CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
2003- Hajime Musubi
My entry point presented itself a few days later. It was a quiet morning, the house empty of clients. The girls were sitting on the living room couch, an open Apple iBook resting on Donya’s lap.
They must have been plotting out the upcoming week’s activities.
I rolled out of my bedroom, gave a quick “Hey,” and headed to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.
“Eula, perfect timing!” Marisol called out to me.
I popped my head around the corner and raised my eyebrows.
Donya said, “Eula, we’ve been trying to work out our upcoming bookings and wanted to consult you on something.”
Bingo.
I grabbed my mug of coffee off the breakfast bar and walked into the living room.
“What’s up? I asked and positioned myself into the velvet armchair facing the couch.
“Soooo,” Donya started. “You know how we’ve been getting a bunch of calls for bachelor parties?”
I smiled and nodded, offering nothing else. Waiting for the hook.
“Well, since we’re not a whorehouse and there’s only two of us, we figured out that the best way to spin it is to offer up a ‘Start the Night Out Right’ package and then send them on their way. We could work a deal with some girls we know who run a retro style ‘bordello’ in Harlem, not too far from here.”
“That way,” Marisol said, “we can tell them they have to keep their initial group small and spin it like ‘you guys need to meet up with the rest of your buddies at the next stop, so you don’t want to spend too long here.’”
“Yeah,” Donya agreed. “There’s no reason to have them stay here for very long- it’s gonna be a set package for a flat fee plus tips, of course.”
“There’s no reason for them to sit around here, taking up our time and no incentive for us to try and keep them here,” Marisol added.
They had a good concept, I gotta say. And I could easily see where I could fit in.
“That makes sense,” I replied, not wanting to tip my hand. “What’ve you guys come up with for the package?”
“Well, we want to make it more of a show,” Donya replied. “Less interactive, more fantasy. Start out with ONE round of drinks. Bring them into the dungeon. Walk them through the equipment.”
Marisol took over from there.
“Donya and I will put on a little spanking show, then invite one of the guys to join in. Do a little fire and ice with the groom to be. Stuff like that.”
“And then,” Donya jumped in, “we were wondering….”
‘Here it comes. Finally,’ I thought to myself.
“We were wondering,” Donya continued, “if you were interested in doing a ropes demonstration to conclude the festivities. It would be the same deal as the earlier stuff. You could demonstrate on Marisol…”
Marisol nodded in agreement.
“… And then you ask them if someone wants to volunteer. Do a basic truss, then we send them all on their way to Harlem,” she concluded.
“Hmmmmmmm,” I said trying to draw out my response, even though I knew exactly how I was gonna play it. “That does sound interesting. I just want to hear how you think we should work out the details. You know, how long, payment, what kind of wardrobe do I need to put together… that type of stuff.”
“The minutiae,” Donya laughed.
I nodded, and smiled.
We hashed out the details over breakfast.
And I was back in business.
