Rent Me By The Hour

• Title Page
  
• Chapter One
  
• Chapter 2
  
• Chapter 3
  
• Chapter 4
  
• Chapter 5
  
• Chapter 6
  
• Chapter 7
  
• Chapter 8
  
• Chapter 9
  
• Chapter 10
  
• Chapter 11
  
• Chapter 12
  
• Chapter 13
  

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Rent Me

By

The Hour

L. D. Harmison

Rent Me By The Hour

By L D Harmison

eBook Edition

Copyright 2013 L. D. Harmison

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental. The characters are products of the author’s imagination.

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About the Author

L. D. Harmison lives in good ole Texas. She writes contemporary romance novels. When she isn’t writing, she’s tending to her husband, three children, ninety pound Rottweiler, miniature dachshund, and numerous farm animals.

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Chapter One

I try different outfits, figuring out what to wear today. I love my closet. It’s every woman’s fantasy. It’s filled with two different styles. Half of it has denim, flannels, cowgirl boots, and flip-flops while the other half is full of dresses, suits, and high heels. Since I have to work today, I decide to wear my black slacks, white silk blouse, and beige leather heels. Modeling in front of the mirror, I slip on my pearl necklace. Satisfied with my attire, I grab my briefcase, and head out to start my day.

I step into the elevator and it’s congested with businessmen and women. As people load and unload the cart, a couple of gentlemen in the elevator glance my way and slyly smiles. They are some of our regular clients. Twirling my necklace with my fingers, I send them a coy but provocative peep.

The cart stops on the forty-ninth floor. My business occupies the whole level, giving us twenty two thousand square feet of privacy. Even though we only use half of the place, I rented the whole thing just so we are secluded from other businessmen and women. My realtor worked out a great deal with the owners of the J&W building and made sure it was easy for me to furnish my office without the worries of others finding out what my business is.

I unlock the front door to my office, and lock the double bolts after I enter. Being in this business, I’m a firm believer in security and privacy. My intention was to stay home in my pajamas all day, but I guess I had no choice but to come to work today. I really need to look through the applications of possible providers. With business picking up, I need more women to work and cater to the distinguished gentlemen here in Houston.

I am very meticulous down to the tiniest detail. I guess you can say my obsessive-compulsive disorder kicks in. The entryway needs straightening; I fluff the black and white pillows on the white leather sectional, arrange the different men magazines on the oval glass coffee table, and I organize the office supplies on the desk. I take one more glance at the waiting room. Satisfied, I press the code on the key pad and the heavy steel security door opens. After I enter, the triple bolt locks. There are two different light switches on the wall, so I turn the regular lights on and check all the rooms. Every room has a large arched brown leather chaise and the walls are adorned with different shaped mirrors. Each room has its own unique theme. The
Asian Room
is very exotic. There are plum blossom, hibiscus, jasmine, lotus and orchid decors spread around the room that I specially ordered from different Asian countries. In one corner stands a room divider made from rice. Its hand painted with cherry blossoms. Each cubical is decorated with koi fish, jade bonsai trees, bamboo vases, ceramic dragons and elephants, and gold plated Buddha heads. The room’s feng shui will make any man get lost in its ecstasy. The
Tropical Room
is just as relaxing as any island paradise. On one side of the room, sits a Jacuzzi with a large indoor waterfall. The two palm trees stored in weaved planter vases are perched on each side of the tub and waterfall. The tropical cabinets are dressed with tiki heads, miniature glass palm trees, beautiful colorful shells, and harden coconut umbrella drinks. The walls and ceiling are the coolest part of the room. It’s surrounded with glass. Looking around the whole room, all you see is the beach just like you would if you were stuck in an island. Sand and water circles you like the hotels in Bora Bora. The
Disco Room
is more upbeat with contemporary decors. Neon paintings, lava lamps, and strobe lights brighten up the room. The disco ball chandelier hangs in the middle of the room right over the champagne tub. There’s a stripper pole next to the leather chaise. I wanted to give it that Vegas vibe. The
Game Room
is the one usually booked more than the others. There’s a minimum booking time of four hours. Guys can play pool on the aquarium billiard table, watch porn on the ninety inch projection television, or have drinks at the bar. When booking this room, the guy gives us his food order so he and his lady of choice can just relax. We also have a
Domination Room,
which is rarely used and an
Interview Room
for new hires. The office is also equipped with two exquisitely tiled showers filled with men and women’s toiletries. We have three luxurious bathrooms, one for the providers and the other two for the clients.

