Jazmine had just come into the living room, when Sheila, the lady responsible for the girls and the organisation within the household began throwing a tantrum over how long it took everybody to get ready. She was half way through her sentence, when the rather irritating bell went off, letting everybody know that someone was coming through the gate.
Dona Sheila shut up and took one look across the room, the bodies, making sure that enough was exposed to her liking. A couple of sighs could be heard, but that never stopped the process from going forth. The lady motioned for the girls to smile, then went over to open the front door.
The girls gathered their expressions getting into character, to show off a sort of cocky vibe that was often found every time they came across a possible client. Grins took over and a few murmured amongst themselves, giggling, as they awaited. Some actually, rather than deal with the misery, forced themselves to find excitement in the whole thing. To Jazmine, on the other hand, she rarely found any of the rich men who came through to be attractive, and even if she did, sex had become something she did not know how to enjoy. So it was more of a task to meet randoms and fuck, than it was to look forward to the “mystery”. She had come to accept that even though she could never find comfort on enjoying it all, she was a great pretender once with a client.
Jazz got up to her feet, not bothering to quite force herself as much, as her emotionless face remained in place. She had been popular when she first started, and a lot of clients became her regular. So, used to the routine of who she expected to come around, she didn’t bother to enchant new clients, even though, many would come in and precisely pick her for not throwing herself. And the boss was fine with that.
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