I couldn't sleep last night and then this story came up in my head! Hope you enjoy it.
One little warning. This story is rated M for language. There will be strong language and sexual talking.
Possible Lemons will be marked for those who doesn't want to read them.
'Pleasure service, what can I do for you?'
'Well, I would like to use your service.'
'Alright, we can make that happen. I have a couple of questions that you have to answer. Is that alright?'
'That's fine.'
'Alright, what's your name?'
'My name is Dimitri Belikov.'
'Alright, welcome Dimitri. Can you tell me your age?'
'I'm thirty.'
'Are you interested in a man or a woman? And do you prefer her or him to be younger or older than you?'
'I'm interested in a woman and I prefer her to be younger than me.'
'Alright, I think that I have the perfect girl for you. We offer a standard contract but if you would like other things or you have special needs you can discuss those things with the girl we sent you. We have the policy to screen all the man and woman who make use of our services. It's just a little safety rule and I hope that you can agree with that.'
'That will be fine with me.'
'Perfect. The only things I need from you now are your birthday, your personal number and your address. We will start the screening and we will call you back tomorrow.'
After I gave her the things she asked for we hung up and I let my head fall back into my hands. I am already doubting my decision to make use of their service. Never have I been the guy for a one-night stand or something like that.
And now I am hiring a girl from some service. It had been a long time since I had a relationship and Ivan kept telling me that I should get laid. But with the time my company takes from me I don't have the time to have another relationship. Or find a girl for a one-night stand. That's when Ivan came with this number.
He told me that he uses their service every now and then in the past couple of years. He had this one girl who always comes to him and they have an agreement made. It's very discreet and no one has to know about it. And that is exactly what I need.
I am the boss of my own company. Having a large bakery chain across the United States I am well known as a person. And being named as one of the hottest bachelor man it's not easy to start relationships without everyone knowing. I tried but when the press is there every step you make it is easy to know who is really into you and who wants to be famous.
'Hey man. Did you make the call?' Ivan asks with a big smile on his face. I groan and smack my head against my desk. He laughs and let himself fall down on the chair in front of my desk.
'It is going to be alright, you will see. Maybe after you get a little action you will be a lot nicer to your employees.' He says and I give him a glare. How does he mean nicer? I am treating everyone with respect.
'I am nice Ivan.' I say and he only laughs.
'You made a girl cry yesterday. You screamed at her only because she didn't follow the same order you do.' He says. Alright, maybe I am not the nicest person but they should do it right. If they don't it will be on my hands eventually.
'Alright, alright. I get it. But it doesn't mean that when I get laid that it will change my mood.' I say. I can be such a mean person when I have a lady to have sex with. My whole life I have been a very neat and very perfectionistic so they still have to deal with that.
'Well I think it does! You will be nicer to me and to Lissa. The girl deserves it!' he says when Lissa walks in. She has been my secretary for a couple of years now and without her I would be lost. I give her a full smile and she returns it.
'What will make Dimitri nicer?' she asks. I look at Ivan and shake my head. Don't tell her, I want to say with it. Lissa will definitely won't like and demands that I go out with one of her friends. All girly and can only giggle the whole night. Not my thing.
'Dimitri is getting laid.' Ivan says happily and motions Lissa to sit next to him. She looks surprised between the two of us and then a happy smile forms on her face.
'You have finally found a girl Dimitri?' she asks. Ready to squeal if I say yes. I shake my head and move a little lower in my chair. Knowing that she won't like this. Not one single bit. She would probably be offended and won't talk to me for a week.
'Dimitri has finally called the pleasure service.' Ivan says moving a little closer to Lissa. Only to annoy her. And it does. She slaps him and gives me an angry glare. Standing up and putting her hands on her hips. I look at Ivan and raise one eyebrow.
'That's an offend to all woman. You guys are such pigs! That poor girl. You will just use her, give her a little money and you don't even feel guilty about it. It's someone's daughter you will sleep with. Someone's sister. What would you think if one of your sisters would do something like that Dimitri! Think about that!' She preaches and walks out. I know that she is mad.
And I can't help but think about her words. What would I do when that would be one of my sisters? I have three sisters myself and I would beyond furious when they would be a pleasure girl. Maybe I should call this off. Just stuck at being just me. Go on a date with one of Lissa's friends.
'Oh, no. Don't you think about cancelling this! Your sisters won't do anything like this because they have you! They get everything they want and have all the money they can dream of. These pleasure girls do this on free will.' He says and I sign. But it doesn't mean that they don't feel the need to do it. What if they just do it because they have no other way?
'I can't Ivan. Maybe Lissa is right.' I say and rub my eyes. Already tired.
