It was late, or early depending on your perspective. The clock in the reception area showed just after 1am when Rosie came in through the door. She looked dejected, not her usual bright, cheerful self.
Ross decided not to draw attention to it. “Evening Rosie. How’s tricks?” He gave her a wink to accompany their inside-joke. She looked up and half smiled, but didn’t answer him, so he continued. “We’ve not had anyone new join our ranks since I last saw you, but I can call a couple of the girls down and ask if they’ve heard anything. Who is it you’re looking for?”
“Actually,” Rosie began, leaning her forearms on the counter, “I’m not working right now. I was hoping to…you know…” she gestured with her hands around the room vaguely, “avail you of your services.”
“Oh.” Ross was a little surprised but snapped into professional mode quickly. “Of course. I’d be happy to accommodate you. I’ll even give you the friends and family discount.” He winked again. “Man, woman or group?”
“Man, please.” Rosie seemed a little uncomfortable meeting Ross’s eyes. They’d known each other for years but she’d never asked for this before. She wasn’t afraid of judgement, Ross was the most open-hearted person she had ever met, she was just a little embarrassed to be showing her vulnerability to him.
Ross shuffled some things under the counter then produced a laminated piece of A4. “Here is our menu. Take your time and let me know if there’s something you’d like that isn’t on the list. We do try to accommodate our customers where we can.”
She took the menu and cast her eyes down the list of services. She knew what she wanted, she just wasn’t sure how to phrase it. She found what she was looking for near the bottom: 15:- 1 hour BDSM play session. “I’ll take a number 15 please, Ross.” She handed the menu back to him feeling a little excited by what was about to come.
Ross didn’t need to check the list to know what she’d asked for. This was his business, he knew it by heart. “Good choice. With that option I will need you to fill in a couple of forms first though. I know it’s a real ball-ache, but it’s for your safety and enjoyment.” He began pulling papers from under the counter and passing them over to Rosie with a pen.
“That’s okay, I understand.” She took them and went to sit on a nearby sofa to fill them out. It was frustrating, having your sexual pleasure detained by paperwork, but it was necessary and Rosie appreciated the consideration that Ross had for his clients and his employees. The first form was practicalities. Any medical conditions that they should be aware of? Any allergies? Is there someone we can contact in an emergency? Is there a particular cover story you would like us to use when contacting them? Do you have a doctor or hospital of choice? The second form asked about hard limits, triggers and asked you to choose a safe word. The third and final form got into the fun stuff. Kinks. There was a checklist so you didn’t have to think too hard about it. For each kink you could tick the box indicating “Must have”, “Would like”, “Cautiously curious”, or “Not interested”. There was also an empty space at the bottom for you to add any other suggestions or comments. Once Rosie was done she returned it to Ross, smiling now with anticipation.
He smiled back as he quickly glanced at the empty box at the bottom of the final page. “Excellent. Could you also just sign each page for me?” She nodded and did so. “Thank you. I’ll get these to your companion, and he’ll call you in when he’s ready for you. After your session today, these forms will be kept on file under an alias so that you don’t have to go through this all again next time. If you want a next time, of course. You can see your forms, change them, or destroy them at any point. You have complete control over your information. Does that all sound okay to you?”
Rosie was impressed again by his commitment and professionalism. “That sounds great. Thank you, Ross.” She smiled and returned to the sofa to wait.
Ross went through a door to his left and returned again a few moments later. “How have you been Rosie?” He asked, casually. “Feel like it’s been a while since you were here last. We’ve missed you.”
“We? You mean you’ve missed me.” She teased. “I don’t blame you. I’m very miss-able.” She mockingly flipped her shoulder length, hazelnut, hair, and they shared a laugh.
“Alright then, I’ve missed you.” Ross admitted, raising his hands in defeat. “Not a lot of people appreciate the work we do here. But you always come in smiling, chatty, and completely judgment free. I like that about you. You light up my evenings.”
Rosie smiled at him and shook her head incredulously. Flattery was a key tool of his trade, she didn’t take his words to heart. But it was true that they had always had a rapport and she had always enjoyed chatting with him.
Before she could say another word though, a chiselled jaw and mop of dirty blonde hair appeared around the left-hand door. “Rosie?” The young man smiled menacingly, “Come here.”
A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine in response to his commanding tone. She glanced back at Ross, who had a mischievous smile of his own, and was indicating with an outstretched arm that she should follow the stranger through the door. She stood slowly, clasped her hands in front of her nervously and gazed at the foot of the door. “Yes, Sir.” She whispered and moved excitedly to the man’s side.
