Chapter 3
I knocked lightly on Madam’s office door.
“Come in,” she called out.
Madam's office was just as polished and luxurious as the rest of the house but with her signature touch.
The room was decorated in shades of grey with pops of red and silver.
The contrast was beautiful. She sat behind a custom red marble desk, glasses low on her nose as she studied something on a tablet.
Madam was a stunning woman. Statuesque and stacked like a Pringles can. She looked like she was an in her past life. I wasn’t sure of her age, but I would throw big bands at her based on looks alone.
She looked up. "Gianna, come have a seat, doll.”
I stepped in, closing the door softly behind me. Lowering myself into the chair across from her desk, I smoothed my dress over my thighs.
She gave me a small smile. "How are you feeling?"
I smiled back. "Good. Me and Ronnie went out and had way more drinks than we should've, but we had a ball."
"That one is firecracker." Madam smirked.
"True," I laughed softly. "But she's the sweetest thing ever when you get to know her," I vouched.
Madam nodded. "I don't doubt that. The feisty ones usually are. But I like her."
My brow raised 'cause I wasn't expecting that.
Madam looked at me over her glasses with a knowing smile. "What? You think just because I'm firm that I'm a bitch?"
I laughed because—yes—I did. "I ain't say all that," I replied.
"You didn’t have too," she chuckled. "I know the impression I leave. But just so you know, I have nothing but your best interest at heart. I protect my girls like a mama bear, you hear me? And if you have any problems, you come to me."
I nodded quickly. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you."
"Wonderful." She pushed her glasses back on her nose and held up the tablet screen for me. "We've completed your profile." I leaned forward. “This,” she said, “is how our booking system works.”
Several professional photos from a photo shoot me and the newbies did stared back at me. It was a long day, complete with full hair and makeup, but the pictures staring back at me were flawless as she swiped through.
There were four in total: A headshot. A side profile with my hair pulled back. A full body in regular clothes. The last one was me in a black lace and bra set with garters and heels.
The next page was a bio Madam had helped me write, followed by a list of my experiences, and my do's and do not's.
Clients could request a number of services including companionship, the girlfriend experience, dinner conversation.
BDSM, role-playing, etc. and so forth. Madam had this shit set up like a Fortune 500 company.
I was equal parts impressed and nervous.
This was new territory for me. Working with dope boys and now white-collar rich men, was a completely different ball game. But I was ready to make this money.
"It looks amazing, Madam." I smiled "You think I can get copy of those pictures?"
She smiled and nodded. "Of course." She set the tablet down. “You were selected this evening.”
My brows lifted slightly. “Already?”
Madam smirked faintly. “You photograph well. You're a gorgeous woman, Gianna. It's those big brown eyes.”
I blushed slightly at that.
She tapped the screen a few times again and a new profile appeared. “Your client.”
The man in the photo looked mid-forties, deep-brown skin, well groomed, expensive suit, salt-and-pepper beard. Kinda dorky to be honest but in an endearing way.
“Daniel Cross,” Madam said. “Investment management. He’s been a member here for two years.” She set the tablet back on her desk. “He requested an intimate first date experience.”
My stomach fluttered again, but I kept my face calm.
Madam noticed. “Relax,” she said. “Mr. Cross is one of our easier clients. Polite. Predictable. Tips well. Easily pleased.”
That last part caught my attention. “I like easily pleased,” I said. "Means he's going to cum quick."
Madam leaned back in her chair with a smirk. "Yes. But the girls say he has a lot of stamina so you may need to give him a couple of rounds to satisfy him."
"That's no problem."
“Good. Because your job tonight isn’t simply to please him.” She pointed a manicured finger toward me. “It's also to make him forget the outside world exists.” Her eyes held mine.
“For two hours he gets to live in a fantasy where he is the most interesting man in the room.” She paused. “And you are the woman who chose to give him your attention.”
I nodded slowly.
Madam studied me for a moment longer before giving a small approving nod. “I have a feeling you’ll do very well here, Gianna.”
"I will. I got this." I smiled confidently
She returned it. “You have an hour to get ready. Suite Three. Chef is preparing a meal for you two. You'll meet him in the dining room."
"Sounds good. Thank you."
As I stood to leave, Madam added one more thing— “Remember…”
I paused at the door waiting for her to continue.
“We sell the experience,” she finished.
I nodded. "I got it. Thank you, Madam."
