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Miss Celine’s house was not a house at all, but an arrangement of rooms above a storefront. Before, the storefront had been a florist, then a tailor – now it was a bridal shop. Violet thought the irony delicious – a house of ill-repute above a bridal shop – but appreciating irony was hardly the same as courage and so she came and went three times before she had the nerve to mount the stairs and ring the bell and ask for Miss Celine.
Miss Celine was a tall woman. Slender. Older. Preferred the severe look, her hair in a bun. In days past she’d certainly been beautiful and was not far from it now. But with lines visible at the corners of her mouth and eyes, youth was clearly behind her.
“I don’t like it when girls show up unannounced,” she said, from behind her desk in the little office where she’d taken Violet. “Even those who come three times before they ring the bell.”
Violet blanched. Miss Celine smiled.
“I suppose you think I didn’t know?” she said. “But understand this – I see everything.”
Violet didn’t answer, only sat quiet.
“As I was saying, I don’t take on just anybody here,” Miss Celine said. “Everybody is referred – everybody.”
Violet nodded she understood.
“This is a delicate business,” Miss Celine said, “so I must operate with the absolute care – not only for myself, but for the girls and our clients.”
She brushed a stray hair from her eyes. Then she leaned forward, rested her elbows on the desk.
“But I suppose I’ve already violated one of my rules by letting you in here,” she said. “So what can it hurt to get to know you a little better?”
Violet could think of nothing being hurt by their acquaintance.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-five,” Violet said.
“Young, but not too young,” Miss Celine said. “So I’m curious – what are you doing here?”
“Yes, why not somewhere else?” Miss Celine said. “If you’re looking for work, there’s other jobs.”
“Yes, I know, but…”
Violet trailed off, smiling with embarrassment.
“What I mean is, this work isn’t the sort of thing one just does,” Miss Celine said. “If you understand my meaning?”
Violet understood the meaning.
“It’s complicated,” Violet said.
“I see,” Miss Celine said. “Then it’s drugs, is it?”
Violet shook her head.
“No,” she said. “It’s not drugs.”
“Good,” Miss Celine said. “I don’t take girls who do drugs.”
“No,” Violet said, again. “It’s not drugs.”
Miss Celine raised an eyebrow.
“Would you be willing to take a test?” she said. “Right now?”
Violet nodded she would.
“All right, so if it’s not drugs, then what is it?” Miss Celine said. “Is there a man…?”
Miss Celine chewed this over. Never looked from Violet.
“So,” she finally said, “just another girl with a liberal arts degree and no real-world skills – is that about the sum of it?”
“More or less,” Violet said.
Miss Celine nodded.
“It always is,” she said. “So, dear, have you done this sort of work before?”
Violet shook her head once.
“Were never an exotic dancer?”
Violet shook her head.
“I’m not going to find you on the Internet, am I?” Miss Celine said. “Some hideous webcam thing?”
“Good – I run a quality house with quality girls ,” Miss Celine said. “I don’t want any Internet trash ruining our reputation.”
Violet did not say anything. Only sat there, proper and respectful.
“But I gather you’re not a virgin,” Miss Celine said.
“No,” Violet said. “I’m not.”
Miss Celine nodded.
“Well at least there’s that,” Miss Celine said. “So, I suppose you might as well stand up and let me have a look at you.”
Violet did, rose to her feet. Tall. Confident. Yet, demure. It was beguiling.
“Would you turn around please?”
Violet did, a simple turn, once around.
“Tell me, dear, what color is your hair?” Miss Celine said, when they faced one another again. “Is it blonde?”
“Strawberry,” Violet said. “Strawberry-blonde, actually.”
“A pale red then – very good,” Miss Celine said. “And a very fair complexion.”
“And with the delicate look?” Miss Celine said, waved a finger up and down at Violet’s body. “I think you’d do quite well with that here.”
Violet did not respond, was not sure it was required.
“Well, at least you fill out the suit nicely,” Miss Celine said, waving her hand at the plain skirt and jacket ensemble Violet wore. “Now let’s have a look at the rest of you.”
Violet stood there, not sure if she was meant to turn about again, or if something else was required.
“Perhaps I was unclear,” Miss Celine said. “It’s time to take your clothes off.”
“Is there a problem, dear?”
“Then go ahead,” Miss Celine said. “Don’t be shy – we’ve no secrets here.”
Violet looked around, the small office they were in, the windows behind Miss Celine open, the curtains pulled back. The street below, the sky above. Visible to all of it.
“You mean here?”
“Yes,” Miss Celine said. “If you can’t do it here…”
Violet understood and so did take off her clothes. First the jacket, laying it over the back of the chair. Then the blouse , and finally the skirt – also laid over the back of the chair. Finally standing there in little more than stockings, bra and panties. Milky-white skin.
“Very nice,” Miss Celine said, “but now the rest of it.”
Violet hesitated, fighting shyness and nerves, finally overcoming them. Working the catch at the front of the bra, there between her breasts. Dropping it to the floor behind her. Then her panties, pushed to the floor.
“You may leave the stockings,” Miss Celine said.
Miss Celine’s gaze lingered on her body a long time, the mounds of her breasts, neither overlarge nor ample, but certainly more than adequate, topped with rosy pink nipples. Her belly flat and smooth, her backside toned. Thighs soft and inviting.
“No tattoos – that’s a relief,” Miss Celine said. “Any birth marks are scars?”
“Good,” Miss Celine said. “And freckles on the shoulders? Very nice.”
She waved her hand that Violet might dress and so she did, pulling her clothes on again and straightening herself. All except the panties, pushed into her handbag.
“As I said, we are very select here,” Miss Celine said. “Very select in all aspects of the business – we don’t allow just anybody. Not clients, and not girls.”
“Exclusivity is the watchword.”
Miss Celine nodded, then stood.
“All right, I’ve seen what you look like,” she said. “Perhaps it’s time to see what you do.”