I sat in front of the mirror and made sure every lock of my long blond hair was in place. Blue eyes gazed back at me as I then inspected my eye liner and mascara. Deciding I didn’t need any beauty touch-ups at the moment, I thought of how I would spend the remainder of the evening once I, and a few of my fellow housemates, were inspected by the perspective “buyer” that was due to show up soon. Unless I was the chosen one, of course.
I, Ginny Gold, was actually for sale. Well, for rent was more like it. I could be rented for $250 a night, $1700 a week, or you could rent me for a whole month at a whopping price of $6000. The longer you rented me, the more you saved. But that was only if you were willing to take good care of me and not abuse me in any way.
You would think that at twenty-nine years of age I would have found a more “normal” line of work, but I actually enjoyed being the equivalent of a live-in and highly pampered sex toy. Not because it paid all that great but because of how easy it was. With this job I didn’t need to worry about rent, mortgages, groceries, insurance, bills or much of anything in which most people had to worry about since that was all provided for me.
I didn’t even own a car. I could if I wanted to, but I just didn’t, and a vehicle wasn’t a must in my line of work anyway.
I rose from my chair and inspected my entire self in a full-length mirror. Average height, average weight, fairly nice features. Even so, one would probably never suspect I did what I did for a living.
I had a relatively easy life. Not a perfect life, but one I was satisfied with. My five former “buyers” were good to me and I managed not to get too attached or too used to being where I was at the time. Especially since we were usually rented out on a weekly basis and then it was on to a new buyer’s home for however long they wanted to house, feed and pamper us while we provided them with whatever sexual pleasures they wanted. Within reason, of course.
When we weren’t out for rent at the moment, we stayed in a large house with what was usually one other roommate. Again, all our expenses were paid, plus we were given some extra money for any extras we may want – books, DVDs, clothes, etc. It was up to us how we spent our extra cash. One who worked for this type of upscale escort service with a twist, as I liked to refer to it, wasn’t usually out of a job for more than a week or two, and if you were, then you were definitely in the wrong profession.
I come from a somewhat large and close-knit family with hard-working parents who were married – and still are – as well as two brothers and one sister, all younger than me except for one of my brothers. Patrick is thirty-two, but Alex and Alexa, who are actually twins, are twenty-five. My family is the only part of my life that could get tricky at times. They knew damn well what I did for a living. I wasn’t one to lie, especially to my family. So when I was asked about my new “job,” I readily gave up the details. Dad hadn’t known what to say. He had merely gone slack-jawed and silent in stunned disbelief. Mom, on the other hand, had been quick to list off everything bad that could possibly happen to me.
Moving my pin straight flaxen hair from my face, I slipped into my hot pink high-heeled pumps that matched my form-fitting slinky dress which barely covered my well exercised buns. I then decided on a half-hour run on the treadmill followed by a hot, relaxing bubble bath if I wasn’t “sold” that evening. Then I would be sure to spend the last hour or so of my day curled up in bed with a good book. Edgy romance or maybe a good thriller.
My roommate, Daisy, suddenly entered the room. “The lady’s here now for anyone that’s willing to be rented by another woman,” she announced.
That was all I had agreed to be rented by when agreeing to work for the agency in the first place. Had that not been a choice, I would have turned the job down. Nothing against men; it was just women I happened to be attracted to. This way I also didn’t have to worry about pregnancy and my chances of contracting any diseases were lower. I didn’t mind, however, if I wasn’t attracted to the woman interested in buying me since it was just a job. Back in my exotic dancing days, gender didn’t matter at all for the patrons of the clubs I had danced at were only allowed to look but never touch. As long as the woman that bought me wasn’t hideously huge or ugly and didn’t give me the creeps in any way or expect anything too off the wall, I would be ready and willing to please.
“Ok,” I said, following Daisy out of the room, down the long corridor and then down the stairs. All the while I wondered why Daisy’s parents chose to name my sometimes obnoxious twenty-one-year-old roommate Daisy. Daisy just didn’t make you think of a daisy of all flowers. Maybe a blood red rose or deep dark orchids, but not a daisy. Daisies were usually light in color yet there was nothing light about the short, energetic girl with the ebony hair and eyes.
“Emmy says we can just wait in the parlor. She’s not done speaking with the woman in her office just yet so she says to just hang out and wait but don’t go far,” said a fellow employee as I stepped off the bottom riser. This one was relatively new and I hadn’t had much interaction with her as of yet. I didn’t even know her name.
