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.”

through with it. You just do not seem the type. I 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.

need the money,” Kinsley

business, not a charity. I need to know

to be starving to death on the street. I have

to her. “Take this over to dispatch down the

way to the dispatch room. She handed her paperwork to one woman behind a desk and then was told to go sit at another

woman behind the desk was typing on her computer and talking on an earpiece. While she sorted through her clients' calls and assigned various different girls to each, she then looked at Kinsley and apologized, saying she had nothing for her at the moment. She asked her to leave her contact number. Kinsley cringed. She

could confess, she had no number. The woman put up her finger to silence her and then touched her Bluetooth bud to take a call. “LA’s Angels,” she said, and then her face lit up. “Oh, yes, of course. When would he like the girl to arrive, and how long would he like her to stay?” She asked, typing on her computer while the other person spoke. “Of course, we could accommodate him. 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, and time on the paper. She tore it off and handed it to Kinsley.

her blankly. “His