Desire (Desire, Book 1)

Chapter Eight





I arrived at work fifteen minutes early. I knew it would only take me twenty minutes from my front door to the parking lot, but I was terrified of being late, especially in my shit box of a car.

The truth was, the whole idea of this job still scared the shit out of me. I had no idea what to expect, or whether I’d be able to handle it. Waiting all day for my ten o’clock start was like waiting at the dentist to have a tooth pulled. I just wanted to get it over with.

The same scary looking man let me in, though this time he introduced himself as Barry, and gave me a small smile, before returning to his magazine. Was it wrong that I felt oddly safer with this mountain of a man nearby?



Mauve was waiting for me in the lobby. For an older woman, she was in fantastic shape. I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if she still worked. She looked pretty hot in her royal blue dress that hid all the bumps and showed plenty of cleavage.

“Kait! Great to see you. I have Emily working with you tonight, she will show you everything you need to know. Tuesday nights’ aren’t too busy, so you should be fine. I’ll be floating around if you need me, dear.” Mauve wandered off, leaving me with a pretty redhead, who I could only assume was Emily.

“Hello.” She smiled. I shook her outstretched hand, relieved that she was friendly. Some of my nerves settled as Emily chatted on as if we were old friends. She had a natural easiness to her that made me smile.

“Hi Emily, I’m Kaitlin. Call me Kait” I added, grinning.

“You look really nervous.” She giggled. I nodded, making a face. Nervous was an understatement.

“Well don’t worry. Everyone is really nice, and it’s a pretty cushy job.”

She led me into what could have easily been mistaken for a lobby of a posh hotel. This area hadn’t been a part of my tour yesterday.

There were a few black leather couches, and a big coffee table. Magazines littered the coffee table, just like you’d see in a doctors’ surgery, except these were all fine publications such as ‘Mature Mommas’ and ‘Horny Babes’. Emily giggled at my expression.

“What the punters want…” She shrugged, still giggling. “We sit over here.” We walked around a big long marble desk. “Basically, when a client comes in, you go over and introduce yourself. If he is a regular, he will usually just say who he is after. If he is a first-timer, and believe, me you’ll spot them, you run them through this.” She handed me a portfolio. I flipped it open.

“Each girl has their own page, with various photos. You look up on the computer, see who is available, and he can choose from the portfolio. All the girls are screened regularly for STD’s and you must, must sign off a new clients STD report before accepting him as a client.”

I ran my finger over the pictures. These women were beautiful. The images were far from what I would have expected, with none of the pictures revealing much, but suggesting a lot. I whistled softly at a blonde draped over a thinking seat, with only a sheer black scarf covering her.

“Oh yeah. That’s Maya. She’s pretty popular.” Emily shot me a knowing glance. “I’d probably turn for her too.” She joked. I laughed loudly. Emily was great. She was totally inappropriate, loud, and super friendly. I had a feeling we were going to get along great.

“Nice, hey?” Emily grinned. “And all the girls are so nice, too. I was expecting bitchiness left, right, and center, but really, they are lovely.”

“How did you start out here?” I asked curiously. If I didn’t seem the type to be working here, Emily certainly didn’t.

“Same as you. I applied. I’ve been here almost two years.” Wow, she barely looked eighteen. “I’m twenty-three.” She added with another smile, seeing my shocked expression.

“So what does it cost… the men?”

“It depends on what they want. There are different ‘experiences’. Not all the girls do everything, either, so another thing to remember is check with the girl if someone asks for something specific. You’ll soon know everyone, and what they like. Most of the clients are regulars anyway.”



My mind was expanding with all this information it was trying to take in. I sat down, and looked at the computer screen. Thankfully the booking program looked pretty straightforward.

“You’d also be surprised how many women we get here too.”

Wow. Women? That did surprise me.

“You just watch tonight. You’ll pick up a lot from just observing.” Emily smiled sympathetically at my overwhelmed expression.



Emily was right. By the end of my shift, I’d learned so much. Dennis was a regular who came in twice a week to see Carrie. He liked just a basic girlfriend experience, and they usually just watched a movie, followed by some kissing, and a bit of touching. I was surprised when Emily told me they hadn’t had sex yet.

All that money for a movie? Surely there were cheaper ways to take a girl out. Hadn’t he heard of internet dating?

Todd, on the other hand, was also a regular who was right into submissive play. His favorites were Maya and Kim, and he was known to have both girls together on occasion. He liked to be tied up, gagged and verbally abused while his girl of choice touched herself. Or each other.



