slightly open exposing subtle cleavage. She looked
amazing, so put together, and perfect, not one hair out of place, or make-up smudged.
I felt cheap in my dress.
“Bella
Rosa, I’m happy you could make it. Did you have any trouble finding the place?”
She asked.
“No, I
didn’t. I have navigation in my car. It actually led me right to the place.”
She laughed a little at my reply, and proceeded to sit across from me on the
opposite couch.
“Hector,
can you please get us some Dom Pérignon Rosé 2002?” She requested, from the man
who had showed me in. He nodded and excused himself.
“You
look extremely nervous, Bella Rosa. Where is the confident woman that I admired
from the bar? That is the woman I would like to speak to.” I smiled. I
wonder what gave me away? Could it have been my right knee bouncing, or
could she hear the beat of my overly active heart?
“You
know Beautiful Girl, I have been following you around for quite some time. You
have several men and women who are very taken by you.” That took me by surprise. She was following me?
“That
night at the bar was the first time I had ever seen you.” I assured her.
“It was
the first time I allowed myself to be seen. I realize that you like your
privacy, which is something I admire and respect. You don’t have many friends. They’re
more like acquaintances, another trait that I look for. You wear your sexuality
on your sleeve, and unlike most women, you know that when you walk into a room;
people turn. You strive on that attention, which I admire also.”
She
curiously asked, “Although, I am concerned about your boss. Is Devon going to
be a problem, Bella Rosa?”
“Not at
all.”
“Well
then, I am sure you’re wondering why I asked you to my home. I want to begin by
saying that you look beautiful. Almost, like a sacrificial lamb in that white
dress. Is that what you think this is, Bella Rosa, am I the big bad wolf? Are
you trying to tell me you’re an innocent, little virgin?” I didn’t say
anything. I didn’t know what to say.
“You
know, I’m not fond of this cat and mouse game, I feel like you’re playing with
me. You are free to speak your mind, ask me anything you would like to know.”
I raised
my eyebrows. “Why am I here?”
“Hmmm
direct, I like that about you, Bella Rosa. You don’t like to putter around; you
want to get to the point and that’s that. In my line of work that’s a very good
quality to have. Would you like to know what I do?”
I
nodded again. She thought I was direct? Really?
“I am a Madam.
Do you know what that is, Bella Rosa?” I shook my head no.
“Well…it’s
a French word for a lady. It could also mean queen, or a mistress, or it could
mean a woman who owns a brothel. Do you know what that is?”
I looked
down at my lap. “Like a place of prostitution?”
“Tsk,
tsk, tsk, Bella Rosa, prostitution is such an ugly word, and it’s highly
illegal.” She said in a high pitched voice.
“What I
run here is very much a legit business. I pay my taxes like any other American
citizen. Nevertheless, I’d like you to call this place a Cathouse . I
have some very important high society sets of clientele, who are looking for
only the best. My little black book is filled with names from all around the
world, politicians, celebrities, sheiks, prince’s, kings, doctors, men, and
women, all looking for the same thing.” She cocked her head to side. “You name
it and I probably have it. My place of business provides services of all kinds,
Bella Rosa, not just sexual. We provide companionship, you escort a client
for a duration of time and they pay.”
“Ok…what
does that have to do with me?” I asked. Yes, of course, she had my interest
piqued.
“It has
absolutely everything to do with you, Bella Rosa. You are what makes me so
successful. You could be powerful! Do you know what kind of power you hold with
that tight little thing between your legs?”
My mind
was racing. I
amazing, so put together, and perfect, not one hair out of place, or make-up smudged.
I felt cheap in my dress.
“Bella
Rosa, I’m happy you could make it. Did you have any trouble finding the place?”
She asked.
“No, I
didn’t. I have navigation in my car. It actually led me right to the place.”
She laughed a little at my reply, and proceeded to sit across from me on the
opposite couch.
“Hector,
can you please get us some Dom Pérignon Rosé 2002?” She requested, from the man
who had showed me in. He nodded and excused himself.
“You
look extremely nervous, Bella Rosa. Where is the confident woman that I admired
from the bar? That is the woman I would like to speak to.” I smiled. I
wonder what gave me away? Could it have been my right knee bouncing, or
could she hear the beat of my overly active heart?
“You
know Beautiful Girl, I have been following you around for quite some time. You
have several men and women who are very taken by you.” That took me by surprise. She was following me?
“That
night at the bar was the first time I had ever seen you.” I assured her.
“It was
the first time I allowed myself to be seen. I realize that you like your
privacy, which is something I admire and respect. You don’t have many friends. They’re
more like acquaintances, another trait that I look for. You wear your sexuality
on your sleeve, and unlike most women, you know that when you walk into a room;
people turn. You strive on that attention, which I admire also.”
She
curiously asked, “Although, I am concerned about your boss. Is Devon going to
be a problem, Bella Rosa?”
“Not at
all.”
“Well
then, I am sure you’re wondering why I asked you to my home. I want to begin by
saying that you look beautiful. Almost, like a sacrificial lamb in that white
dress. Is that what you think this is, Bella Rosa, am I the big bad wolf? Are
you trying to tell me you’re an innocent, little virgin?” I didn’t say
anything. I didn’t know what to say.
“You
know, I’m not fond of this cat and mouse game, I feel like you’re playing with
me. You are free to speak your mind, ask me anything you would like to know.”
I raised
my eyebrows. “Why am I here?”
“Hmmm
direct, I like that about you, Bella Rosa. You don’t like to putter around; you
want to get to the point and that’s that. In my line of work that’s a very good
quality to have. Would you like to know what I do?”
I
nodded again. She thought I was direct? Really?
“I am a Madam.
Do you know what that is, Bella Rosa?” I shook my head no.
“Well…it’s
a French word for a lady. It could also mean queen, or a mistress, or it could
mean a woman who owns a brothel. Do you know what that is?”
I looked
down at my lap. “Like a place of prostitution?”
“Tsk,
tsk, tsk, Bella Rosa, prostitution is such an ugly word, and it’s highly
illegal.” She said in a high pitched voice.
“What I
run here is very much a legit business. I pay my taxes like any other American
citizen. Nevertheless, I’d like you to call this place a Cathouse . I
have some very important high society sets of clientele, who are looking for
only the best. My little black book is filled with names from all around the
world, politicians, celebrities, sheiks, prince’s, kings, doctors, men, and
women, all looking for the same thing.” She cocked her head to side. “You name
it and I probably have it. My place of business provides services of all kinds,
Bella Rosa, not just sexual. We provide companionship, you escort a client
for a duration of time and they pay.”
“Ok…what
does that have to do with me?” I asked. Yes, of course, she had my interest
piqued.
“It has
absolutely everything to do with you, Bella Rosa. You are what makes me so
successful. You could be powerful! Do you know what kind of power you hold with
that tight little thing between your legs?”
My mind
was racing. I
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