Waitresses were rushing around the restaurant like Patriot missiles. The scene was overpriced and overdressed; genuine businessmen adorned the bar looking out into the crowd of bleached blond hair, tight dresses, designer heels. The men on average were probably twice the age of the girls, but it looked as thought this crowd were the ones who bought into the whole ‘age is just a number’ bullshit. The women, and waitresses were all startlingly gorgeous. I looked down at what I was wearing, blue jeans, a white t-shirt with an oversized cardigan. I would have checked the dress code before I came, but frankly I didn’t care.
I saw her, the Madame, perched on a bar stool sipping a martini chatting to the bartender, male, 25, probably trying to make it as an ‘actor’. I walked up behind her and gave her a tap on the shoulder, she turned and seemed fairly happy to see me.
“Darling, Elle!” she said, as she rose and gave me one of those pretentious cheek to cheek kisses.
“Hi, long time, how are you?”
“I’m fabulous sweetheart,” she said whilst gesturing to the empty bar stool next to her. She signalled for the bartender and instantly got his attention, he came striding over a little to enthusiatically. Did he think he was going to go home with the Madame? Or maybe, he just really cared about his job. Either way, it was a little bizarre.
“One more,” she said, pointing to her Martini. “For my daughter.”
‘My daughter’? I almost burst out laughing, but managed to hold it together.
“So…how have you been keeping busy?” she asked.
“School keeps me busy,” I said. “I had a job too, at a bank. It was absolutely terrible.”
“And now you want your old job back…yes?”
“I would, yes.”
She took a sip from her glass and seemed to ponder this for a moment. I all of a sudden became pettrified that she wouldn’t take me back and I would have to find another agency, not something that I wanted to do at all. I realized that I had left without so much of a notice. It must have been a headache for her, especially to explain to the regulars that I was no longer available. For a moment I actually felt bad for the lady, but that soon passed.
“How many Olives?” The bartender asked as he set the martini on the coaster in front of me.
“Two. Thanks.”
I turned to survey the bar. Men and women flirting with each other, the men looking to get laid, the women looking for a relationship.
“Of course we’ll have you back Elle,” the madame finaly said, relieving me of a lot of built up stress from the past couple of weeks. I was unsure who the ‘we’ were, as I barely knew the other girls, but nonetheless I was happy that she was willing to take me back without so much as a complaint.
“Thank you,” I said. ”You have no idea how hard it is to work an actual job.”
“Of course I do,” she said. “Managing you girls is a fucking nightmare sometimes.”
She finished off her drink. The bartender again was there right away asking if she wanted another, she however declined.
“Elle, I’ll put you down as the same services as last time plus anal.”
“Umm…anal?” I asked, a little worried. “I don’t know if I want to do that.”
“You’ve had dicks in your ass before, haven’t you?” She asked, a little too loud for my liking.
“Well yeah, but not with a client,” I mumbled, trying to keep my voice down.
“I don’t see the problem then Elle. Doing anal is like giving a blowjob, it’s no big deal, everyone’s doing it,” she exclaimed. ”Listen honey, try it once or twice. If you don’t like it, then don’t do it after that, but give it a try Ok.”
And with that she stood up, picked up her bag, and strode off leaving me there sitting at the bar thinking about the amount of cock I was about to take in my balloon knot.
Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned and saw it was the madame, no doubt she had returned to further sell her point.
“And honey, men will pay a fortune for the chance to fuck your tight little bum.” And then she turned and left me again for good, disappearing into the crowd. However, her words did stay with me, the money would make it worthwhile.
I took out my phone and wrote a reminder to buy some lube, I would definitely need to practice anal on myself a couple times with a vibrator before I did it with a client. Unlike the couple of guys I had done anal with, clients weren’t likely to be so gentle. In fact if they wanted anal, they were most likely looking to pound away like a jackhammer. This was going to be interesting.