There was a total of about ten clients over the course of my shift, all but two were regulars. The first newbie was Bryan. I watched with interest as Emily walked over to introduce herself.

“Hello.” She began warmly, “I’m Mari. Do you have an idea of what you’re after tonight?” Bryan mumbled something about sex. I felt sorry for the guy. He looked to be in his late thirties, and I was pretty sure he was a virgin. “Well we can definitely help you with that.” She flipped open the portfolio. “Tonight we have Laura, Cara, and Steph available.”

Bryan pointed at Steph.

“Wonderful choice. Steph has many special skills with her tongue, but you’ll find out all about that.” She winked, causing poor Bryan to blush profusely. She led him over to me at the desk.

“This is Bambi. She will help you with your payment.”

Bambi? Oh good god, anything but Bambi. I shot Emily a look, who smiled at me innocently, batting her eyelashes.

“Right. I’m, uh, Bambi.” I began, tapping in the details on the payment page. “That will be…$485?” I squeaked, glancing at Emily. She nodded. Holy shit. $485 for half an hour? That was some serious cash. After Bryan paid, Emily led him to a room, while I called Steph.

The girls had their own waiting room, decked out with plasma televisions, a pool table, sofas and even a kitchen. I waited nervously as the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Kait at reception. We have a new client for Steph in room four.”

“Great, thanks Kait. I’ll let her know.”



By the end of the night, I was completely exhausted. There had been so much to remember, but I’d enjoyed myself much more than I ever thought I would have. The girls were lovely, and even the men weren’t the creepy stalker type I had been expecting. Some were actually really cute and friendly.



“Hey, how did it go?” I jumped at the sound of Ara’s voice. It was close to three in the morning when I got home, so I was surprised Ara was still up. She had her head in a book, but based on her excitement, I think she’d been waiting for me.

“Hi.” I sat down on the couch, taking off my shoes. “It really wasn’t that bad.” I admitted, rubbing my feet. “Seriously.” I added, seeing Ara’s expression. “Everyone was nice.”

“What were the guys like?” Ara’s nose screwed up.

“They were nice.” I said, chuckling at her expression. She’d obviously had the same misconceptions about the men that frequented brothels as I’d had. “There were a couple that looked like they lived at home with their parents, but some weren’t bad looking. It’s just their jobs don’t allow them to meet women that easily.” Ara didn’t look convinced. I giggled. She’d make an awful escort.

“So listen, Neri and I had a pretty good chat.” Ara changed the subject.

“Yeah?” I felt a pang of jealously. My best friend had a better relationship with my sister than I did. I tried to push the feelings aside, knowing I should be happy she was opening up to someone. My biggest worry was that she’d bottle everything up, and eventually lose it. “How is school? Is she settling in okay?”

“Good. She likes it. She’s made a couple of friends already. She’s pretty hot and heavy for this Jeremy guy though.” Ara raised her eyebrows. “What do you know about this guy?”

I groaned. Just what I needed. If Neri took after me at all, then she was probably sleeping with Jeremy already.

Had mom had the ‘chat’ with her at all? Did I need to? That would be an exciting conversation I couldn’t wait to participate in.

“I guess I will talk to her then.” I sighed. “Devon came over today.”

“The cop?”

I grinned and nodded. “He is so hot, Ara. I turn into a pool of mush around him. I even imagine his hands on me. Inside me…” I sighed dreamily.

“Oh eww! Kait! Way too much info.” Ara shook her head viciously, as if trying to shake the image from her head.

“What?” I protested. “If you saw him, you’d understand.” I said, nodding knowingly, sitting back and throwing my feet over the arm of the chair.

“No news on mom, either.” I added sadly. Ara was quiet.

“I’m sorry about your mom, Kait.”

I shrugged. “Feel sorry for the kids. They’re the ones suffering here. I don’t really care. What?” I protested. Ara looked at me doubtfully. “I honestly don’t. That probably makes me sound like the worst person in the world, but I moved on.”

“I don’t think feeling nothing is ‘moving on’.” Ara rested her head on her arm. “I know you, Kait. No matter what happened before, no matter how much she hurt you. You love your mom.”

The logical part of me knew she was right, but right now I couldn’t deal with this conversation. I’d dealt with all this a long time ago. Bringing it all back up now wasn’t going to help anyone.

“Thanks Ara, for minding the kids and everything. I’m pretty beat. I think I’ll head to bed.” I brushed over her hair with my hand as I walked past her. She gave me a half smile.