The Doctor's Fake Nanny(51)

It took all her determination to forget what she'd just seen as she  found the agency's address. She entered the cool interior of the office  and approached a woman seated behind the reception desk.

"Hi, my name is Cassidy. I was asked to come in for an interview."

The woman, bored and chewing gum, sized her up. Cassidy didn't know if  she liked what she saw, but she was asked to follow to a small office on  the same floor.

"Hi, there! Cassidy Johnson, I presume? I was told you'd come in today."  An older woman approaching fifty hailed Cassidy as she entered the  office She was dressed in a stylishly-cut grey suit that was unbuttoned  at the top to reveal a deep décolletage. She exuded confidence with her  commanding demeanor.

Cassidy looked around the room. The walls of the small office were  strewn with blow up photos of women in various poses. Even the small  table was littered with photo prints. Cassidy was familiar with this  environment. This woman's job was to screen the girls who worked as  escorts. The photos were part of every escort's portfolio, which was  used for publicity shots or posted on the internet.

Maybe the agency is hiring me to assist in profiling the girls, Cassidy  thought. She was elated with the idea. She could do that very  efficiently. She drew out the resume she had prepared and showed it to  the woman behind the desk who barely glanced at it.

"If you're not ready with your portfolio, it's alright. I can dispense  with that one for now. Just hand it over to me when you're ready. When  do you think you can start?"

Cassidy was momentarily puzzled. Portfolio? The woman must be confusing her with someone else.

"I can start right away if you need me to," she replied, excited over the prospect of immediate work.

It was the woman's turn to look surprised. "Um …  that would be great,  except …  I don't think you're quite ready. I mean …  you're not dressed  properly for the job," she retorted, giving Cassidy the same probing  look the girl at the reception gave her when she entered.

Cassidy was confused. "Oh …  you mean you require a uniform for the  staff?" The girl at the reception didn't seem to have a uniform on.

"Staff? What staff? Wait a minute. There seems to be a mix-up here  somewhere. We're not hiring staff. We are looking for girls applying to  be escorts for our clientele."

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry …  when I called earlier and was told of an opening, I  assumed it was for the office. And since I've worked in an agency  before, I just thought … "

Cassidy trailed off. She suddenly realized the misunderstanding. She was  so excited about the job that she'd hardly asked any questions when  she'd made the call. The girl who answered must have been busy as well,  and failed to make it clear what the opening was for.

Dejected, she made a faltering move to gather her resume. Her  disappointment was written all over her face. So much for starting with  the first step of her plan.

"Wait … " the woman stopped her.                       
       
           



       

Cassidy was taken by surprise. She was ready to leave, already looking  ahead to the phone calls and appointments she needed to make

"Look …  I understand there was a mistake somewhere. I see from your face  that you are disappointed. That only tells me one thing. You need a job  badly."

She looked Cassidy up and down and continued, "Why don't you give it a  try? You're young and very pretty, I see that. If you don't take it  you'll probably end up waitressing somewhere, and while I'm not saying  there's anything wrong with that, I think the money you'll earn here may  be worth taking a risk. What do you say?"

"But I …  err …  I mean …  I've never done this before," Cassidy replied. Once  more she thought back to her conversation with Kim. Even if she did  become an escort, she just could keep it at that. She didn't need to  provide the extra services. She knew how to hold a conversation and with  a little help, especially from a different wardrobe, she could look  quite stunning. She had a flash of all the times Tristan had told her  how beautiful she was. A very selfish thought quickly followed: her  pregnancy with Dee had been good to her body. Her stomach was once again  flat, and her breast were firm, perky, and proportioned.

"There's always a first time for everyone. You'll learn." The woman gave  Cassidy another once-over and nodded her head in approval. "We're  looking for someone just like you. We have a lot of calls for just your …   qualifications."

"You don't understand. I know what the girls have to do to earn more. I mean …  it's not something I think I can do."

"Miss Johnson, let me be frank with you. Upfront, we are an escort  agency. The girls provide companionship, intelligent conversation, and  amusement to the men who hire them. They get paid for that. What happens  beyond that is none of our business, so long as the client is happy.  The agency cannot force you to do something you don't want to do. That's  between you and the client, you know what I'm saying? As long as you  are classy and respectful, we'll take you in."

Cassidy realized that was true. Most of the girls in the former agency  she worked for pocketed the money they earned beyond providing  companionship. Nobody was forcing them to have sex, but most of them did  anyway of their own volition.

She sat undecided. She desperately needed a job, and the woman was  right. How much could she possibly earn being a waitress or whatever  else she landed? She had enough self-assurance and poise to fend off  demands for extra services. She just couldn't do that. She could,  however, spend an evening or an afternoon being charming and gracious.

"Look, Cassidy, I don't have all day to wait for your decision, but  here's one thing I can assure you: as soon as you step out that door,  someone else will come in and snap up the job. It's your call."

"Alright …  I-I'll take it," Cassidy heard herself say.

She couldn't believe she'd done that. She thought about Dee and realized  she could do anything to give her baby a comfortable life. She'd have  to explain to mom and dad at some point, but they would understand her  ultimate goal.

An hour later, Cassidy found herself walking the streets with one  thousand dollars in her pocket. The manager, Ms. Tillie, said it was  advance money to buy new clothes if she wanted to start work that night.  She thumbed down the black skirt and blazer, joking that Cassidy looked  as if she were attending a funeral. The older woman suggested Cassidy  visit a boutique on the Lower East Side that sold reasonably priced sexy  clothes.

"Remember, Cassidy, sexy does not mean cheap or vulgar. Go for classy  and chic clothes. A few accessories in the right place can make you look  like a million dollars."

"Yeah …  thanks," a bewildered Cassidy had replied. She felt disembodied,  like she was sleep walking. How did she end up saying yes to being an  escort? Dee. Dee's future was the answer. A mother's heart would do  anything for her child. Agree she did, and now here she was in the  boutique that Ms. Tillie recommended, going through clothes that were  supposed to be sexy, but not vulgar; chic, but not expensive.

"Fuck … " Cassidy muttered, looking helplessly at the wide selection.

She was more of the jeans and t-shirt type, and never had to deal with  this kind of problem before. She thought of the one red silk dress she  owned, but that was still back with mom and dad.

A young saleslady with a very friendly smile approached her.

"Hi, I'm Sheena. Can I help you?"

"I-I-don't know which of these dresses are supposed to be …  err …  um …   classy, not vulgar …  but sophisticated … " Cassidy stammered helplessly.                       
       
           



       

"I see you have picked out a few. Why don't you try them on and see  which one feels ‘it' to you," Sheena replied as she ushered her to a  changing room.

The first dress was red with a low-cut neckline and hem that ended just  below her crotch. The material hugged her body like a second skin.

"Ho" was the word that screamed in her ear as she hurriedly stepped out  of it. It was like an unspoken invitation for extra services. The next  dress was zebra print that fit perfectly, but the colors made her looked  washed out. The dress joined the heap on the floor.

Cassidy didn't have much luck with the next couple of dresses, either.  She may not have known much about clothes, but she knew enough to  understand that none of them looked good on her. She was almost ready to  give up when Sheena knocked just outside the changing room door. She  held a garment bag in her hand.