Tracy, now smiling her beautiful smile, "Yes, I'm single but Sandra frowns on employees dating, if that is where you were going with that. We can have sex but dating requires 'permission'.

As to your interview, of course everyone knows! The girls who came in to clean you and Sandra up that evening are big gossips.

They are twin trouble. I'm guessing you didn't even realize that they are twins, did you? As to your second question, I'm afraid I will have to defer that one to Sandra.

When you ride with Katie ask her after Sandra tells you her answer. Why Katie? She is former military and is very plain spoken almost blunt when chatting with other employees. She'll give you her opinion without any political correctness. Does that answer your questions?"

"Mostly. Can you give me an idea on who to avoid saying anything to because they are such gossips, like the twins?" I asked.

"Of course. When I take you around and introduce you, I'll introduce them as the 'friendly, chatty type' so you'll understand. Fair enough?" Tracy replied.

Clearly, she is smart as a whip. We left the office for Tracy to be introducing me to the day staff. The very first person I meet is a lady who is probably reaching her mid-40's.

Petite, short blonde hair, cute smile and small athletic type chest. She had the appearance of someone who works out regularly. She was introduced to me as Sarah.

Sarah, stood up, took off her headset and reached out to shake my hand. She made some small talk after saying hello.

Tracy reminded her she needed to get back on the phones. Sarah smiled and excused herself and went back to work.

Tracy took me around to everyone in the room. As she told me in the office, she introduced me to only 3 more 'friendly, chatty types' which, gave me a sigh of relief.

Just as we were finishing the round of introductions Sandra walked back into the main room. She came over to me and asked me to follow her back to her office, which I did without a word.

"Mr. Bradley, it is such a pleasure to see you here. My, don't you look less, hmm, what's the word? Stuffy. You clean up and look much more relaxed today versus your interview." Sandra said in her strong accent.

"Tracy texted me with information that you have questions. So, please ask. I want any objections out of the way right from the start." She continued.

"Wow, ok then, I have several questions. Most of them just curiosity, but a few of them are concerns. If you don't mind, I will start with the concerns first." I said in a non-emotional tone.

"Go ahead Mr. Bradley, please"

"Let me start with the contract. My attorney pointed out that the dollar figure in the contract is not what we discussed. In my interview, you offered me a sum of $200,000 annually. Yet, in the contract it says $300K. Did I miss something?" My curiosity quite peaked.

"Mr. Bradley, the $200,000 is your 'guaranteed minimum' with the $300,000 figure representing what we 'expect' you to make annually. The better you do, the more you'll make." Sandra said with a grin.

"I'm sure my Tracy told you that you will be with one of my best drivers, Katie. She is our most requested of the entire drive staff. With tips, bonus', and other 'perks' Katie will make in excess $600,000 this year.

I expect you to make that much and maybe even more depending on what you're willing to do to service our clientele." Sandra continued saying.

"And?" Sandra questioned.

"Well, let me just lay all of my cards on the table. In no particular order, here goes: 1. Why are employees forbidden from dating? 2. What have I gotten into here? 3. What is the list of stuff I need in my back pack?

4. Why did you request 'no condoms' when Tracy, you and I had sex? 5. And finally, (looking at the clock seeing that it is a little past 11am) What 'service' will I be performing and on which of the clientele?" I said with a bit more authority in my voice.

Sandra sat pensively for a couple of minutes before inviting me to sit with her on the long red leather couch against the wall.

She said that being behind her desk always made her feel too much like a corporate whore.

I walked over to the red couch and stood there until Sandra joined me.

"Please sit, Mr. Bradley." She directed.

"Now, Mr. Bradley, all of those are reasonable questions. It's good to see you have a bit of common sense by the questions. Not everyone does, I assure you.

To answer your first question: Employees are not 'forbidden' from dating. We just strongly discourage it. Why? Mostly because of our history. We've had people in the past that once they start dating everything changes.

One partner wants the other to quit working here. Feelings are hurt easily and usually one of the dating couple becomes jealous which causes much tension here at work.

Second, my favorite of your questions, you have gotten into one of the most lucrative limo businesses ever in the history. We pay our staff top dollar and our drivers make more money than the combined sum of any three drivers of other limo companies.

As you probably suspected by our interviewing technique full service is what we provide to certain customers.

Before any customer steps into your vehicle we will know all about them, for your safety as well as ours. We don't necessarily break the law, but we bend the hell out of it." Sandra said in a matter of fact tone.

She continued saying, "Mr. Brad, you are worried about 'no condoms'? It has more to do with Tracy being allergic to latex. Her wonderful pussy swells up and she gets a rash inside of her. I don't want any of my staff to suffer because of the job. Make sense, Mr. Bradley? Finally, what service you will be performing will determine what you are willing to do for the clientele."

"Um, Sandra, I apologize for interrupting, but can we head to eat as I am famished and really didn't eat much breakfast before showing up here." I said.

"But, one question.....do you need food or me?" She said with a very wicked grin.

"BOTH! And Tracy too, if she's allowed." I shot back.

"Tracy, come in here." Sandra bellowed.

The door opened. Tracy walked in with that cute lady Sarah accompanying her.

"My Tracy, Mr. Bradley asked if you could join us for lunch?"

"Absolutely! Am I allowed to bring Sarah with us?" Tracy inquired.

"That will be fine. Is it ok with you Mr. Bradley?" Sandra asked.

"That would be great." I answered.

"Well then, why don't we go eat in my private dining room. My Tracy, call Luigi's an get our usual order. Sarah and Mr. Bradley, what would you like for lunch?" Sandra was asking.

Sarah was the first to speak up, "Maybe some spaghetti, so I can show off my sucking skills to our new employee." A huge grin came over her face as she said that looking directly at me.

"An Italian salad with grilled chicken on top with ranch dressing. I don't want to get on carb overload." I said cheekily.

"Tracy, go order the lunch. Mr. Brad, Sarah, and I will be in my private dining room with the electronic lock on. You will need to use your electronic badge to get in.

Be sure to bring some towels to clean up with. Have someone buzz us when the food arrives." Sandra directed.

As the three of us entered the private dining room, I marveled that the damn thing was nicer than my apartment.

Four large leather couches, two leather love seats, two reclining leather rocking chairs, and a huge pecan conference table that I'm sure seats 8-10.

There was also a kitchen (fridge, freezer, ice maker, beer tap, sink, dishwasher, a small bar, and lots of cabinets).

Jokingly, I asked, "Hey, this is nicer than my apartment. May I move in here?"

"Of course, Mr. Bradley but I'm not sure you could pay the rent and keep up with your duties here." Sandra said laughing, which was the very first time I had heard her laugh.

"You two need to get naked." Sandra directed us.

I couldn't help but wondered about what actually happens in Luxury Limo.