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an eyebrow.
    "Then you should ask your body to
tell you because you keep looking at me, and undressing and fucking
me with your eyes. I'm making you an offer. Join my team. Or like I
said at the beginning, you can walk that tight ass right back
through the door it entered."
    My mouth dropped open.
    "My business is successful because
I have the ability to make all of my clients fantasies come true,
and profit from it."
    "I don't think I fully understand
what I would be committing to."
    "Have you ever heard the saying sex sells ?"
    I nodded.
    "Well, I'm the
supplier."
    With those words, my mind took a
moment to catch up with my body that seemed so willing to do
whatever Felton said.
    Vulnerability coated
me.
    I crossed my legs and placed my
arms over the girls as the reality of the situation revealed its
self. The room began to spin.
    Why the hell was I naked in his
office?
    Living . I almost
forgot.

 
    Five
    " I sell sex. We are human.
We have sexual, animalistic needs, and there is a market. It's
nothing more than a physical act with a literal happy ending, but
not for the faint of heart or frail."
    "You sell women?"
    "If you are implying I rent out
whores, you are incorrect. I offer a high-end call service. There
is a difference. We are class, not trash, and have clients that pay
close to 20k for one night. My girls are at the top of the sexual
pyramid. Rigorous interviews and compatibility tests are involved
as well. I'm not running a meat service, Ms. Downs. It's offensive
for one to imply so."
    I opened my mouth and closed it
immediately.
    "My girls have rights and
protection, legally and physically. The rules are strict, and
everyone must abide by them, including the clients. Women beg to be
a part of The Elite, and I deny thousands, yes, thousands per year."
    "I… I…"
    "I'm offering you something that
not many are given, an opportunity to join my team, to become one
of my girls."
    "I… I don't know what to
say."
    "Say yes."
    "But…"
    "I can offer you thirty a month,
tax free. There is something about you, Ms. Downs, something that I
want. Plus, I can get a very pretty penny for your virginity.
Probably over a million, and you would earn eighty percent of
that."
    "Thirty? And wait, you want to… to
sell my virginity?"
    "Thirty thousand and yes. You'd be
prime real estate, Ms. Downs. Of course, you don't have to make a
decision now. Give me a call when you're ready to give yourself to
me."
    He handed me a black business
card, different than the first, with white lettering and a red
shiny imprint of a kiss on the back. Then he poured himself another
round of Maker's Mark.
    "Get dressed, Ms. Downs. It's time
for you to leave. Call my extension when you've made your
decision."
    "I…"
    "Get. Out. Now."
    Instead of saying something
immature–like fuck you , or you're an asshole –I walked
to the pile of clothes on the floor, and quickly dressed. I grabbed
the bobby pins from the floor, put my hair back into a loose bun,
and glanced at him as I slipped out the door. Mr. Felton never
turned around or spoke another word as he stared out the windows
that overlooked the city.
    The secretary at the front desk
smiled at me as I walked by. Two women waited in chairs, both
blonde and beautiful. Would they strip down to nothingness as soon
as they walked in, just as I had? Would they walk in blind and walk
out enlightened by the fact that someone capitalized on selling
sex?
    If I decided to do this, I would
make over a quarter of a million dollars in the first year. That
kind of money for a recent college graduate was unheard
of.
    As the elevator floated downward,
I could only think about the offer. How valuable was my pride? When
I came to Vegas, I wanted change, but a complete 360?
    The limousine, slick and smooth
with windows so dark I couldn't see inside, waited as Mr. Felton
promised.
    A bottle of iced champagne sat
next to a crystal flute. Tied around the top was a note with
perfect handwriting that read:
     
    I'll be