The Plan (8 page)

“
The
Agreement?
”
I
replied.

“
Yes,
I guess you can call it a Code of Honor. It is an agreement between you and me,
”
she said.

Oh, great,
I thought . . .
what
’
s this . . . The Agreement?
Is this some legal document that binds me to a one year commitment? What does
she want from now . . . my firstborn?

“
Much
of the paperwork around here is required by the state and the IRS,
”
Elaine said.
“
But I
’
m old school. I believe your word is your
bond. If I tell you something, you can take it to the bank, Kelly. I do not
lie. I do not cheat. I do not steal. And, I do not let my girls get in over
their head.

“
If
there is something you do not feel comfortable with, I want you to tell me. If
a client hurts you, threatens you, or stalks you
—
you tell me and I will deal with it,
immediately. That
’
s
what you can expect from me.

“
Now,
here is what I expect from you. No illegal drugs, period. If you take
prescriptions drugs, you need to let me know right away.
”

I remembered that I had lied on my
application about taking anxiety meds. How did it not turn up on my toxicology
report, I had no idea. I guess they were just looking for HIV or AIDS.

“
Low
levels of alcohol are permissible when you are with a client. Now, if you want
to get smashed on your own time, be my guest, just don
’
t come to work drunk or hung over,
”
she insisted.

I nodded.

“
We
good so far?
”
Elaine
asked.

“
Yes,
ma
’
am,
”
I answered.

“
Okay,
good. You must agree not to moonlight with clients.
”

“
Moonlight?
”
I replied.

“
That
means you cannot date your customers or see them
off
the clock. You
cannot arrange meetings with clients outside of our booking. This is for your
protection and mine. No offense, but the last thing I need is for you or one of
my girls to wind up dead in an alley somewhere because you got greedy or
sloppy.
”

“
I understand,
”
I
said. I began to wonder what my strategy was going to be when and if I met
Harvey Goldman.

I need to get him alone so I can find out
what happened to my sister.

“
Kelly,
Kelly?
”
Elaine
called.

For a moment, I drifted away thinking
about Harvey and about Penny. I looked back into Elaine
’
s eyes.

“
Are
you all right?
”
she
asked.

“
Oh,
yes. I
’
m
sorry, I was thinking about what to wear.
”

I was going to tell her that it wouldn
’
t be necessary, that I had already
purchased everything I would need, but I stopped myself.

“
Now,
for
The Agreement
,
”
she
said.
“
If
you want a job, go somewhere else. If you want a family, accept me as Madam and
take me as your
‘
substitute
mom.
’
That means no secrets.

“
Let
me tell you what secrets do, Kelly. They isolate you from others and create
misunderstandings. They break trust, and trust is very important to me. In this
business, secrets can get you killed. Promise me Kelly, can I trust you?
”

“
Absolutely,
”
I said without hesitation, lying to her.

“
Okay,
great,
”
she
replied.
“
I
want you to see Lori at the receptionist desk. She has a check for you.
”

Elaine stood up,
“
Oh, I didn
’
t think of it until just now, do you have
a bank account in Vegas yet?
”

“
Yes,
”
I said. Lie number two. It was something
on my list, but I hadn
’
t
gotten around to it. I was carrying lots of cash and my bank account was in New
York City.

“
Super,
”
Elaine said.
“
Then I want you to come tomorrow night, if
that
’
s not too soon.
”

“
Oh,
no, that
’
s fine
.
”

Elaine walked around the desk and opened
up her arms, signaling that she wanted to hug me. I had not been hugged in over
a year, not since last Christmas with Penny
—
I missed her so bad. When Elaine hugged
me, I could smell her perfume and feel her warmth. Her soft sincere embrace
made me emotional.

She held me tight, like a mother would. I
couldn
’
t
even remember hugging my own mom anymore. The scars, the wounds, the loss of
memory, the meds, and the pain caused me to lose touch with
my emotions. Elaine
’
s sincerity was refreshing, but it started
to open my emotional floodgates and that was not good; I gently pushed her away
to end the kind cuddle. She let me go, giving me a smile and some more
instructions.

The next night I went to work with a
duffle bag full of clothes. I did not know what to expect, or what to wear, so
I brought several outfits for different occasions and moods. Janine met me at
the door and took me to the employee changing room. Each escort had an assigned
locker. It was so professional.

Janine gave me
an ID
badge, along with the security code numbers and passwords. Every room had a
keypad (with a unique code) and security cameras. Madam Elaine did not sit and
watch us on the cameras, she hired a professional security company who operated
the video feed 24/7. It felt safer at the brothel than most government
buildings.