I smiled politely and nodded, then I took a seat in the parlor. Gazing out the window, I eyed the well-manicured grounds as the sun began to set. Suddenly I wondered what I would do with myself when I became too old to appeal much to the clientele in general. What other job could I get that would provide me with the same kind of fun, adventure and interesting variety that went with living in different places with different “lovers,” none of which I had to pay for but was instead paid to live with and play with.
I’d only been on the job for three months. I thought of my last five “owners,” three white, one Mexican, and one British. All had been just average looking but one of the white ladies bordered on ugly. She’d had an ok body but her face had these ugly scars – possibly from having acne when she was younger – that really detracted from her looks. I actually preferred a nicer face on a not as nice body if I couldn’t have my cake and eat it, too.
A harsh voice penetrated my thoughts and made me turn in the direction of the doorway to find an incredibly loud-speaking black woman standing in it. Was she deaf or something? Or did she just think everyone else was?
We made eye contact for a split second and I seriously hoped to hell she wasn’t a client but was a new worker instead. She had a great body, but her hideously ugly face was framed with yellow thick-framed glasses that added to her ugliness as did her curly-kinky hair. I almost felt sorry for the woman and wondered what her mother must’ve thought when she realized just how homely a daughter she had produced.
Lucky for her the clients don’t usually care as much about the face, I thought to myself, noting the stark contrast between her and Shelma, also black, and who happened to be a close friend of mine and the one who had referred me to Emmy’s Escort Service.
I watched the woman turn to head upstairs and immediately disliked her. Everything about her aggressive tone of voice and mannerisms screamed words like selfish, conceited, inconsiderate and rude. There’s no way I’ll ever be roomies with this one, I decided.
The woman suddenly turned back and accidentally brushed against me as she went to snatch a piece of hard candy from a bowl on a small table next to me. I expected at least a quick “excuse me” or “sorry” before she turned to head back up the stairs, but she said nothing.
I looked around me. There were about thirty of us living in this big old house, though not usually all at once since most of us were usually out on jobs which means our beds remained empty most of the time. You sure hoped they did, anyway. From the looks of it I had about six or seven competitors that night, most of which I felt were better looking than I was. I knew that was a matter of personal opinion, though I still didn’t expect to be going anywhere that night.
And so I waited and waited for Emmy and the prospective buyer. I could easily picture Emmy interviewing the person. Part of her job was to really feel them out (not in that way) and get a sense of just who they were so as to hopefully not send any of us to some nut job like my mother feared.
Emmy, somewhere in her late thirties, lived full-time in the house and was in charge of screening both the workers and the clients. She was a very mellow, soft spoken woman that was easy to get along with but had a very mousy appearance. She was the kind you automatically assumed was perhaps a childcare worker or something like that. Not running a fancy escort service.
Although what we did was legal, it was still by far controversial to many people. Just because we didn’t parade around half naked on the streets, quick to jump into the first car carrying the first stranger that happened to stop by, no questions asked, didn’t mean that many people didn’t view us in the same way they viewed the street hookers – as lowlife sluts who were no doubt a bunch of druggies, riddled with all kinds of diseases.
In actuality, we were regularly tested for drugs and diseases, as were the clients. Background checks were also run on both parties. A client couldn’t simply walk in and order up a girl, unlike on the streets. There was a step by step process that had to be gone through and passed with satisfactory expectations or else you couldn’t work at Emmy’s Escort Service and you couldn’t “rent” a lady that did either.
The application was extensive but that was mostly because we had a long list of “services” to go through and check off just what we would or would not be willing to do. To each their own, but as far as I was concerned asses were for shitting, not for penetrating. So sodomy was one of the no-no’s right there.
Golden showers? Don’t even think about it!
Weapons? In your dreams, honey!
Whips, chains and belts? Hmm… depended on just what you had in mind for those particular items. If you didn’t use them with too much force I would be more likely to submit to those who had a fancy for these things.
Bondage? Sure, as long as you were willing to untie me when I needed to pee and didn’t plan on leaving me tethered or chained for long periods at a time.
Adding another woman or a man? Uh-uh. Two’s company, three’s a crowd.
What I also liked about working for the escort service was that everybody was a willing participant. Those who worked there wanted to work there, and if they were truly unhappy with anyone they were placed with, they had the right to leave, no questions asked.
Just then Emmy entered the large room with our newest client, and as I turned to look at the woman, I wondered if I’d just hit pay dirt.
