Page 4 of Double XL Mountain Men
“Okay, fine, fine, but at least try on the shoes. It’ll be the finishing touch.”
With trepidation, I step into the five-inch heels and immediately begin to wobble.
“Oh my god!” I squeal. “How do you even walk in these things?”
“You don’t,” Kiki smirks in return. “You want to look like a newborn foal, and then collapse gracefully into a man’s lap ... and hopefully straight onto his dick.”
I turn to my friend.
“You are so foul, you know that?Youshould be the one going to this party, not me.”
Kiki merely giggles.
“I know, I know, and thanks for taking my place, Cin. I owe you a million. But you look like the perfect sexy ho cum princess, and you’re gong to rock this job. Thank you so much, and I love you, girlfriend. Now go and have a good time!”
Then, my buddy presses a glittery pink clutch into my hand, and before I know it, I’m in a stretch limo with five other ladies who are also clad in similarly skimpy, scandalous outfits.
“Hi,” says a pert redhead. “I’m Minky. I’ve never met you before. Are you new?”
“Yes. I’m Cindy, I mean, Candy,” I correct myself hastily as the limo pulls away from the curb. “This is my first time with the group.”
“Oh you’ll love it,” a gorgeous brunette chimes in while adjusting her deep décolletage. “Sweet Lies sets up the best parties, and of course, provides the best service too.”
I try not to look perturbed.
“Best service?” I ask in a nonchalant voice as the limo pulls onto the freeway. “What does that mean?”
“You don’t know?” Minky giggles while adjusting her flame-red hair. “Sweet Lies is top of the line. They started as a dating site, but they were so popular that they’ve expanded into IRL.In real life,” she clarifies. “No one really wants to do the online dating thing anymore. It’s passé and so lame.”
“Passé,” I say slowly, turning the word over in my mouth as if tasting its contours. “But what do you mean by best service? Sorry to harp, but what are we doing tonight, really?”
The beautiful brunette whose name is Lily stares at me again.
“You don’t know?”
I shake my head.
“I mean, I do. We’re dancing for a group of men, right? Shimmying and shaking, and making sure they have a good time. We’re providing entertainment.”
The two ladies exchange a look.
“Yes, but it’s a little beyond just dancing.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, my heart racing at light-speed. “Maybe I didn’t get the right impression...”
“No, it’s nothing so horrible,” the brunette laughs. “Have you ever heard of hostessing? It’s something that’s pretty common in Japan.”
“No, I haven’t,” I say with confusion. “Do we serve sake, you mean? Engage in formal tea ceremonies?”
“No, no,” Minky replies with a giggle. “It’s just that some clubs in Japan provide hostesses for their male customers. Guys come to a venue, and the space provides professional female companionship. You know, someone who’s beautiful, yet intelligent and conversant in a number of subjects. We’re all college grads, or at least getting there, and we’re expected to entertain with our minds, as well as our manners.”
I stare.
“No way. I thought this was more ... I don’t know...”
“Stripperish?” Minky asks with a smile. “That we’d be paid escorts?”
“Well, kind of yes,” I say helplessly. “I mean, I don’t think the Japanese hostess experience is very common in these parts of Minnesota.”
