shoulders. “I treated it as business,” she said simply. “I was desperate for the money quickly and that was a way of making it. It seemed the best way to get out of the problems I was in and I don’t regret it.”
“I don’t know,” said Helen, looking at the card again.
“That’s your decision to make,” went on Cassie. “But like I say it’s a way to quick money. Use it to get what you want and then get out.”
“How does it work?” Helen asked.
“The woman that runs the agency is called Michelle,” started Cassie. “You need to go and meet her once to see if she will take you on. If she does it’s then a case of phoning when you have free time and seeing if she can hook you up with someone. When I was doing it she seemed overrun with clients and I never phoned and didn’t get a job. She only uses college girls and I’m guessing that plenty work for her.”
“I don’t know,” Helen mused again.
“It’s not like you are selling yourself to a life of prostitution,” said Cassie. ‘The onus is on you to go to her for work. When you need the money you call her and if you want out you just stop calling.”
“So how much can you make?” asked Helen.
“I was getting seventy five dollars a client when I did it,” answered Cassie. “Not sure what Michelle actually charges a client and whether the going rate is still the same now, but even at seventy five dollars a pop, one thousand dollars isn’t that difficult to make.” She drained her coffee cup and stood. “Anyway, I have classes to get to. Keep the card.” She picked up her bag and walked to the door and Helen stood up and followed.
“See you soon,” said Cassie and Helen closed the door after her friend left. She moved back to the table and sat toying with the card. The idea started to grow on her, but when her next class was due she finally put the card in a drawer and left.
Over the next couple of days Helen mulled over her dilemma and came closer and closer to phoning the number on the card. She took Cassie’s line of reasoning that it was strictly business, although she struggled to convince herself entirely. Selling sex really did seem a tacky idea, but if it got her out of her problems then it was something she needed to consider. She finally pulled the card from its hiding place in the drawer and before she gave herself a chance to change her mind, dialled the number.
“Hi, Michelle speaking,” said the professional sounding voice on the other end of the line.
“Umm…, hi,” started Helen. “A friend gave me your card and I wondered if you would consider me for your agency.”
“A new girl,” said Michelle. “I’m always glad to hear from them. You are at college I take it.”
“Yup,” answered Helen.
“OK, well you need to come and see me as a first step,” Michelle went on. “When can you come?”
“Straight away if possible,” said Helen. She wanted to get it over and done with and going without delay left less chance that doubts would creep into her mind and stop her.
“Yeah, I can see you now,” said Michelle. She gave the college girl her address and then hung up the call. Helen quickly grabbed her town map and searched for the name of the street in the index. She flicked to the correct page in the book and saw that the address wasn’t overly far from the college. Grabbing her coat and bag, she left the room and decided just to walk. The journey took a little over twenty minutes and she eventually worked her way to the correct house. The residential property seemed an unlikely setting for an escort agency, but she hesitated for only a few seconds before making her way inside the garden gate and up the path to the door. Helen rang the bell and fidgeted nervously as she waited for it to be answered. She almost jumped when the door swung open and looked to see an older woman smiling at her.
“Michelle?” she
“I don’t know,” said Helen, looking at the card again.
“That’s your decision to make,” went on Cassie. “But like I say it’s a way to quick money. Use it to get what you want and then get out.”
“How does it work?” Helen asked.
“The woman that runs the agency is called Michelle,” started Cassie. “You need to go and meet her once to see if she will take you on. If she does it’s then a case of phoning when you have free time and seeing if she can hook you up with someone. When I was doing it she seemed overrun with clients and I never phoned and didn’t get a job. She only uses college girls and I’m guessing that plenty work for her.”
“I don’t know,” Helen mused again.
“It’s not like you are selling yourself to a life of prostitution,” said Cassie. ‘The onus is on you to go to her for work. When you need the money you call her and if you want out you just stop calling.”
“So how much can you make?” asked Helen.
“I was getting seventy five dollars a client when I did it,” answered Cassie. “Not sure what Michelle actually charges a client and whether the going rate is still the same now, but even at seventy five dollars a pop, one thousand dollars isn’t that difficult to make.” She drained her coffee cup and stood. “Anyway, I have classes to get to. Keep the card.” She picked up her bag and walked to the door and Helen stood up and followed.
“See you soon,” said Cassie and Helen closed the door after her friend left. She moved back to the table and sat toying with the card. The idea started to grow on her, but when her next class was due she finally put the card in a drawer and left.
Over the next couple of days Helen mulled over her dilemma and came closer and closer to phoning the number on the card. She took Cassie’s line of reasoning that it was strictly business, although she struggled to convince herself entirely. Selling sex really did seem a tacky idea, but if it got her out of her problems then it was something she needed to consider. She finally pulled the card from its hiding place in the drawer and before she gave herself a chance to change her mind, dialled the number.
“Hi, Michelle speaking,” said the professional sounding voice on the other end of the line.
“Umm…, hi,” started Helen. “A friend gave me your card and I wondered if you would consider me for your agency.”
“A new girl,” said Michelle. “I’m always glad to hear from them. You are at college I take it.”
“Yup,” answered Helen.
“OK, well you need to come and see me as a first step,” Michelle went on. “When can you come?”
“Straight away if possible,” said Helen. She wanted to get it over and done with and going without delay left less chance that doubts would creep into her mind and stop her.
“Yeah, I can see you now,” said Michelle. She gave the college girl her address and then hung up the call. Helen quickly grabbed her town map and searched for the name of the street in the index. She flicked to the correct page in the book and saw that the address wasn’t overly far from the college. Grabbing her coat and bag, she left the room and decided just to walk. The journey took a little over twenty minutes and she eventually worked her way to the correct house. The residential property seemed an unlikely setting for an escort agency, but she hesitated for only a few seconds before making her way inside the garden gate and up the path to the door. Helen rang the bell and fidgeted nervously as she waited for it to be answered. She almost jumped when the door swung open and looked to see an older woman smiling at her.
“Michelle?” she
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