I walked out and made my way toward Suite Three which was located on the first floor.
As I walked past the parlor and approached the staircase, I could see a pair of chocolate legs out of the corner of my eyes.
Monroe descended the stairs slowly, her long fingers gliding down the ornate railing as she walked down.
I had no intention of saying anything to her because I wasn't there to make friends. Plus, I hadn't forgotten that cool look of indifference she gave me. I wasn't trying to rock the boat, but I also wasn't going to give anyone the chance to try me either.
But Monroe had other ideas apparently. She stepped in front of me blocking my path with a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Well. Well. Hello again," she said snidely.
"Hi," I greeted dryly.
Her sharp eyes studied me for a second, gaze staring at my feet and slowly moving up until they settled on my eyes. "So…first date, fresh meat?"
"Gianna," I corrected, looking her dead in her eyes.
"Right…" she dragged out. "Gianna. Pretty." She tilted her head studying me again. "Nervous?"
I rolled my eyes slightly. "This ain't my first rodeo."
"Yeah," she shrugged slightly, "but this isn't one of your backyard, big-booty barbeques," she replied haughtily. "We're not just selling sex…"
This bitch.
I bit back my temper at her condescending tone.
"We're selling an experience," I cut her off, lips twisted.
"I know the spiel. Trust me—I got this. Thanks.
" I rolled my eyes. I tried to walk past her, but she held her arm out stopping me in my tracks.
Now—I was trying to be civil, but I was two seconds off her ass.
"Just remember the hierarchy fresh meat and you'll do fine," she warned.
"You won't be fine if you don't move your fucking arm," I snapped, glaring at her.
"Everything okay, ladies?" Wisdom strolled down the hallway calmly looking between us. Bianca was at her side, prancing over with a snotty look on her face.
Monroe moved her arm down smiling. "We're all good."
Wisdom stood next to me folding her arms across her chest. "There's enough money for us all, Let's play nice."
Monroe snorted a laugh. "That's cute." She rolled her eyes and turned to Bianca. "Bianca, right?"
Bianca looked at her with admiration all over her face and nodded. Monroe looped her arm through hers, pulling her close. "Let's get to know one another."
"Of course, Monroe," she chirped as they glided off.
"Of course, Monroe," I mocked behind their backs rolling my eyes harder.
Wisdom laughed softly.
"Has she been like that to you too?" I asked shaking my head.
"No." Wisdom shook her head. "Well, not yet anyway, but we'll see." She shrugged. "She's intimidated by you though. I can tell." She placed her hands on her hips looking down the hall where they retreated to. "Just keep your eye on her, sis. Jealousy, money, and ego are a toxic combination."
I sighed. "I'm already knowing.”
Wisdom turned back to me with a warm smile. "First client?"
I nodded. "You?"
"Yep." She leaned in, voice dipping. "The Chief of Police."
"Damn." My brows shot up. "Spending the taxpayer's money on pussy is crazy."
"Hey," she shrugged again. "At least it's going back to the people."
We laughed.
She touched my arm. "Good luck."
"You too, boo."
We waved and headed to our suites.
The suites were bigger than me and Ronnie's first apartment.
I closed the door behind me and stood there for a second just taking it all in.
Low golden light washed over the room from a pair of wall sconces mounted along the walls.
A fireplace flickered softly across from a massive bed draped in champagne-colored satin sheets.
Everything looked expensive without trying too hard—plush carpet, velvet chairs, dark wood furniture polished enough to catch the light.
The air smelled faintly like vanilla and sandalwood. My heels sank slightly into the carpet as I walked further inside, my eyes scanning the space like it always did when I entered a new space. Force of habit. You learn to clock exits and corners quick in this line of work.
A marble side table held a silver tray with two crystal glasses and a bottle of whiskey.
Next to it sat a black box. I opened the lid, inside was a variety of condoms. Setting my clutch down on the vanity, I moved toward my small duffel bag that a staff member had already placed there.
I had already showered before I arrived.
My makeup and hair were flawless and now I just needed to dress.
I wasn't sure what to expect when Madam called me in, but I liked to be prepared.
I pulled out the three dresses I had brought and laid them gently on the bed.
My eyes settled on the cream satin one. Spaghetti straps, teasing neckline, form-fitting and fell just above my knee.
That was the one. I dressed and slid some strappy silver heels on my feet.