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“I couldn’t walk for two damn days, Melissa.”
“Mandy’s almost done with her customer.” I closed the schedule on the screen—the flyers I’d created and handed out by Prospects made business pick up. We needed more johns, but things were heading in the right direction, making me look like I knew what I was doing. I wanted to impress Marcus and prove my worth as more than a regular old lady.
“Never thought the three of you would be involved in a he-whore house,” Gigi said. “All that time in school, and you’re throwing it away.”
“I have a hundred dollars that says you’re banging Diesel again by the time we leave Sunday.” Carmen pulled five twenties from her purse.
“That’s easy money,” Gigi said. She grabbed two fifties from her purse and laid it on Carmen’s money.
Mandy escorted her john to the front door and patted him on the ass as he left. She made a puking motion to us and sighed. “We need a higher class john.”
“I can take care of that,” Gigi said, dropping our jaws. “What? Daddy has friends in high places. So does Charles. Surely you know men in high places always have a side piece of ass waiting for them when they travel. If we’re discreet, Pine Bluff could become the next Vegas brothel.”
“Thought you weren’t interested,” Wendy said.
“I’m not. I don’t want to see my BFFs fail, that’s all.”
“Right,” Carmen said.
I asked Mandy to watch the lobby for an hour while we ran out. I had a surprise.
“Do they need to follow so closely?” Gigi asked. The two Prospects were practically on her bumper.
“Almost there,” I said. “Take the next right.”
The building was a fixer-upper from the outside, but that was part of the fun of starting a new business. The club told us to do what we thought would appeal to men. My idea was to make the outside discreet while the inside held no punches in the world of erotic.
Three bikes sat near the front door. I had another surprise inside.
“The club gave us ten thousand for the outside and another ten for the inside. We have creative freedom.” I got out and stopped at the front door. “I want you three to help.”
“You never said we’d be decorating,” Gigi said. “I’m in as an interested party.”
I opened the front door to find Marcus, Watcher, and Diesel sitting on the counter behind the reception desk. The building used to house a small community clinic but was left empty when the clinic moved to a larger facility.
“Fuck you,” Gigi whispered. “You knew he’d be here.”
“Surprise,” I whispered back.
Marcus jumped down and left the other two on the counter. Diesel had his eyes on Gigi, the smile never leaving his face. Watcher eyed Wendy and Carmen. He’d take both if it were in the cards.
“There are two offices in the back, and seven examine rooms that are pretty good size. Cleaning and painting will go a long way. I’ve hired our cleaning friend from the whore house. He’ll clean the inside, put a fresh coat of primer on the walls, and then paint it whatever colors you want.” Marcus put his arm around my shoulders. “He starts today.”
We walked through the building, and Marcus opened the back door.
There was more than enough room for cars belonging to discreet customers. The last thing we wanted was a parking lot full of soccer mom vans sitting out front. “Think we can use some of the ten grand to put up a privacy fence back here. The more privacy we give these women, the more likely they will return.”
“We can make that happen,” Diesel said. He stepped outside with us and stood next to Gigi. He brought a hard-on with him. “I’ll get the materials ordered, and Watcher and a couple of Prospects will be out here tomorrow.”
“Fuck you, Diesel,” Watcher said. “That shit ain’t my vibe.”
Diesel laughed and dropped his arm to Gigi’s lower back. She stepped away, although I was sure she didn’t want to.
“So, how do we get dick in here?” Marcus asked and shook his head at Diesel and Watcher. “We need our customers walking out on their own so they can return as soon as possible. NO BROKEN WOMEN.”
“What age?” Carmen asked. “I still have contacts within my sorority. I’m sure we could recruit of-age frat guys.”
Wendy chimed in with a smile. “A lot of my stripping clients are older men. Some really hot ones. Lots of big dicks.”
