Into The Fire(8)By: E. L. Todd
Sawyer did the same. He sipped his beer and watched the game. Then he snapped his fingers as an idea came to him. “Hire someone.”
I shot him a glare. “I’m not paying a prostitute.” I’m not a judgmental person. People could do whatever they wanted. But I wasn’t resorting to that.
“No, hire an escort.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“No. A buddy of mine did it because his ex went to the same wedding as he did. He just paid some chick to be his date and she played the part. Apparently, his ex was super jealous…something like that.”
That was an interesting idea. “So, you just pay them to be there?”
“And that’s it?” It sounded too good to be true.
“Well, they have rules and stuff…I don’t know the specifics.”
“How do I find this place? Do you have the number?”
“I’ll ask him for it.” He pulled out his phone and sent a text. “Oh, and the chick was really hot. At least that’s what he said.”
“Like, how hot?”
“Like, he beat off to her in the shower hot.”
I nodded with an awed look on my face. “Damn, that is hot.”
“I know. I kinda want to rent one just for fun.”
“Do they…do other things?” Not that I would ever pay for sex.
“I’m not sure but I think they don’t. But they’re expensive, a lot more expensive than a whore.”
His phone lit up with a response. “It’s called Beautiful Entourage.” He handed me the phone. “There’s the number.”
“Thanks.” I typed it in my phone.
“Are you really going to do it?” he asked. “It’s pretty lame if you have to pay for a date.”
“But it would be worse if I used a girl like that. Women can get so clingy sometimes. It’s fucking annoying. If this is a business transaction, there shouldn’t be any issues.”
“Good way to think about it.”
I put the phone in my pocket. “I’ll call tomorrow.”
Beautiful Entourage was damn hard to find. There was a Chinese place near the sidewalk, and the smell of chow mein made me hungry. A part of me wished the place was inside the restaurant so I could get some lunch.
When I finally realized the place was in the rear, I walked inside and stared at the hardwood floors, gray walls with white trimming, and the elegant white furniture of the lobby.
Damn, this place was nice.
“Can I help you?” A girl was playing solitaire on her desk.
I walked further inside. “This is Beautiful Entourage, right?”
“You found the right place.” Her eyes dilated when she looked me up and down, clearly liking what she saw.
Yeah, yeah, I’m hot. I know. “Great. So…how does this work?”
“I’m more than happy to explain.” She cleared her desk of the cards then pulled out some paperwork. “We assist clients with dates for various reasons. But you need to understand this isn’t a dating service, and it’s not a hookup service. Our only job is to play a part for you.”
“Okay.” So far so good.
“We have very strict rules, and if you choose to break them, you’ll be terminated from our contract and we’ll also pursue legal action. This is not a joke.”
“Okay…” Pursue legal action for what?
“Now to the fun part.” She turned to her computer and started clicking with her mouse. “What’s your type?”
“I prefer my coffee black.”
She smiled. “No, your type of woman. Blonde? Brunette?”
“Oh.” Whoops. “I don’t care.”