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by Amy Brent


  “Oh, I’m not hurting for money,” she said with a smile. “Honestly, Amy, I work for you because I like you, not for the money. Plus, I learn something from you every day. You’re a super strong, professional woman. You’re more of a role model and mentor than a boss, I mean, in a good way.”

  “Well, that’s good, I suppose…”

  “Plus, my net last year was around two-hundred-grand. I just have a way of spending every penny I make.”

  My mouth literally dropped open. “You netted two-hundred-thousand? Dollars?”

  “Not including what you pay me, yes, I took home around two-hundred grand,” she said proudly. “All of it tips from working at Club D.”

  “Wow,” I said, falling back in my chair. “I had no idea waitresses could make that kind of money.”

  “Ordinarily, they can’t,” she said. “The ones who make the real money are the girls who… well… you know.”

  “No,” I said, a little dumbfounded, head swiveling on my neck like a frisbee. “I don’t know.”

  She put her elbows on the desk and rested her cheeks between her hands. “They’re called Escorts and Specialists,” she said, eyes dancing as if she were telling ghost stories in front of a campfire. “They’re the girls who take the men upstairs for whatever it is the man is willing to pay for.”

  “Oh my god,” I whispered, covering my mouth with my fingertips. “You mean… for sex?” Duh, of course, she meant for sex. What was wrong with that? And why was I playing the part of the prude all of a sudden? I liked sex. Hell, I loved sex. I’d never been paid to have it, but back in the day when I was a struggling college student, the thought had crossed my mind a time or two. It was a good thing I never started “hooking” I think it was called. I might have liked it a little too much, especially if the John was a handsome billionaire like Isaac Hanson.

  “How does it work, exactly?” I asked. “I mean, men paying women for sex. That’s textbook prostitution. Which is illegal in California.”

  “They don’t pay the women for sex, technically,” she said with a grin as if she knew they were getting away with something and found it funny. “They call it consensual sex, and there is nothing illegal about that.”

  I didn’t know if I was more intrigued by the sex or the commerce of it all. I had to know more. I asked, “How does it work then?”

  “Well, the women are all super-duper drop dead gorgeous, of course. Like freakin’ super models. The men fall all over themselves to get close to the girls, they buy them glasses of thousand-dollar champagne, five-hundred-dollar tequila shots, huge bowls of caviar, mountains of Maine lobster, whatever you can think of they have it there. Then, the men ask the girl if she’d like to go upstairs and if the girl wants to go—and only if she wants to go—they go upstairs and have consensual sex or whatever. It’s like this humongous mansion, like an old hotel really. The girls all have private bedrooms there for the weekends, and some of the higher-net worth members have suites, too. They basically arrive on Friday night and leave on Sunday night. Some of them never leave their rooms.”

  “That’s… unreal,” I said, not sure if I believed her or not, though I knew Serena would never lie to me. “How do the women get paid?”

  “Every member must put up a Platinum American Express Card and everything is charged directly and automatically to that card. Their initial dues, monthly dues, food, drink, room fees, and—“ she made air quotes with her long fingers— “entertainment fees, that may or may not include private entertainment in one of the upstairs bedrooms. It’s all charged to the card. The girls get every nickel the member spends once they’re upstairs. The house gets everything else.”

  “So, the men do not pay the women directly for sex,” I said, making an “aha” face. “The women are paid by the company. Probably as independent contractors.”

  “I suppose,” she said with a shrug. “All I know is the girls who work as Escorts and Specialists are pulling down major bucks. There’s one girl, Carina, who supposedly cleared over two-million-dollars last year.”

  “Holy shit,” I said, shaking my head. That was more than I made last year. “That’s incredible. How did she earn that much?”

  Serena gave me a scolding smile. “She is very good at what she does.”

  “Wow…” I leaned back to sip my coffee for a moment, then asked the question I really wanted the answer to. “Tell me about Isaac Hanson and the others. How involved are they in running the place? Are they there every weekend?”

  “I probably shouldn’t say anything more,” she said, sucking air in her teeth. “I’ve said too much already. I’m pretty sure I just broke the terms of the NDA, which would get me fired and sued into the ground if they found out.”

  “You just earned five-grand in five minutes,” I said, leaning forward and leering at her. “That’s Carina-level money, and you didn’t even have to take your clothes off.”

  “I know, but—“

  “Serena, cut the shit. Dish it up, baby girl, every dirty little detail.”

  “Amy, really, I can’t…”

  “Let’s make that bonus ten-grand, shall we?”

  She glanced down at her manicured nails for a moment, then took a deep breath and told me everything she knew about Club D and its founders.

  Isaac, Denny, and Sammy were typically there most weekends; partying, drinking, schmoozing, sometimes pairing off with one of the escorts or specialists, which I came to understand were escorts with special skills, such as the ability to deep throat the longest of cocks or, like Carina, take on five men at once and make them all cum simultaneously.

