The Plan (6 page)

“
Elaine,
”
I repeated.
“
Why would she want to hire me? And what is
The Cat Tails Lounge?
”

Janine leaned over the table and snatched
a piece of cantaloupe with her fork, clearly on purpose to expose her tits
through her satin robe.
“
It
’
s where I work.
”

“
Cat
Tails Lounge, what kind of name is that for a dating service?
”
I asked.

Taking a drag on her cigarette, she
exhaled; holding her cig between her fingers she waved her hand and said,
“
Well, it
’
s not exactly a dating service.
”

“
Not
exactly? What are you trying to get me into Janine? Is this some sleazy strip
club?
”
I
asked.

“
No,
it
’
s not a strip club,
”
Janine answered.
“
It
’
s an escort service, with benefits.
”

I tucked my hair behind my ear and leaned
forward in an attempt to show some interest,
“
What kind of
benefits
?
”

“
You
get $1,000 for an evening shift
—
about
4 hours
—
and
$3,000 for an all night shift
—
eight
hours. Plus tips!
”

I had just received a $6 million
settlement, so $1,000 per night was not a lot of money, but I had to give
Janine the impression that I was elated to make that kind of cash.

When Janine started sharing the financial
statistics, I lifted my cup of coffee to my mouth and held it there, waiting.
No matter what amount she said, I was intentionally going to spew out my coffee
to a shocked and overjoyed.
 
When she
said,
“
$3,000
”
that was my sign to shoot out my coffee,
and I did.

“
Are
you serious?
”
I
said, choking and coughing to catch my breath.

Pounding her cigarette in the ashtray to
extinguish the burning ash, she declared,
“
Isn
’
t that awesome?
”

“
Mmhumm,
”
I approved.
“
What do you have to do to make that kind
of money?
”

With both hands, Janine gripped the lapel
collar of her bathrobe and spread her housecoat wide open, exposing her
breasts, and then she shook her hips and shoulders back and forth, shaking her
tits and laughing,
“
Just
do what you did last night!
”

“
A
threesome?
”
I
replied.

“
No,
Kelly, just have some fun,
”
she
answered.

I slanted my eyebrows, tilted my head and
smirked with a look of confusion to show I did not understand what she was
saying.
“
I don
’
t get it,
”
I replied.

Janine dispensed more coffee into her cup
before pouring in the creamer and sugar. She took a sip and said started to
chuckled when she said,
“
You
know
…
have fun . . . get laid.
”

“
So,
what you
’
re
saying is, I
’
m
supposed to fuck for hire to the highest bidder,
”
I said.
“
So, it is prostitution?
”

“
Don
’
t think of it that way,
”
Janine replied.
“
You just make a customer happy, but that
doesn
’
t mean you fuck everyone.
You just fulfill their fantasy, whatever that may be.
”
Janine lit another cigarette.
“
Some guys like to watch. Some like a
spanking, while others like to dress up like a woman, or play strip poker.
”

“
Sounds weird,
”
I
replied.

“
Don
’
t over think it. If you can do what you
did last night, just let go, you
’
ll do fine, I promise
.
”

Janine looked at her watch.
“
It
’
s two o
’
clock.
”
She looked upward, as if she was pondering
something, and then said,
“
I
’
ll tell you what, I
’
m gonna grab a shower and take you to Cat
Tails. Madame Elaine arrives around three. I will introduce you and you can
take it from there. If you don
’
t
want the job, that
’
s fine
. N
o pressure, I
promise.
”

I did not answer her. I wanted to make her
be the one to press the idea, not me.

She lit another cigarette, her fourth in a
half hour. She blew her smoke in the air, and then said,
“
So, what do you think?
”

I smiled, squirmed in my chair, bashfully
giggled with a silly laugh, and said,
“
Do
you really think I
’
m
good enough to do the job?
”

“
Sure,
you
’
ll probably take my job.
”
She started giggling with me.

She took a long drag on her menthol cigarette,
exhaled and said,
“
Show
me your tits.
”

“
What?
”
I replied.

“
Show
me your tits,
”
she
repeated.

“
Why?
”
I asked.

“
Just do it,
”
she
insisted.

I knew what she was doing, but I was being
difficult, knowing she was enjoying the opportunity to help me. My plan was
working perfectly. I had a tight, white, men
’
s
“
wife-beater,
”
T-shirt on without a bra, tied in a knot
in the front, exposing my stomach. Surely, she could see my nipples. So, to ask
me to show my tits was obviously her idea of an interview.

