Love For Hire

Kinsley sat in front of the desk at LA’s Angels Escort Service. The man behind the desk had been eyeing her up, trying to decide if she would make him money. Mackenzie had told her that the company had high standards for their girls. She had been forced to take an STD test yesterday to assure her new employer she was clean because clean girls were one of their major selling factors. “You say you are twenty-one?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And you have never been an escort before?”

“No.”

“So why now?”

“I need the money, and a friend of mine suggested I work for you.”

cannot have one of my girls get to the client and then refuse to do the job. When that happens, I not only have to give the client back his money, but I have to double it to abide by my guarantee. You understand

money,” Kinsley repeated.

a business, not a charity. I need to know you

not do this, I am going to be starving to death on the street. I have no other options but to do this. I will

“Take

office and made her way to the dispatch room. She handed her paperwork to one woman behind a desk and then was told

through her clients' calls and assigned various different girls to each, she then looked at Kinsley and apologized, saying she had nothing for

Does he have any preferences this evening?” Again, she listened to what he had to say. “Yes, let me see which girls I have available that fit his request,” she said, typing on her computer and bringing up employee files. “I have two that fit his request… oh… I am sorry, it looks like they are both spoken for tonight,” suddenly, she looked at Kinsley and smiled. “Actually, I have a new girl that fits the bill if you are interested,” she paused. “Perfect. You have a wonderful night,” she ended the gall. “Well, it looks like you have a job tonight,” she said as she took a pad of paper and began to write a name, address,

stared at her blankly. “His