Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter OneMy story begins six months ago, well actually more like nine months ago, but the part that will interest you starts six months ago. At the time I had been employed by Marie for three months, which is why the story actually begins nine months ago. Marie was the director of the club. That's how we referred to it, the club. It was nothing more then a high society call girl service. The clientele so elite and rich that Heidi Fleis would be jealous. Marie had everything under control; she paid her taxes and kept her name and image out of the newspapers. She could never be accused of running the operation for she had the perfect cover; she was the wife of the governor. He derived much pleasure from the group and kept the state and local police away from it. Well, not really away from it, let's just say, he kept them satisfied. The club was exclusive and expensive, with only a few so called members, probably about fifty, all of which had sex drives that wouldn't quit and money they didn't know what to do with. There were about twenty-five girls that worked for Marie and there were certain rules to follow to stay on the payroll. Follow the rules and you were rewarded handsomely, disobey them and you were gone faster then yesterday's leftovers. The rules were simple, we were required to keep our bodies in the best shape possible, be ready for action at anytime, always be impeccably groomed, nails done, hair styled, legs as well as other parts waxed, and be willing to let the clients have their way, within reason of course. A client was not allowed to do anything that would leave a mark, but otherwise they pretty much had their way.
How I came about getting hired is not of importance, it is sufficient to say that I was working my way through college when the opportunity came along and being frustrated with men but fascinated by sex, this was the perfect job for me. I got paid for practicing my addiction. Sex to me was like a chemical dependence; I needed it, far more then any man was able to keep up. I was the youngest girl employed by the club, at 21 and Marie always stated that I was the best. It was my insatiable desire that handed me that distinction. Besides the fact that the money was plentiful and most of the clients were attractive. There were a few that the lights had to be off, but all in all I was enjoying my experiences. Anyway, I transgress, let me return to the whole reason you are reading this. I received the fateful call one Thursday afternoon. I was lounging by the pool, working on my tan, when Denise, my roommate brought me the phone. Annoyed at the disturbance, I answered. The voice on the other end belonged to Marie. She wanted me to meet her at her house. Not knowing what or who to expect, I was dressed, primped, and out the door in less then a half an hour. Arriving at Marie's house, I glanced at the house, still in awe of its size. I rang the doorbell; the butler answered and escorted me to the lounge. I sat on the posh sofa, awaiting the arrival of my boss. She entered the room, her very presence commanding attention. I stood from the couch, and approached her. My recently manicured hand stretched out to meet hers. Marie was an attractive woman, not pretty in a conventional sense but attractive. She had the act of playing governor's wife down to a science, if anyone knew of her extra curricular activities, I am sure they would have nominated her for an Oscar. She led me back to the couch that I had previously occupied, but not before she took the opportunity to inspect me. It was customary of her to do; she wanted to make sure that her "girls" were maintaining their appearances. I had nothing to worry about. I was wearing a cream colored silk blouse and a taupe colored suede shirt, nude nylons graced my legs, leading down to my taupe 3 inch heels. The colors accented my tanned skin. My makeup was natural and except for the slight red that adorned my lips you would not be able to tell that I was wearing any. Anyone on the street would have thought of me as a business acquaintance. It was the standard dress, business professional. We both sat our backs straight as a board with our shoulders back. Bad posture was not ladylike and one of many things that Marie would not tolerate. She regarded me pleasantly as she began to speak.
"I have been contacted by the manager of a very popular music group. They are looking for a girl to do a special project for them."
I sat even more upright in my chair, leaning toward Marie. Curiosity and intrigue held my attention.
"I think that you would be the perfect person for the job," Marie continued, "they are willing to pay an enormous amount of money to have one of my "girls" accompany them on their upcoming tour. It seems that their nightly escapades have been leaking out into the media and that is very bad press for them. Their management team is willing to take any means necessary to avoid the scandals of the previous tour. They have inquired about hiring the group an escort to accompany them on tour and keep them in their rooms at night and not hitting the local hotspots looking for girls to take back to the hotel. They are young men, and they have certain needs that a long tour does not compensate for. Are you interested?"
I knew from experience that Marie was not asking a question, but I required more information. "Of course, I am interested, but what does this entail, and how much money are we talking?"
Marie glanced at me, the disappointment of my response evident on her face. I was not deterred however, I had a certain power over Marie, and she could not control me. "Well, you would of course have to tour with them, which means traveling all over the US and Canada as well as maybe to some places in Europe. The tour is scheduled to last six months. I am told that the travel schedule is quite intense. I am sure that you have heard of the group, Nsync. This, as all of your jobs, should be held in the strictest of confidence. They are willing to pay $500,000 for our services."
I could see the dollar signs light up in Marie's eyes for they were reflected in my own. That was a lot of money, plus I could travel and see the world. And I had seen pictures and interviews of these men. I had a feeling this was going to be a lot of fun. Every girl's fantasy really. I wouldn't let Marie see my interest, however. To do so would give her the upper hand and I would lose my advantage.
"What would be my cut of the bottom figure, Marie?" I asked.
"The normal 80%," Marie replied. It annoyed me that she made 20% of the money that I brought in for merely sitting on her ass. But $400,000 was a lot of money. It was more money then I would encounter if I stayed and serviced Marie's other clients. I had made my decision but I still didn't want to let Marie know that.
"Well, Marie, I of course will have to consider this. I do have to think about school and my house and my other responsibilities. I am sure you can understand being away from home for six months is a big investment of time. One final question, what happens if I get there and they don't like me or more importantly I can't fathom spending six months with them."
"Well," Marie began, "you would return to your normal assignments here. But I really don't think that will be an issue."
"Let me call you in the morning with my decision." With my final statement, I rose from my seated position, uttered a short good-bye and returned to my car.
I awoke the next morning, fully aware that Marie was sitting by the phone waiting for my reply. However, I didn't want to give her peace of mind just yet. I waited until five of twelve, technically still morning, before I made the call.
Marie answered the phone on the second ring, evidence that she was sitting on pins and needles awaiting my decision. "Marie, I have decided that I will take the assignment." I stated using our phone code language. "When does the plane leave?"
"Tomorrow morning at 8:15, your plane leaves for Orlando. It's a personal aircraft hired by the group's management."
"I will be on it." I replied, savoring the thought of spending the next six months traveling the world all the while having five different gentlemen to choose from.
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