The women’s lounge is where my employees sit comfortably awaiting their next appointment. My women are provided with lockers and a vanity room to prep themselves for their exclusive clients. There is also a fully stocked kitchen with plenty of food and drinks so they can replenish themselves whenever they aren’t catering to their clientele. I am only at the office when I am doing interviews, hiring, mentoring, or when I need to pick up “drops”. My incall business is a cash only profession so there will be less paper trail, and I never pick the money up on the same day. This is so the chances of me being robbed or busted by the vice are slim. However, my outcall service is credit cards only, and the receipts show as a promotional company for our clients’ discretion. I’ve also hired an incall manager to watch over the ladies while I’m not here, and a security guard for their safety. As for the outcalls, the ladies must contact us thirty minutes before and after their appointments letting us know they are alright. If not, one of my other employees will check on them. Even though the escort service is booked by referrals only from well-known regulars, you can never be too careful. And I like to provide a safe working environment for my gals. If they’re taken care of, they will bring in a steady flow of clientele with lucrative cash flow.

I sit on the black leather chair in the manager’s office, and look over the pictures attached to the applications. A couple of girls look sexy so I call Cynthia from my personal cell phone; I ask her to check if any of the prospects have any prior criminal records such as prostitution or assault charges. Even though we are an escort service, I never hire women who have a criminal background doing this profession. They will most likely be monitored by the vice squad. And to me, discretion is key.

“Hey what are you doing?” I rummage through the rest of the applications.

“Just got to work. What’s up?” I can hear Cynthia turning on her laptop.

“I need you to check out some names for me.”

With her working for the county, she can find out anything and everything on anybody. Cynthia runs the women’s names and they come out clean. We confirm our lunch date and hang up. I search for my business cellphone in my purse then call one of the ladies.

“Hi this is Tina. You applied for Elite Promotions yesterday. I think you will do great with our company. Can you please come by around ten am? Please wear your business suit attire and bring your briefcase. Thank you.” I hang up and call the other lady. There’s regular clienteles that I usually ask favors for, so I make a couple more phone calls asking them to stop by the office tomorrow. I use my stage name when I’m at work, because I do not want anybody knowing my real name. You learn to live a double life in this business. One minute I play that seductive, provocative role. Then the next minute I’m at home being the loving, caring mother.

My manager and security guard arrives just in time. Aside from me, they are the only two people who have the key to the front door and back office. My other employees and housekeeper must wait till either Carmen or Tony is here in order for them to come in. I hear the alarm buzz from the steel security doors and see them walking towards the office on the monitors. I had hidden cameras installed in the entryway, hallway, and women’s lounge to make sure nothing suspicious is going on.

“Hello Carmen. Hello Tony.” I greet them as they enter the office.

“Hi Ma’am.” They say together.

“You’re here early?” Tony questions.

“Yes, I’ve hired two new ladies, and they’re supposed to be here by ten.”

Tony is very intimidating. He stands six feet six inches and weighs almost three hundred pounds of straight muscle. Guys here try not to cross him. But if they only knew, Tony is such a big teddy bear especially in his charming suit. He looks like those bears the store sells during Valentine’s Day. He makes his rounds making sure the monitors are working properly; both light switches are working accurately; the keypad is working right; that the hidden cameras in the entryway are totally invisible, and he makes sure the second door that leads them into the forbidden retreat, buzzes when someone enters. He examines the picture frames set on the nightstands by the leather chaises. Carmen pulls out paperwork from her briefcase and sits at her desk figuring out the schedule for next week. The women give her their schedule request for the following week, and she tries to accommodate their needs. I do not want the women working too much, so they will be well rested giving all their undivided attention to our paying clients.

“Tina, a client called yesterday asking if you were here?” Carmen winks, knowing I no longer see any of the clients unless we are super booked or when I need to train a new provider.