I."
Danton pressed the point, carefully watching the girl's eyes, fixed as they were on her reflection "So if we're competitors, Jenny, we must be in the same business."
Her eyes didn't move, continuing to be locked on her reflection, but Danton could see something stirring in them. Some hint of the old Jennifer. "No, that's, that's not right, I'm not."
"Don't be silly, Jenny," Danton chided. "We offer the same services, so we must be in the same business." It had taken more meetings than Danton had wanted to convince Jennifer that simply offering vanilla sex wasn't going to prise many customers away from the prostitutes. If she was going to compete with the whores who worked for him then she had to provide an attractive range of services. Slowly Jenny had been convinced to widen her offering, until it rivalled any of the girls working for him. Her range was now more than competitive.
Jenny nodded, her eyes wide, fearful.
"Stand up." Danton snapped. Jenny had no choice but to obey. She stood, suddenly unsteady on her heels where before she'd been confident. She wobbled, like a teenager trying on her first pair of heels before a school dance. All the time her eyes remained fixed on the image in the mirror.
"What do you see, Jenny, don't think of it as a mirror, what do you see?" Danton's tone was more demanding now, the words sharper, coming quicker, he needed to keep the girl focussed on what he wanted.
"A, a girl?" Jenny was swaying slightly.
"And what's she wearing?"
"A, a skirt?"
Danton allowed himself a smile "That's right Jenny, a skirt so short that she flashes everyone as she walks by. And what about her tits, how much of them can you see?"
