Your Training Begins Now
Anastasia walked into the big mansion at the end of Fillmore Avenue a little hesitant, yet a little excited too. With the prospect of making a ton of money, she was beginning the first day as an escort. The slim blonde woman of 27 years of age wore her best to impress the house madam. A silky off-white top adorned her impressive 35C breasts, which covered her lace baby blue bra. Matching inside her black mid-thigh skirt was a baby blue lace panty that fit her frame nicely, accentuating her curves and hiding her shaven pussy.
Last, she wore her favorite sexy pumps, again in baby blue. They made a certain click noise when she had been allowed inside the main foyer of the mansion from the kindly old butler who accepted her. Told to wait in the foyer, he would fetch the house madam shortly. Anastasia sat on the plush lounge bench and looked around her. Massive oil paintings of nude women having a picnic in the lush green park hung on the walls with rich frames to complete the look. Tall crimson curtains hung over the two-story windows, tied back with gold braided cords. Well-kept ferns stretched out in their painted clay pots.
Some items in the house seemed normal size, some seemed smaller, and some larger. She noted very large upholstered chairs sitting next to what looked like ornate children’s chairs, just as much as regular seating too. Odd, she thought to herself. Other escorts walked around the house in silky dresses too, waving to Anastasia and greeting her, but none of them said they were the house madam.
Finally, she appeared. Anastasia almost dropped her jaw when she saw one of the most beautiful women in the world step out in front of her. This woman had a face that showed signs of approaching forty years of age, but her body would lie to you. She had the skin, curves, and ample womanly features of a girl twenty years younger. She possessed poise, grace, and sexual elegance that poured from every inch of her. She greeted Anastasia with a warm hug and peck on the cheek. Usually, Anastasia was interested in men, but the sight and feel of her house madam made her weak in the knees and moist in the pussy.
“Hello Anastasia, my name is Helen, and I’m in charge of this bordello. As you can probably tell, this isn’t your typical house of ill-repute. We cater to a different kind of customer, one who wants something above the usual. Do you know what I mean at all?” Her voice was lilting and soft, welcoming and kind. Anastasia found she could listen to her all day without tiring. She shook her head no, and waited patiently for Helen to continue.
“We’ll get to that in a second. First, we have some ground rules we need to discuss. Our main rule here at the house is that the customer is usually right. What I mean by that is, for the most part, our job is to make the customer at home and pleasure them to the best of our ability. If you don’t agree with what they want, you kindly tell them no, but be nice about it. If they persist, you tell them no again, but continue to be nice. If they still won’t relent, then and only then are you allowed to call for our security. We never need to call the police, as we can handle anything on our own. We have certain women to take care of unruly guests. Are you OK with this?” Anastasia nodded yes and kept eyeing Helen’s sensual body and mesmerizing eyes.
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