Chapter 5 five

Jennifer's POV

"Turn around," I said to the taxi driver as soon as I hung up the phone. I saw him look at me questioningly through the mirror. "Change of plans. I'll pay for your troubles," I added. At my words, he nodded and I belted out directions to the escort house. It was a semi secret business, so I couldn't exactly give the main address. But there was a popular restaurant along the way, so I asked him to drop me there.

As the taxi sped off, I let my mind roam, thinking about the call with Madame. I was glad yet surprised that I had another job so soon. Usually it would take about 24 to 48 hours to land another job, especially since I had just got one last night. But nevertheless, I was glad for it. I didn't have any classes any time soon. All I had to do was study for my upcoming test. So I could definitely make time for work. I could use the money too. As soon as I saved up enough, I would get a car. It was needed.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant. I thanked the driver and paid him and then made my way down the street. When I saw the familiar carwash, I walked in and made my way to the backdoor. The door opened to a large space of green which was a very wide lawn. Facing it was a huge, modern design building which was Madame Lucille's Escort House. The all-white exterior of the penthouse-like building fit perfectly with the glass doors and windows; wide enough to afford a beautiful view but not transparent enough to see what was going on inside. I spent many hours of my weeks here and it became a sort of comfort to me.

Smiling, I walked in and made my way upstairs. Groups of girls clustered in different parts of the house, talking and laughing and trying on clothes. I recognized nearly all the girls, except the new ones, of course. I exchanged greetings with some of them as I walked upstairs to the office. Madam Lucille also worked with a couple of guys. But only a handful. Apparently, female clients were scarce. But either way, business was great.

"Hey, Jenni!"

"Jade?" I cocked an eyebrow, my face twisting into an amused expression. "What happened to spending the day in bed?" I laughed, taking in the blue jumpsuit she was wearing. "You look snatched, by the way."

"Thanks babe," she laughed. "I spent most of the day in bed. "I'm here to pick up last night's pay. I just realized that all I came back with was my client's tip. I'll take the rest of it and head back home. You?"

"I was on my way home when I received a call. Turns out a job came out for me."

"Oooh," my roommate winked. "I see you, doing great. Alright then, I'll meet you at home."

I nodded and we parted. I greeted more girls as I walked up the flight of stairs. Although most of the girls had homes and apartments, they generally preferred to stay at the penthouse. Madam Lucille had made it clear that we were free to come over anytime. She had made lots of rooms available for all of us, with a roommate or two if we wished to spend the night. It was convenient, everyone was nice, and it was peaceful as well. Usually, we would do nothing until we were called and a job came in for us. The clients paid directly to the Madam. And after each session, we would come for our cut. We were allowed to keep our tips though, so everyone was benefitting.

The system was nice, and we rarely got into any trouble. I have been in the business for years now. And everyday, I was grateful for it. I would never have been able to afford my college tuition if I didn't work here. I had my sister to thank for that. A small warmth of affection filled up my chest at the thought of my elder sister; Juliet.

When I first found out that Juliet was an escort, I was horrified. I didn't fully understand what she meant or why she had to choose this path. But with time, I saw my sister flourish. With this job, she had sponsored herself through college and achieved her dream of earning a degree in law. I had never been more proud of her. When I found out that being an escort didn't necessarily involve sex, I became interested. Juliet introduced me to this world, brought me to Madam Lucille, she also taught me some tips and tricks of the business. And just like that, I joined the train. I earned so much that I needed no further assistance from my parents. And soon, I was able to afford my first apartment and I was on my way to achieving my dream.

None of this would have been possible without my big sister. Thinking of her right now made me miss her so much. She had left town right after her graduation and she was currently working as a lawyer in London. We barely heard from her anymore. Occasionally, she would send a letter and some cash to me and my parents, and that was all. We tried to call her on several occasions but she never picked up. I guessed she was flooded with work. I hoped to be able to visit her someday; when I didn't have much to do so I could see how she was doing.

"Come in!" I heard a voice call out as I knocked on the office door. I walked inside the brightly lit office and approached the desk when I saw Madam Lucille sitting at a desk. Her serious expression melted into a wide smile when she saw me. "Oh, Jenni dear. Come right in. Have a seat."

I couldn't help but smile at her tone. There was something about her that was so calm and warm. It was almost a motherly feeling. She was about forty-five years old. And apparently, she had started this escort business at a young age. She was all you could ask for in a boss. She picked clients carefully, and would never send any of her girls into danger. She chatted with us like she was talking to her daughters and it felt great. A comfortable atmosphere was very helpful.

"I know I'm a little late. But I was on my way home when I got the call," I explained.

She waved my excuse away, laughing. "That's alright. How's school treating you?"

I chuckled, throwing my arms in the air. "As good as it can be, I guess. What about you?"

She shrugged, smiling. "Same old." As she spoke, she rummaged through her drawer and took out a file. "We have a new client. He came through, mentioning specific requirements as well. And you're perfect for the job."

She stretched out her hand to give me the file and I took it, observing it curiously and began to flip through it.