It was nearly seven o
’
clock. I sat in the main lobby on a
crushed velvet couch, listening to music from the speakers mounted in the
ceiling and chatting with a couple other girls that Janine had introduced to
me,

After some chit-chat with a few of the
escorts
—
who
were giving me pointers and telling stories
—
Janine went to the restroom and vomited.
She did that three times in a fifteen-minute span, at which point Elaine sent
her home early, not wanting the others to catch whatever it was that she had.

I was scheduled to watch the monitors with
Madam Elaine as part of my training. But because Janine went home sick, she was
shorthanded. She tried to get a replacement, but the two girls she contacted
were out of town and unavailable.

Elaine walked into the lobby and motioned
for me to follow her. We walked into her office and shut the door.

“
I
’
m down one girl tonight,
”
she told me.
“
I can move some girls around, but I was
wondering if you would be up to starting tonight.
”

My heart pound
ed
forcibly.

Am I really ready for this?

What am I doing?

I thought of Penny and realized that I was
doing it for her.

“
What
do you need?
”
I
responded.

She told me that it would be an easy assignment.
“
The client is married and
never touches the girls. He likes to watch and masturbate. Tonight, you will go
to room seven, the room with a dance pole. He wants to watch you pole dance and
then you play with yourself. Are you up for that?
”

“
Not a
problem,
”
I
answered. I had no clue how to pole dance and, as I went to the changing room,
all I could think was,
don
’
t fall, Cindy
.

As I put on my outfit, I started thinking
of the
Girls Gone Wild
videos, remembering the
drunken girls spinning on the poles to the cheers of men in a bar. I tried to
think of some moves, but I decided that if all else failed, my tits and my ass
would get him excited.

I did my routine while the client sat on a
chair in the dark and watched. Fortunately, the exercise regiment I was on
before I left New York had made me very flexible. After a few minutes, spinning
like a top, I stopped and removed my bra; when my boobs plopped out, he pulled
his dick out of his pants. I could not see with the light shining in my eyes,
so I could not tell if he was hard or not. I started touching myself to get him
excited.

I removed my G-string and rubbed my hand
down my freshly shaved pussy. When I did, I could faintly hear him groan over
the canned music pounding from the speakers above. I rocked my head down,
causing my long blonde hair to cover my tits, then I thrust my hair over my
head, grabbed my nipples with my index fingers and thumbs and squeezing them
tight until they grew hard. His hand was moving up and down, so I knew he was
hard.

I turned around and bent over, resting my
weight on the pole with one hand. I spread my legs apart and squatted, bending
my knees and skimming my ass on the floor. I stood back up and reached for my
twat with my other hand, rubbing my vagina lips with my fingers. I looked over
my shoulder and gave him a sexy scowl, knowing it would excite him.

I bent over, placing my face between my
legs as my hair drooped to my knees. I made eye contact
—
or rather I looked where I thought his
face was
—
and
slid my finger into my vagina. As I started fingering myself I heard him
groaning and then shouting,
“
Finger
that pussy!
”
He
said it repeatedly, so I stuck two fingers inside and continued to penetrate.

In a matter of seconds, I heard him
screaming,
“
Yes .
. . yes . . . yes!
”

Then, a man
’
s voice came over the intercom and said,
“
Thank you for your visit, your time is up.
”

I figured that was my clue to stop. I
picked up my bra and panties, wrapped myself in my robe and left the room.
Elaine met me at the stairs at the end of the hallway.
“
You were great,
”
she said.

After watching a few girls with Madam
Elaine, my shift was over. It was only 11 pm. I was paid and I left. I got back
to the hotel and opened the envelope to find
ten
$100 bills.

The next night, I arrived at the brothel
around ten minutes to six. I was informed Janine was sick with food poisoning
and she would not be coming in. Madam Elaine met me in the changing room and
asked if I would take Janine
’
s
place because Tammy and Angela were still in LA. I agreed. Elaine took me to
her office and that
’
s
when I found out something that sunk my heart to the pit of my stomach.

My client for the evening was none other
than Harvey Goldman.

5

The Offer

It
was Friday night and, just as Alex predicted, Harvey Goldman was on his weekend
party and sex binge in Las Vegas. Elaine was prepping me like a college student
cramming for a trigonometry exam. She told me his likes, his dislikes, what he
liked women to wear and what his favorite sexual position was.
“
He
’
s particularly fond of BDSM,
”
she told me.
“
Are you okay with that?
”

“
Ask
Thomas and Janine,
”
I
replied confidently.

I had no idea what type of bondage or
dominance positions there were, or whatever they were called. The girl at the
Lion
’
s Den picked out all the
apparel and accessories for me. I told her it was for a costume party and that
the participants wanted the attire to be as realistic as possible. I knew what
I was going to be watching that night before I went to bed: bondage and submission
porn.