The woman was stunning. Not in a model sort of way or a way in which most guys were hot for, but there was just something about her that caused me to be instantly attracted to her. Something about those eyes. Those eyes had a look of confidence and wisdom that appealed to me. Her face as a whole was lovely yet appeared to be slightly intimidating at the same time. I liked that in a woman, too. I didn’t like overly soft features that suggested a woman may be on the weak side, but I also didn’t like them to look mean and ugly either. This lady had just the right balance of prettiness and a don’t-mess-with-me look that would make a smaller woman like me feel safe.
Her body was tall and slender and if we were both barefoot I’d guess she’d be about five inches taller than me.
“Listen up, ladies,” said Emmy. “This here is Anina and she would like to visit with whoever she chooses to interview as a potential housemate and that is willing to go with her.”
Unfortunately for me, everyone in the room was willing to go home with Anina that night. After all, it was all just a job as far as most of us were concerned. But I really, really wanted this job! It wasn’t every day that I came face to face with an instant turn-on. It may make saying good-bye in the end a bit harder, but it would be worth the fun while it lasted. Job or not, didn’t most people prefer to have sex with those they were attracted to as opposed to those they weren’t?
Then, almost as if she sensed my desperation and desire, her gaze met mine. My eyes locked with her hazel-gray ones. I felt a tremble and a stirring within me that I had yet to feel since I’d started working for Emmy. I smiled, suddenly feeling self conscious.
Anina pulled her gaze from mine and scanned the faces of the other ladies. Then her gaze met mine once again. “I think I’d like to talk to the lady by the window,” she said in an accent I couldn’t quite place.
“Oh, that’s Ginny,” said Emmy.
I could barely contain my excitement as I flashed a smile in Anina’s direction.
“Ginny, would you like to chat with Miss Hahn here in the other room?”
“Sure,” I said, following the women to one of the so-called meeting rooms.
Emmy opened the door to one, flicked on the light and gestured Anina and myself inside. “Will this be ok?” she asked.
“Yes, it’s fine,” Anina said with a polite smile.
She left us alone to take a seat on the plush couch in the room. The “meeting” room was just a small room with a couch and a few chairs where the prospective clients could meet with the girls.
“So,” said Anina with a smile as we took seats on the couch, “how are you tonight?”
“I’m fine,” I told her, trying not to appear nervous.
“Been here long?”
“No, not really. Just a few months.”
“You like it?”
I shrugged. “It has its interesting moments and I like the money. It’s good pay. Not great, but good.”
Anina studied me, small smile playing at the corners of her lips, making me blush. “I can’t deny you’re the best looking client I’ve met so far,” I dared say.
Anina smiled wider. “Oh, good. I’m glad to hear that. I saw your picture online.”
“Yeah, I went through several profiles. Your picture and your profile really called out to me. I like that you’re a lesbian because so am I.”
“That’s nice to know,” I said. “I can’t make out that accent. It doesn’t quite sound British.”
“It’s German. I’m from Germany,” Anina told me.
“Wow. You’re a long way from home,” I said.
“Munich is far away, alright.” Anina brushed a lock of her long light brown hair from her face. “So, would you be up to being my guest for a week at least?”
“Sure,” I said, trying not to sound too eager.
“I thought we could start with a week, and then we’ll see what happens from there.”
“Ok,” I said, standing up when she did.
“I’ll tell you up front, though, that as gorgeous as you may be I’m very picky.”
I wasn’t sure whether or not I should ask what she meant by that.
“I’ve got a specific way of living that I’m used to and that I like.”
“Ok,” I said again.
“Part of this means that I’m usually rather particular when it comes to intimate relations.”
I wasn’t sure what this meant either. I only hoped she’d read and agreed with the things I stated in my profile which I would and would not agree to do.
“How do you feel about older women, Ginny?”
“I’ve always preferred them, actually.”
I nodded. “Mind my asking your age?”
“No,” Anina said shaking her head. “I’m forty-two.”
“Wow, you look great for forty-two.”
“I take it that’s thank you in German?”
“That it is, sweetie,” Anina said opening the door.
We stepped out into the still dim but brighter entryway. A few girls were milling about, going up or down the stairs, heading in or out of the lounge and kitchen, and some were coming and going from the house altogether.
“I’m going to go find Emmy,” said Anina. “Meanwhile, I guess you can go gather up your stuff and whatever you need to make yourself comfortable for the next week.”
“I’ll get right on it,” I said with a smile and turned to head up the stairs. But I wasn’t so fast that I missed Anina’s suggestive wink.
I restrained myself from taking the stairs two at a time, but once I reached the landing up top I hightailed it to my room faster than fast to pack my stuff.
The door was open as I approached it and the room was brightly lit. “Hey, Daisy,” I said.
