Finally, you'd heard from your liaison officer of the vacancy you'd been waiting for. The receptionist at 'The Bunny Hutch', was open once again. Working as a receptionist in a legal brothel wasn't what most secretaries would consider impressive in their work history. However, as a temp it was meant to be a step up for Belinda, as Barry had chosen to name his new persona.
Belinda Miami, had a convincing set of IDs and paperwork and now a convincing real background that could withstand scrutiny by the sleazier section of society.
Despite the legalisation of prostitution it was still a seedy business even as it tried to disguise itself as executive services. The job was still a cover for people and drug smuggling.
Belinda looked down at her bust as she adjusted her bra.
It was getting to be a too familiar sight. She'd designed this body to appeal, and laughed as she gave herself a significant bust... Now the joke was literally on her! She wanted a bust... an arrest so she could move onto another case.
- - - - -
She made herself presentable and respectable, checking her outfit for wrinkles as she stood before the intimidating building. She wasn't applying to be one of the girls. Thank God, she thought with a shudder.
The interview passed in a blur, with remarkably little competition. Just as she'd suspected none of the other candidates were so enthusiastic to win the job. Given her recent experience it was understandable. But, Belinda presented herself as if she were taking it as a step upwards. She was getting a permanent full-time job and security and leaving behind the insecure temping life.
By the next day, she was being shown her work position and the computer booking system. The details of the customers requests and special preferences in a spreadsheet. Her stomach knotted, and bile rose in her throat as she considered some of those acts.
It was impossible not to imagine herself as the woman in these fantasies. Some elaborate and very precise, with some very specific instructions. Others only a few guidelines for how he wanted her dressed, and some ways to act, or just particular lines to inspire them.
- - - - -
It was high-end, Belinda found out, as the customers arrived. Looking professional and well-presented, they were not the street scum that preyed on the girls on street corners, or just worked the lower end of this world.
She was surprised with the respect she received, each customer was polite, some even complimentary. None even 'complimented' her by saying she was pretty enough to book herself.
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