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.”

that is all good. I am just concerned you will not go 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. You understand I lose money when girls get cold feet. I need to know you will not back

need the money,” Kinsley

am running a business, not a charity. I need to know

street. I have no other options but

the papers to her. “Take this over to dispatch down the hall and to the

one woman behind a desk and then was told to go sit at another desk

clients' calls and assigned various different girls to each, she then looked at Kinsley and

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

at her blankly.