“Hey,” she said as she crammed her belongings into an overnight bag.
“I see you’ve been purchased, too,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah, some Brazilian guy. He’s kind of cute.”
“With me it’s a German lady. And she’s more than kind of cute. She’s hot as hell,” I said, now unable to contain my excitement.
“Oh, yeah?” Daisy said, smiling.
“Oh, yeah,” I said with a dreamy smile of my own. “I never expected to be so in lust with any of the clients, but I was hooked the instant I saw her.”
“Well, don’t get too hooked, girl.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s just a job and it’s just temporary. But at least I get to have fun doing my job for once instead of just going through the motions and that sort of thing.”
“I hear you on that one,” Daisy said. “It’s just not the same with those who aren’t appealing.”
I nodded. “Like the difference between wearing a dress in your favorite color and one in a boring color.”
“So how long will you be wearing your favorite color?”
“At least. She did say that after a week we’d see what happened from there.”
“Well, I hope you have loads of fun.”
I suddenly realized that I’d been doing nothing but standing there gabbing in my excitement and hadn’t yet made a move to pack anything.
“See you whenever,” Daisy said as she zipped her suitcase.
“See you, Daisy,” I said. “Have fun.”
“I’ll try,” she said, reminding me not to forget to lock the door even though nothing of value would be left behind, and then she was gone.
I scurried to pack my belongings as fast as I could, and although I didn’t have much there at the house, it seemed to take forever. When I was done I stepped back and scanned the room, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. When I was confident I had all I needed, I locked up and hurried downstairs.
I expected Anina to be waiting for me, but a glance at Emmy’s closed office door told me they were still talking. I was just about to make myself comfortable in the lounge when the door opened up and out stepped Emmy along with my newest – and definitely the hottest – playmate.
“There she is,” said Emmy. “All set, honey?”
“Sure am,” I said, eying the tall and gorgeous Anina. She was dressed in jeans and a dark silk blouse. She also wore dangling gold earrings and her makeup was perfectly applied.
Anina thanked Emmy and then she and I made our way out in the warm summer evening.
“Here, I’ll take that,” Anina said, taking my bags before I could say anything and leaving me with just my purse.
“The car’s just right over here.”
She led me to her black Mercedes and placed my bags in the back seat, and then she opened the passenger door for me.
The car was incredibly clean, comfortable and roomy.
Once she pulled out onto the street she asked, “Ever been dominated by a woman before? I mean really dominated?”
I frowned. What was really dominated?
“Well… I… yeah, I guess you could say so,” I said trying not to sound inexperienced and as if I lacked confidence in myself.
“Ever posed for the camera?”
“Yes, a few times.”
Without taking her eyes off the road, I saw a smile form on Anina’s face. “Damn, I’m going to have such fun making you my submissive,” she said.
I smiled too, but inside I was surprised to suddenly find myself feeling a bit nervous.
We pulled up to a beautiful condominium. The building looked modern and pricey, the grounds immaculate.
“How lovely,” I said as Anina maneuvered the Mercedes into a double-car garage. There were no other vehicles parked within it. I stepped out of the car. The only other objects in the brightly lit garage were the usual things one stored in their garage – tools, spare pieces of furniture, old lamps and appliances, and a couple of bikes.
I was walking around to the driver’s side of the car as Anina pulled my bags from the back seat. “Right this way, ma’am,” she said in a cheery voice.
We entered the door which was just a couple yards from the car and stepped into the spacious condo. I followed the tall, attractive woman as she went through the place flicking on lights.
“Wow, this is nice,” I said, and I meant it, too.
“Danke, dear. Come with me.”
I continued to follow her to what I thought would be a guestroom. The people I stayed with usually supplied me with my own room during the duration of my stay, even though I usually slept with them. Anina, however, was determined to keep me close by at least for starters.
Upon passing the other bedroom I could see that it appeared to be set up as an office and was of average size. The master bedroom, however, was huge.
Anina cleared a spot on top of a long dresser. “Just throw your stuff down for now,” she told me.
I did as I was told and then I was unsure of myself. Should I ask what she wanted me to do next, or should I just wait for further instructions? Before I could decide Anina said, “Come.”
I followed her into the living room. It was spacious and airy. I looked up toward the skylights, but there was nothing blackness beyond them since it was now nighttime.
Anina sat on her long curvy couch which ran along two different walls. I was about to sit next to her when she said, “Wait. Before we get into chatting and having any fun, I’d like a full view of my purchase.”
I remained on my feet, still feeling self conscious and unsure of myself. This was something I’d never felt before with any other client.
“Ready?” she asked.
