"So you do girls?" the question came through Rose's black mobile.
"Haven't a problem with them as long as I get paid," came the response. There was no chance that Rose was going to let them know that 'Paige' was as rich as she could be. That would cause a bit of trouble there.
"What about some dykes that need some change in pace?" Stephanie asked. She was the head person in charge of finding clients for Paige. She was sweet as could be. Stephanie took Paige in under her wing as much as a woman could in this position. Rose trusted her with all her heart.
"Dykes? I thought you preferred to be called heterosexually challenged individuals," Rose giggled as she continued to paint her toes in her bedroom.
"Oh! Good one. I'll remember that when there's a high paying client needing a good fuck," Stephanie shot back.
"I'll remember that when I send you a perfectly good dyke for you to hire," Rose retorted, referring to Ginger, the girl who had rapidly become the agency's best fuck.
"Ah. Got me there love. Tonight, Venus Hotel? 7p.m. Room 669," Stephanie gave the info.
"Wow. Proper room number and all." Rose was amused.
"Alright, Paige. Happy fucking." The mobile went dead.
Rose cocked her head to the left and studied her toes for a moment. She wondered if Stephanie was her real name. Shrugging, she got up to get ready for her night.