Chapter 3: Decisions
Sirena
I'm sitting in Mr. Martin's office right now. Mr. Martin is the main liaison for the agency. Every time I walk into his office, I find myself intrigued by his choice of décor. His office is decorated in various shades of white with stark white walls, creamy white furniture, and a glass desk. Even the paintings are white. "Ms. Escada, thank you for coming. Please have a seat." I pull out a white vinyl contemporary chair and take a seat, crossing my legs. "Is there a problem, Mr. Martin?" Mr. Martin smiles, shaking his head. "No, Ms. Escada, nothing like that." I frown in consternation. "Please, call me Sirena."
His smile widens as he folds his hands over his desk. "Let me get to the point here…Sirena. I have a client who requires special services. Unfortunately, he's not the type that wants a long term contract. Most of the girls are contracted long term. The ones that are not have already been contracted by our clients." He pushes back in his rolling chair, wiping his hand over his bald head. "I'm not going to sugarcoat this for you. Some of the girls have no interest in this client due to his…needs. You, however, have shown compassion that is not present in some of the women."
I raise my eyebrows. "What do you mean, special services?" Mr. Martin takes a deep breath, lean his hands down on the table, and stands there for a few moments looking thoughtful. After a moment, he nods his head with a resolute expression and glances back at me. "The clients are brothers. One of the brothers is said to be deformed. Some of the girls have declined because he covers his face with a mask and hood. He does not actually have sex with them, the brother does. The women say he's very attractive and that the sex is incredible. The only issue they have is that the brother cuts himself while he watches the couple's interaction."
He moves back with a reassuring smile. "I promise. He doesn't touch the girls or cut them. They've been clients of ours for many years. I can definitely guarantee you that there is no danger. Unfortunately, the other girls are not comfortable with his... kinks." Feeling confused, I shift in my chair. "But… I don't…I signed up to be a sugar baby." He releases a deep breath in understanding. "I know this is asking a lot. To be honest, you don't necessarily meet the profile of who they require. But there's no one else. As I said. You seem to show a level of compassion that others lack. Mr. Wells has gone through a large variety of our girls for the past few years. However, for the past few months, he has been content with you. Mr. Elliot seems less sad. He told us many times about your patience. The agency is more than happy to pay triple your fee. Please consider. It's only one night." I lick my lips thinking things through. "I'll…I'll think about it."
Mr. Martin hands me a folder then sits back down. "That's the non-disclosure contract. There is also a list of requirements and an invoice with the amount of money you will be paid if you agree. I hate to rush you, but we need an answer by tomorrow." I take the folder putting it in my bag. "I'll look through it and get back to you as soon as I have an answer." Mr. Martin walks towards the door, ushering me out. "Thank you, Sirena. I hope you'll say yes."
Nika is sitting on her bed, typing away on her laptop when I get to our room. She stops typing and sits up. "What's up? Why did the agency want to see you?" I toss my bag on the bed and throw myself next to it. Our room is very small. It has two small twin beds, and a small window overlooking a lovely brick wall from the building next to us. We have two small dressers, a closet, and a small bathroom with a shower. We have several band posters and Knick knacks decorating several parts of the room. Our television is a nineteen-inch flat screen hanging on the wall opposite our beds. I slip off my flip flops and exhale deeply as I consider Mr. Martin's request. Nika raises her eyebrows, waiting for a response.
I tilt my head back and look up at the ceiling. "They asked me to take a contract for a special client." I lift my bag to my chest and remove the folder. Nika gets up and sits across from me with an expectant look. "And?" She says, twirling her hand impatiently. I run my hands up and down the file. "And they'll pay me triple to do it." She shrugs her shoulders, lifting her hands up in question. "Okay. So what's the problem?"
I open the file looking over the non-disclosure for a moment. Then sit up from the headboard, and hand her the file. "According to Mr. Martin, the clients require me to have sex with one brother while the other one watches. But that's not the weird part. His brother will be covered in a mask and hood while he cuts himself and watches." Nika's mouth gapes open in shock. "What the fuck!" I nod my head. "Yeah…I mean, Mr. Martin said that the brother would not touch me at all or do anything to hurt me. I just need to let him watch while I fuck his brother."
Nika shakes her head in wonder. "Holy shit! Are you going to do it?" I run my hands through my hair and look down at the invoice. The amount is pretty impressive. "I don't know, Nika. I mean, I know that the job requires sex sometimes, but I don't know if I can just walk in and screw a stranger. To top it off, he'll be screwing me in front of his deformed brother." Nika looks thoughtful for a moment. "It's only once, right? And you don't have to have sex with the weird brother." I give a grim look. "Didn't you hear me when I said that I don't know if I can have sex with a stranger?"
She gives me a nonchalant shrug. "Who cares? It's only once. I've had sex with a few strangers. It's not like you're a virgin. I mean, you had sex with Mr. Elliot, and Mr. Martin said the guy you'd be having sex with is hot." I grimace at her words. "Yeah, I guess." She smacks my knee and gets up cheerfully. "Besides, it's not like the other dude is going to touch you. I think that kind of kink would be hot."
I roll my eyes, throwing my pillow at her. "You're a sick girl, you know that?" She laughs, wagging her eyebrows. "Oh yeah. Momma likey some nasty play." She throws my pillow back to me, laughing naughtily. "Besides, we're only twenty years old. This is our time to experiment." I look down at the contract again then take the phone out of my purse.