  To quote Serena, “Three holes, two hands, perfect timing.”

  I’m still having a hard time figuring out the physics of that one.

  Or like another girl, Annabel, who could contort herself in such a way that she could lick her own pussy while the men watched.

  It was a little like hearing someone describe the freak show at the circus rather than a high-end sex club-slash-whorehouse.

  Each founder had his own private suite on the third floor away from the action downstairs. Denny and Sammy were the more social of the three partners, but Isaac was the one all the girls wanted to fuck according to Serena.

  She kept using words like “huge schlong” and “can go all night” to describe what she’d heard the other girls saying about him. She had never personally drunk from the Isaac Hanson cup because the line to do so was simply too long. Plus, he wasn’t really her type. She had her sights set on Sammy Branniff, the partner who looked like a linebacker for the Rams.

  I was shaking my head by the time she finished. I had stood inches away from Isaac Hanson and never would have pegged him to be some kind of insatiable sex god. Still, I couldn’t deny the warmth I was feeling between my legs just listening to Serena’s stories. Heck, it had been so long since I’d been turned on I might have just pissed my pants.

  “Oh my god, I just had a thought,” she said, gushing, like having a thought was a new thing for her. “Why don’t you come with me this weekend?”

  “What? To Club D?”

  “Yes. I’m staying the entire weekend. They have a huge guest house for the employees who don’t want to drive back and forth to the city. You could stay with me and be my guest. I’d have to get it approved by Mr. Lemon, but once he saw you all dolled-up I have no doubt he’d let you in if you would be willing to schmooze with the guests. You wouldn’t have to do anything, of course, and—”

  I held up my hand. “Mr. Lemon? Seriously? Is that really his name? I think I know him. Is he round and yellow, by any chance?”

  “Yes, that’s his name and he is the manager,” she said. “And no, he’s not round and yellow. He’s like six-five and skinny as a rail.”

  “Right, yes, well, I’m going to have to pass,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Thanks anyway.”

  “Amy, when was the last time you slept with a man?” she asked, one eyebrow up in a perfect arc.

  “Well,
that’s none of your business,” I huffed.

  She gave me a scolding look and blew out her cheeks. “Okay, when’s the last time you went out on a date? Or had a man’s tongue in your mouth or his hands down your pants? When’s the last time you had a big, thick, juicy cock in your hand?”

  “Serena, that’s enough.”

  “No,” she said forcefully. “Tell me.”

  Sadly, I couldn’t remember the last time I was with a man.

  Or kissed a man.

  Or had dinner with a man.

  And the closest I came these days to holding a big cock in my hand was when I was buying Italian sausages at the grocery store to make carbonara for my dad on Sunday.

  I frowned into the now-empty coffee cup and mumbled.

  “Well… um…”

  “You can’t remember, can you?”

  I held out my cup. “Can I get another cup of coffee, please?”

  “Oh my god!” she wailed, hands in the air. “It’s settled. I will not take no for an answer. I’m going to clear your schedule tomorrow so you can spend the entire day at the spa and the salon. I’m going to pick you up at seven tomorrow evening and I want to see those tits and that ass and that face on full display! Understand?”

  “I understand,” I said with a smile, though I was lying through my teeth. There was no fucking way I was going to put on a tight dress and go to Club Desire for a weekend of watching rich men with Viagra boners chasing after women who made me look like Mr. Jane from The Beverly Hillbillies.

  No fucking way.

  That was not my style.

  No, sir.

  Not gonna do it.

  “It’s settled then,” Serena said with a happy smile as she got out of the chair with the folder tucked under her arm and her phone in her hands. She was swiping the screen with one long finger. “I’ll clear your schedule and call Mr. Lemon to get it okayed. He’ll want to see a photo. I have that one of you from that fundraiser you spoke at a couple of weeks back. You were wearing a black cocktail dress and your hair was down. You actually looked hot in that picture.”

  “Gee, thanks,” I said, holding up the empty cup. “Now, could I get a little more coffee before this miraculous makeover begins?”

  “Sure,” she said, taking the cup in one hand and continuing to swipe in the other as she headed out the door. She called back over her shoulder. “I’ll make the appointment at the spa for tomorrow morning.”

  “You do that,” I said, turning toward the computer on the desk, shaking my head. I set my fingers on the keys, about to check my email, when Isaac Hanson crept out from the dark corner of my brain where I’d put him a couple of hours before.

  He was smirking at me.

  He was naked now, his body tanned and muscular.

  My eyes trailed slowly downward from his handsome face, across his bare chest and six-pack stomach, through the little field of blond curls.

  His cock was hard and straight.

  And huge.

  I shook the image from my mind and opened Google in a browser and began to type with shaky fingers.

  I typed: Isaac Hanson, Club Desire.

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