At first I thought she was asking me to step back so she could see me from head to toe.
“Your online pictures are lovely and while they may expose most of you, they don’t exactly show it all.”
Now that I understood that she wanted me to strip, I slowly began to undress before her eyes. Her gaze was intent and serious but otherwise unreadable. I had no idea just what it was she wanted to see or if she was approving of what she saw so far or not. I wondered about this although I didn’t ask. If she suddenly realized I had a birthmark or something, would she send me back? And what if she thought my thighs were too chunky? I wasn’t skinny like she was. I wasn’t fat, but I wasn’t thin in the least bit. I had a curvier and almost athletic appearing body. My tummy was flat but I had ample hips and breasts. The only thing Anina had much of was her own breasts.
I was now fully undressed and hoping she didn’t mind “trimmed” pussies, though I could always shave it all off if that’s what she wanted even though I didn’t like to do that. Shaving seemed to make me itch no matter how much expensive lotion I put on afterwards, gave me worse of a regrowth, and made me feel too little girlish.
I must’ve won her approval for a slow and sexy smile began to tug at the corners of her lips.
“Turn around,” she said.
“Ok, that will do,” she said, rising from the couch.
I smiled and said, “Glad I passed your inspection.”
“That you did my sweet one. Now how about a martini?”
I wasn’t much of a drinker, but why not? “Sure,” I said.
“Do you drink much?”
“No, I’m usually more of a coffee and soda person if I’m not drinking just plain old water.”
“You’re a real fitness buff.”
“I like to keep in shape.”
“You’re not on any medication, correct?”
“That is correct,” I told her, thinking the question a bit odd but not questioning her question in any way. Perhaps that was because I was just so damn turned on by this woman that I didn’t want to blow it in any way. As long as we got along well enough I really hoped to stay with her for as long as I could.
She mixed our drinks and carried them back to the couch, kicking off her shoes along the way.
I had pulled on my pink silky panties and matching bra and was about to put my dress back on as well, but then she stopped me. “No,” she said, “I really like you in just your undies.”
I let the dress slip back to the floor and sat next to her on the couch. “Thank you,” I said as I took my drink from her.
“Your little matching bra and panties are so cute and sexy at the same time.”
“Thanks,” I said, feeling myself blush.
This seemed to amuse her and she said, “So what do you think so far?”
“I think that both you and your home are gorgeous.” We gazed intently at one another. “Have you ever done this before?”
“No,” she said, keeping her eyes on me as she sipped from her glass. “Is that ok?”
“That’s fine with me. It really doesn’t matter either way, but I will say that I’ve never been attracted to a client before you.”
I shook my head.
Her expression turned serious again as I sipped from my own glass.
“Remember what we talked about in the car on the way over?”
My mind thought back to the drive over. “About domination and submission?”
A sly smile and a slight nod, as if she were impressed that I remembered.
“What about it?”
“Do you always do what you’re told?”
“What’s within reason?”
“Well,” I said, unsure of where she was going, “you read in my file what’s acceptable to me and what’s not.”
“I did, and I intend to respect your wishes. In other words I won’t make you do any of the things you specified in your file that you won’t do.”
Then what was she getting at?
She seemed almost amused at the way I frowned with confusion. “I can tell this is new to you,” she said.
“Yeah,” I admitted, feeling a bit dumb. Then I decided the direct approach may be best after all. “Just what is it you’d like of me, Anina?”
She smiled broadly, momentarily exposing beautiful teeth that were a bit too white and too even to be real, especially since she was a smoker.
I began to feel sleepy and struggled to suppress a yawn. She picked up on it anyway.
I nodded. “A little bit. It’s been a long day.”
“I own you now Ginny,” she told me in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
I couldn’t help but yawn if I wanted to.
“I am your master and you are my slave.”
My eyelids began to droop.
What the hell was going on?
“And everything you do, say and wear can and will only be done with my permission and my permission only.”
A sense of panic began to well up within me as I realized I wasn’t simply tired.
She took my glass and set it down on the glass coffee table in front of us. My head slumped against the back of the black leather couch that was both cool and soft to the touch.
What the hell?!
“Even what you eat and drink will be up to me,” she said, voice sounding further and further away.
“W—what the hell did you put in my drink?” I groggily demanded.
“Just something to relax you. Don’t worry,” she said, finishing her own, untainted drink. “It won’t hurt you.”
Her eyes suddenly took on a sinister look as she stared hard and seriously at me. “Do not speak unless spoken to.”
Every ounce of my gut told me it would definitely be in my best interest to obey her commands.