The Corner of H & L (6)

No blowjob could be worth that much. Could it? No! “A thousand dollars for a blowjob! I thought you said it was a sliding scale.”

“Then keep driving, and take me to your place. You can keep the hazard pay, and we can do a whole lot more. Hell, if you can show me a good enough time, I may just drop the monetary fee altogether.”

We stopped at another light, and I turned to eye her carefully. “‘Drop the monetary fee?’ What, is this some kind of fuck and robbery thing? Your pimp follows us and breaks in when you’ve got me all tied up?”

“Is that what you want it to be, baby?” She tapped a finger against her chin. “I could make it happen… Well, if you don’t feel safe in your own place, take me somewhere nice. And I mean nice – Ritz nice, not Best Western nice. Some place classy.”

“We can do my place.” I said that too fast, and she smirked. “It’s not far. And it’s clean. So it won’t cost a thousand?”

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Cheating Life – 10.3

We saw the “recreation rooms” – conference halls converted to stages for fantasies more elaborate than Jane’s spiderweb. Most of them were in use or being prepared for use. We watched from the control room as a panty-less chorus line performed the Can-Can for a small audience of well-dressed business-types. Across the hallway, workers were tightening up the rigging on what appeared to be the inside of a one-ring Big Top, complete with wild beast cages and straw and peanut shells on the floor. One of the rooms was now a series of indoor pools, decorated like the bottom of the ocean. With a wink Jane told me that if I wanted to meet a mermaid, it could be arranged.

She took me through the back hallways where I saw the girls in various stages of make-up and dress. Whenever they noticed me, I was met with either an angry glare or worried scan, until their eyes flicked down to the tattoo on my arm and back to Jane. She showed me the security room, though only through the glass door, and pointed out the rows of solid-state drives archiving spectral, audio, and chemical feeds from every room in use. Each year, she told me, the government sampled the archives to verify federal standards were met and to exploit the requisite bribes. She took me to the investor’s office – her hotel wasn’t publicly traded, but it was a very profitable business. There was an elaborate cutaway model of a cruise ship the hotel was planning to acquire. She even took me to the morgue and crematory, and showed me how the smoke was reclaimed before it left the building to eliminate the odor, which was not good for marketing.

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