Charlotte Finds A New Employment : Ch.2 : Preparing For The New Venture

Chapter 2 : Preparing For the New Venture

    Charlotte had to admit she was a bit bored with her husband. She had found him very exciting when they married 18 years before. She had fancied him for his fit body, his humour and his rough edges. The sex between them had been good too. She had come every time. He had been a fast comer too in those early days, but she had been quicker. After a couple of years the sex had got shorter. At first they had gone for more orgasms after the first. He had been able to get another hard on, which had been longer lasting. He rarely achieved a second orgasm, but he could keep it going nice and hard, so that she was able to achieve a second and a third. After the first couple of years the sex became shorter, in that once he had achieved his ‘first’ orgasm he had had enough, so she sometimes got hers, but sometimes she didn’t. At first he would give her a bit more until she got hers then he would insist on stopping, so she was no longer able to feel the pleasure of those luscious repeated orgasms.

    She supposed, looking back that was when the economic problems began to effect the country, well half the world, or even the whole of it, for a while. They weren’t earning enough collectively to pay all of the mortgage. People weren’t buying properties any more. Values fell, because incomes fell. The estate agency ‘industry’ was hit hard. She was in estate agency, and although she was able to keep her job for some years, wages and commissions went down rapidly, along with the volume of work. Her husband was a lawyer, in the standard conveyancing and property law field. Lawyers were finding they weren’t being used. Few except the rich could afford them and the fees they could demand plummeted. He had been aiming for the position of partner, but found instead that he was working for very little. When his firm came on really hard times he was made redundant. Unable to find any legal jobs he tried to set up a firm of his own with another colleague, but it was survival at all costs. Sex became a very secondary consideration in their lives, and as they were forced to work harder just to find work sex remained a release of tension and a relaxation valve, but he especially could not afford the time it took, and sex for her became brief and disappointing, although it still relieved tension and was pleasurable.

    She had long since got bored with their sex, to the extent she gave up trying to encourage him to finish off his sexual job by reentering her after his first to bring her off. His orgasms got slower, sometimes he couldn’t come but he managed to bring her to orgasm; then he was satisfied. This became more prevalent, and then she found more recently that she could not get orgasms in the short time they were willing to spend together.

    She had had other lovers before she settled down with her husband but had been loyal to him since marriage so it was with trepidation that she approached this new ‘job’. It was understood that they should be willing to take clients to bed, or they would be out. 

    The Chinaman said, “Good ladies. I think you will be very suitable, just the ladies we are looking for. You will make plenty of money, and we too will make money, because our clients will be very satisfied. Those ladies there,” he gestured to the ladies standing around the employment centre, “do not yet realise what they are missing. When they see your families prospering, and you enjoying the freedom of time which this job will give you, and dressing well, they will be very jealous. Maybe then they will think again and join you. There is plenty of work for all of you.”

    “What do we do now then?” asked Sharon. She was the most forward of the group. “Which hotel? And when do we need to be there?”

    “You all come with me now,” said the Chinaman. “I show you the hotel, which is near here. You start this evening. Be there at seven. You are waitresses, serving drinks and being friendly to my customers. Later you can go upstairs with the customers. I will tell you more about that later. First follow me to the hotel. It is the Hotel Shanghai. It is only a couple of blocks away. We can walk.”

    “Come inside ladies,” he waved them through, “Please!” Some of Charlotte’s friends had begun to chat again as they had crossed the road. They were remarking on the ‘posh’ splendour of the hotel, which seemed rare enough to these ladies in Britain today. Charlotte was thinking that wherever there were wealthy people paying, particularly foreigners today, furnishings and decoration were plush; for the ordinary people of Britain quality décor was a thing of the past. Even good food seemed to be expensive to them all. Increasing numbers of families were finding that if they did not earn enough they could not afford to spoil either themselves or their children any more. The old expression ‘having to tighten our belts’ was coming back, in ways as much literal as the having to save rather than spend meaning of the expression from days still within her memory.

    The Chinaman showed them around the place. “Wow!” exclaimed Charlotte and some of the other women. She had not seen such tidy, well furnished hotel rooms for some years now. She suppressed a tear for those days, long gone, of the past when ordinary people could afford to go on holidays or even to keep their own homes so well.

     Sharon, who was feeling quite confident and therefore cheeky, probably due to the sense that she was on familiar old ground, was the only one of them who dared to risk the Chinaman’s anger by sitting on a bed, to test it. Charlotte wanted to do likewise. She would not have believed how badly she wanted to lie on one of those comfortable beds and feel the clean new sheets against her body. The Chinaman said nothing to Sharon, seeming to regard her behaviour as acceptable. The only indication he gave was the slightest smile as Sharon bounced briefly on the edge of the bed. He smiled again when she helped herself to the next bed they came to in another room, going so far as to lie down this time. Luckily, Charlotte thought, she seemed to know just how far she could push it, and she was not going to go over the line.

    The Chinaman showed them around the hotel, and explained the drinks, the tills, and the uniforms they could wear when behind the bar and the type of clothes they could wear from their own wardrobes, to be reduced as the evening wears on. He explained what he would pay them, and how much the clients should be expected to pay. They would have paid for most of their evening already, the hotel, food and entertainment, some of which would be paid to them for their presence, but the ladies would make extra charges to each of the men for actual sexual services beyond the hosting of the party.

    He did not want his clients ripping off in any way so the charges would be fixed and not too expensive from the clients’ point of view. They were unlikely to pay if the ladies charged too much or to come back in future for more. He pointed out that these foreign clients could get sex quite cheap anywhere in Britain and other western countries. Some of the clients when excited and in love or lust might be potentially ripped off, but in no circumstances should they be ripped off, or he would exclude those ladies from his events.

    Charlotte did not think it likely any of her friends and colleagues would be likely to disobey the Chinaman, as the charges seemed quite reasonable as earnings to her. She was excited by the prospect of earning such fees from even one or two men, on top of the good basic pay for the evening, which the Chinaman had quoted. She had not been promised such earnings for a night or day’s work for a long time.