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.”

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. You understand I lose money when girls

the money,” Kinsley repeated.

a business, not a

going to be starving to death on the street. I have no other options but to do this. I will do what I have

then handed the papers to her. “Take this over to dispatch down the hall and to the left. You cannot

room. She handed her paperwork to one woman behind a desk and then was told to go sit

looked at Kinsley and apologized, saying she had nothing for her at the moment. She asked her to leave her contact number. Kinsley cringed.

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…

at her blankly. “His