Whickber Street – Masseuse
"Mrs. Sandwich" Crowley bowed "may I take some of your valuable time?"
He had buzzed himself in with a small wave of his hand. Bounding up the narrow stairs and pushed through the swinging door at the top.
Four rooms sat opposite a Reception Desk on the first floor. This was Mrs S's domain. She would keep the peace and act as security as required. The doors were labelled Reiki, Proprioceptive Neuromuscular Facilitation and Reflexology. The fourth door had an empty frame for a sign to go in.
"Heads shoulders, knees and toes?"
"During the day, yes" She pointed at doors "Upstairs, down below and toes. Toes are the same all day"
Crowley took in the information and blinked before nodding.
"I've heard, on the grapevine, as it were, that you have a room for rent? I've a need for a small business space."
"Who has been talking?"
"You have a card up. In the wine shop?"
"What sort or business?" she asked. "nothing illegal or likely to get say a visit from the wrong sort"
"Don't worry. Not looking to look to London's toes. Don't think I even have toes. Never thought to look."
"I see." she rolled her eyes. "Have you had too much falling down juice?"
Crowley perched on the edge of her desk "I've been toying with an idea, need a soundproofed room with a discrete exit"
"Rent up front. No credit. No trouble."
"I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for a burger today" he said holding out his hands, empty
"No credit. Rule 3."
"What if I could get you a steady stream of business? Legit and profitable. First month's rent doubled if you don't see results."
"I will get a sign made. What shall we put?"
"Influencer"
"It would take years for an honest working girl to earn this" ~ Mimi