An Escort for Christmas

I was actually quite surprised at how professional the entire setup was. Madame Jackie was very gracious and open with me during her in depth explanations of the services I would be providing. She also insisted I had to have an STD screen before I could even be considered, regardless of sex being off the table. For some reason it made me feel a little better, knowing that the same applied to the male clients I would be seeing. Not that I ever intended to sleep with them, of course.

Once all of that was done, Madame Jackie took me into what she called ‘the wardrobe’. I called it heaven. Designer labels as far as the eye could see, things I would never be able to afford in this lifetime. She explained that whenever I had a date, she would help me choose something from the wardrobe, and then it would be returned when I was done. I was beyond thrilled with this little perk.

Everything was actually going quite well and my nerves had abated. Until Katia sat me down and showed me the ad they’d written. It started off with:

Let me be your arm candy for the night

“Really, Katia?” I groaned. “Arm candy? That makes me sound like I’m something special.”

“You are something special.” She winked. “You just don’t know it yet.”

“What are all these acronyms?” I asked. “I don’t understand. It looks like some kind of puzzle or something.”

She shook her head and smothered a laugh at my question. “That one says you’re an exotic, beautiful woman.”

“Exotic?” I blinked. Hardly.

“Um, yeah. Trust me sweetheart, with your dark hair and eyes, you’re exotic as hell. Men eat that shit up. And don’t even get me started on your perfect skin or high cheekbones. I’m so jealous of those, by the way.”

“I don’t know about this.” I worried my lip between my teeth. “It feels like we’re tricking them somehow. I don’t want them to expect a model or something.”

“Trust me, Harper. As long as you have tits and an ass, they don’t care. And you have both of those in spades.”

I blushed and looked down at my chest. I was a C cup, so it wasn’t like I was overflowing there. But on my petite frame, it was abundant. Same story with my ass. It didn’t matter how many leg lifts or butt blasting workouts I tried- that wasn’t going anywhere.

“Okay.” I set the ad down, refusing to look at it anymore. I had to trust Katia’s judgment on this. “So what do we do now?”

“Well…” Katia smiled. “Even though you have nice tits and an ass, you do still look a little too… girl next door. So we need to sex you up a bit.”

I swallowed. “And how do you suggest we do that?”

She spun her keys around her fingers and winked. “I’ve booked you an appointment with Franco at the salon, he’s going to take care of it.”

I frowned, but Katia held up her hand before I could protest. “It’s part of the package. It’ll come out of your first paycheck, so don’t worry. Madame Jackie needs her girls to look nice, and this is part of the agreement. You will be waxed, plucked, scrubbed and polished within an inch of your life. But you will look fucking awesome by the time it’s all through.”

“Sounds like fun.” I snorted. “Do I get a drink after?”

“Drinks are on me,” she promised.

Chapter Three

Franco had just put the finishing touches on my hair when Katia came back with a huge grin on her face.

“Ooooheeee, somebody better call the fire department, Franco.”

He clapped his hands together proudly. “I know, right?”

“You look so hot, babe.” Katia tugged me from the chair and made me do a spin. “And just in time too.”

“What do you mean?”

I was still too busy staring at my reflection in the mirror. True to Katia’s word, I’d been waxed and scrubbed to within an inch of my life. I was hurting in places I hadn’t even known existed. But my hair did look amazingly glossy, and Franco had done an excellent job on my makeup too. It was natural without going overboard.

“Madame Jackie just called,” Katia explained. “She has a bite on your ad. And it sounds like a big one.”