'Just wait until they call again. Hear what they have to say and let that girl come over. Talk a little with her and then decide what you want to do. It won't hurt the girl if you just talk to her.' He says and grabs my wrist. Making me look into his eyes.
He is right. Talking won't hurt her. I can stop this every moment I want to. I have looked on the internet for this agency and there are no bad things written about them. I guess I just have to wait. I give Ivan a nod and wave him out of my office.
'Is this Dimitri Belikov?'
'Yes, who is this?'
'This is the pleasure service. We have succeeded your screening and we would like to offer you the contract. I have switched with the girl that I first had in mind for you. You have a high status and we can understand that you want more discreetness with it.'
'Well thank you. I definitely need discreetness with this.'
'The girl we are speaking about has time for you tonight. If you still want to continue I would advise you to take the chance.'
'Tonight would be perfect.'
'Great. What time do you want her to come?'
'Around eight would be great.'
After a little more talking we hung up the phone and I can't help the nerves in my stomach. So, I am definitely doing this. And I am nervous and excited at the same time.
'Who was that?' Lissa's soft voice asks. She sits down in front of my desk and lays the files in front of me. We are opening a new bakery and it turned out to be more work than we thought.
'You don't want to know that.' I say and give her a weak smile. I expect her to be mad at me but she just signs and shakes her head. She looks defeated.
'You are having a girl over, don't you?' she asks softly, almost a whisper. I can't help to look away from her. Lissa means a lot to me but this is my own choice.
'You know me Lissa. I will treat her right. Even when I pay for her.' I say. I have never treated a woman wrong. Never raised my hands against her or anything like that.
'I know but it sounds so cheap.' She says and we both sign at the same time. Making us laugh.
'I know it, Lissa. But you know why I am doing this.' I say and Lissa nods. She knows. She has seen the woman I've been dating. And there were good woman but it hard when you are in the spotlights a lot. Some can't handle it and some only date me for that.
Using these kind of agency's we can still get our needs but very discreet. I can just stay in my apartment and there is no one who can find out what I am doing in there.
'Just treat her as a lady and not like a cheap whore.' She says before leaving my room. Leaving me alone with my thoughts.
All the files about the new bakery are spread out over my dining table while I am eating my dinner. It is almost eight and I try to focus on something other than the door. Waiting for the bell to ring.
She should be coming any minute and then I don't know what to do. I look around my apartment and can't help the smile that's forming on my face. I just love my apartment. It has a large kitchen with a large dining table. Most of the time I am sitting at the table alone and it is very big for one person. But when my family is coming over it has just enough seats.
On one side of the kitchen is a small hallway where the door is. On the other side of the kitchen is the living room. I have a piano in there that I love. And a fireplace that is already burning. Two couches and a television. The television is more for show than that I use it. I keep bringing work home and when I am not working I love to play the piano.
One wall of the room is entirely made of glass. Having a pent-house has nice extras. The building is larger than most of the buildings around so it gives a great view. Another wall of the living room is filled with bookcases.
There are two guest bedrooms with a bathroom. Normally they aren't used and only used when my family is in town. I don't come there often and it is a part of the apartment that you can walk in any time you want.
One of the bookcases in the living room is a secret door and leads to the master bedroom. My bedroom. Sometimes I have guests over and I don't want them in my bedroom. The bookcase hides it for the eyes of those people.
There is a king-size bed in the room and two night stands. The rest of the room is empty. On the floor is a carpet and I love to walk on it with no socks and shoes on. One of the two doors in the bedroom leads to a walk-in closet and the other to the bathroom. A secret in my bathroom is the huge bubble-bath that even my sisters haven't found out jet.
When I got home today I took a shower and put on some nice clothes. The first impression is the important one, right? And even when I know that I pay for this girl I want to make a good impression on her.
The doorbell rings and I shoot up. Letting the chair fall to the ground. I quickly pick it up and walk to the door. Ready to meet the girl. Pleasure girl they call them.
When I open the door I can't help to take in a sharp breath. In front of me is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She isn't very tall, only reaching my chest. She has a great figure, great curves. Showing her large breasts and her hips. But the thing that's is even more breathtaking is her face. A round face, big brown eyes and plump lips. She has dark brown, almost black, hair that she has pulled up in a knot.
'Hi there. My name is Delilah and I will be your pleasure girl. Can I come in?' she says and she had the most beautiful voice I have ever heard. And I can only nod and let her in my apartment. Shutting the door behind her.
What do you think? What do you think? This was only the first chapter, so this is more like a little explaining what the story is.
Little note for the one's who didn't understand it. The girl is Rose but who uses their own name in that kind of business?
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