thighs, indicating she was ready to give me her full attention. “We had staff issues last night. I had to fire one of our girls, so we are short and calmly swimming along like ducks, while we run around silly under the surface. Everyone here prides themselves on professionalism as much as pleasure and she was not respecting the business.” Amber paused. “Do you know much about The Rental?”
“Not really.” I could have lied, but I decided right then I shouldn’t ever do this to Amber.
“The Rental is an agency to rent out services to clients; however, there’s no sexual intercourse of any form allowed. Rentals and clients can kiss and make out. Contact is allowed on arms, necks, chests, waists, ass cheeks, thighs down, and on the back. Masturbation and games of sexual nature are allowed as well as non-contact dates to events or parties—pretty much everything is allowed as long as the client and the rental’s sexual regions are not breached by the other person. This is forbidden by a binding contract. The same rules apply regardless of gender.
“On a different note, we have rentals of all sorts from those in relationships, fresh out of high schoolers like you, college age, through to seniors.”
“Wow,” I sighed.
“Not what you can handle?”
“Not that at all,” I said, slowly, to form a back-up explanation. “I’m a part-time worker at a leisure centre and not at all thrilled with the work there. I want something more, and your description of The Rental blew my mind. I’m interested—I’m an amateur, but passionate and excited.”
“Do you believe in fate, Ms Wyland?”
Her left-of-field question threw me, and I sat back. “Still working on the belief part, but I think there is some sort of order that occurs that we cannot help, only ride along on.”
She nodded. “If I met you a week ago, I’d have turned you down. We want the best of the best staff, experienced and knowledgeable. But a woman who let her addictions get the better of her just left me in a lurch. And I see you. You want this. She wanted the sustenance for her lifestyle. The Rental worked her; she didn’t work The Rental.”
Amber leant forward and said, “Are you in control and driven, Ms Wyland? Because, if you are, I believe fate gave me this twist to give you a go if you are able to begin relatively soon.”
I smiled and reeled off my answer immediately. “Very.”
Amber turned her back to me while she went through a file, and I allowed the fear crawling all over my skin to erupt in a cold shiver down my back. My heart thumped loudly at my lie, and I could feel it beating strong in my ears, spurring me on. I was driven, but I wasn’t in control.
Some days, I found a park, a dark shadow behind a building, or sat in my car to find my high. I had no one to do it with anymore, but it was the only way I could get up in the mornings.
On those mornings, I missed my daddy so hard in my chest I stung raw from freezing the emptiness. It was times like those that the smoking worked literally and metaphorically, heating me up. Back to life—a sliver of light down the dark tunnel that promised an end after all this.
Amber turned back after a moment and reeled off details. Such as the pay. Most of it would go to me, and The Rental took a cut of the handsome figure the client would pay. I smiled and hoped she didn’t catch me hiding how I very nearly baulked. It would be a higher rate hourly working here than I got for working three hours as a lifeguard, and that already had been more than most of the jobs my old friends kept.
Amber explained how The Rental was well secured. On top of the security cameras outside and within the open areas, they had many other bodyguards like Rick for real-time safety. The only place they provided privacy was within the rooms, both for clients and for staff.
Dates could occur in the rooms within the building or out at a location of choice. All new clients had a police check run and other
“Not really.” I could have lied, but I decided right then I shouldn’t ever do this to Amber.
“The Rental is an agency to rent out services to clients; however, there’s no sexual intercourse of any form allowed. Rentals and clients can kiss and make out. Contact is allowed on arms, necks, chests, waists, ass cheeks, thighs down, and on the back. Masturbation and games of sexual nature are allowed as well as non-contact dates to events or parties—pretty much everything is allowed as long as the client and the rental’s sexual regions are not breached by the other person. This is forbidden by a binding contract. The same rules apply regardless of gender.
“On a different note, we have rentals of all sorts from those in relationships, fresh out of high schoolers like you, college age, through to seniors.”
“Wow,” I sighed.
“Not what you can handle?”
“Not that at all,” I said, slowly, to form a back-up explanation. “I’m a part-time worker at a leisure centre and not at all thrilled with the work there. I want something more, and your description of The Rental blew my mind. I’m interested—I’m an amateur, but passionate and excited.”
“Do you believe in fate, Ms Wyland?”
Her left-of-field question threw me, and I sat back. “Still working on the belief part, but I think there is some sort of order that occurs that we cannot help, only ride along on.”
She nodded. “If I met you a week ago, I’d have turned you down. We want the best of the best staff, experienced and knowledgeable. But a woman who let her addictions get the better of her just left me in a lurch. And I see you. You want this. She wanted the sustenance for her lifestyle. The Rental worked her; she didn’t work The Rental.”
Amber leant forward and said, “Are you in control and driven, Ms Wyland? Because, if you are, I believe fate gave me this twist to give you a go if you are able to begin relatively soon.”
I smiled and reeled off my answer immediately. “Very.”
Amber turned her back to me while she went through a file, and I allowed the fear crawling all over my skin to erupt in a cold shiver down my back. My heart thumped loudly at my lie, and I could feel it beating strong in my ears, spurring me on. I was driven, but I wasn’t in control.
Some days, I found a park, a dark shadow behind a building, or sat in my car to find my high. I had no one to do it with anymore, but it was the only way I could get up in the mornings.
On those mornings, I missed my daddy so hard in my chest I stung raw from freezing the emptiness. It was times like those that the smoking worked literally and metaphorically, heating me up. Back to life—a sliver of light down the dark tunnel that promised an end after all this.
Amber turned back after a moment and reeled off details. Such as the pay. Most of it would go to me, and The Rental took a cut of the handsome figure the client would pay. I smiled and hoped she didn’t catch me hiding how I very nearly baulked. It would be a higher rate hourly working here than I got for working three hours as a lifeguard, and that already had been more than most of the jobs my old friends kept.
Amber explained how The Rental was well secured. On top of the security cameras outside and within the open areas, they had many other bodyguards like Rick for real-time safety. The only place they provided privacy was within the rooms, both for clients and for staff.
Dates could occur in the rooms within the building or out at a location of choice. All new clients had a police check run and other
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