I untied the knot above my belly button,
lifted my T-shirt and exposed my breasts.
“
There,
”
I said,
“
Are you happy now?
”
I sat down and retied my T-shirt into a
knot.

“
Good.
Now stand up,
”
Janine
insisted.

I glared at her, as if to say:
what now
?

“
Please,
I
’
m trying to help you,
”
she pleaded.

I stood up, placed my hands on my hips
with attitude, and said,
“
Okay,
now what, you want me to strip?
”

“
Turn
around,
”
she
said.

I pushed my chair back and spun around,
facing the opposite direction. When I did, I noticed above me, one story
higher, a guy
—
probably
around 18 or 19 years old, wearing shorts, sandals, and no shirt
—
was standing on his balcony with his hands
on the rail, gawking at me. I made eye contact with him, getting ready to tease
him and impress Janine.

“
Okay,
”
Janine said,
“
Lift your skirt and show me your ass.
”

Without hesitation, I lifted the back of
my blue-jean miniskirt. I was wearing a white G-string.

“
God,
you got a nice ass.
”

I dropped my skirt and continued staring
at the man above. The awkward pause caught Janine
’
s attention.

“
I see
we
’
ve got an audience,
”
Janine said.

“
I
guess we do,
”
I
said. I untied my T-shirt and exposed my tanned, 34C tits.

The man
’
s eyes popped wide open in shock, and then
he turned around and scooted past the patio furniture, tripping over a chair
before to his knees. He stood up, looked back for one last peek and rushed into
his apartment.

Janine busted out laughing.

I tied my T-shirt, turned around and sat
down.
“
Scared
the hell out of him. I guess he
’
s
never seen a set of boobs before.
”

“
That
was great,
”
she
replied.

I lit a cigarette. Janine shifted her head
to the left, gazing upward, looking over my shoulder and
giggling
. She
whispered in a soft voice,
“
Oh,
shit, there he is.
”

The young man was peeking out the sliding
glass door, all that was showing was a head. I turned around to catch a glimpse
and when I did, he jerked back inside, like a turtle retracting into its shell.

We both laughed. We repeated the scene,
play-by-play, explaining what was funny about the young man
’
s actions, laughing all over again as we
finished drinking our coffee. As I expected, Janine explained that her demand
to see my tits and my ass was a role-play to prepare me for Madam Elaine
’
s interview.

I got dressed for the
proposal
. I
put on a matching black lace bra and panties and changed into a short, black
satin dress and a pair of white Stiletto shoes.

After Janine got showered and dressed, we
got into her car and drove to the brothel. While riding in the car, she told me
more about Elaine. I learned her last name was Dungy, but she didn
’
t like to be called by it. She inherited
it from her ex, whom she detested. I thought about me changing my name from
Cindy West to Kelly Lee, and wondered,
why doesn
’
t she just change her name
if she doesn
’
t
like it
.
Elaine was a 45-year-old cougar, a retired stripper and former escort. She
started stripping in LA and moved to Vegas when she was 25.

Elaine obtained a job at the landmark
strip club,
The Palomino Club
, which, according to Elaine, is the only
club allowed to serve liquor and totally nude dancers. Other clubs with liquor
licenses are restricted to topless dancers. When Elaine turned 32, she went to
work at the
Can-Can Room
because the club has a quainter atmosphere and
the cliental were personal, which meant better tips. When she turned 36, she
went to work at Sheri
’
s
Brothel Ranch for two years, learning the business and gaining experience.

At age 38, she opened her own brothel, The
Cat Tails Lounge. According to Janine, the name
cat
and
tail
stands for
“
pussy
”
and
“
ass.
”
Pretty clever, I thought. For the past
seven years, her business had served high-profile clients from all walks of
life.

Janine says Madam Elaine is sassy,
quick-witted and wise. She demands excellence from her girls and respect from
her customers.

“
Once
you get to know her,
”
Janine
said,
“
she
will watch over you as if you are one of her daughters. She is fair, honest and
trustworthy.
”

We pulled up to the brothel which wasn
’
t what I expected. It was no cheesy
storefront or typical dingy retail building, like some grungy porn shop stuck
in a corner of a ghetto neighborhood. It was a beautiful, two-story home with
shrubs, flowers and greenery. I did not see a sign anywhere. The parking was around
back, with a gated lot and a digital keypad for entry.