DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2 - Sex Stories

DiscreetOfficeServices.Com Chapters 1--2

... appreciation to my girls for good service in the way of gifts that average between two and three hundred dollars. Often more. Gifts are kept by the girls. I don't get a cut of those."

I had my mouth open to ask the obvious question when Marla anticipated me and answered before I asked. "Think about it before you ask why I don't take a cut. Knowing they get to keep 100% of gifts makes my girls try very hard to satisfy my clients. Satisfied clients keep coming back for more. I make more money from repeat business of well-satisfied clients than I would from any cut from the gifts. Another business lesson I learned from a previous employer."

Damn! Even at the low end of tips, with just ten clients a week, two a day, that would be an extra two thousand dollars. That would boost the weekly total to...Holy fucking shit!

"Tax-free?"

"You can declare as much of your gifts as you want or none. Your salary from me, yes. It's all taxable. No way do I want to cross the IRS. I file taxes just like any other business. As far as the IRS is concerned, I just run another temp agency for models. Pay stubs and info for filing taxes are kept here in the office. I never mail them out where husbands and others might see them. It's your responsibility to come get them if you want them."

I was silent for a long time as amounts kept going round and round my brain. All that money. More money than I'd ever considered I'd be able to make. Even with days off for my menstrual periods... ...

... Damn! I'd have enough money to attend college without student loans in no time. No part-time jobs. No bankrupting my parents. I'd join a sorority, of course. Frat parties…

Marla finally broke me out of my daze and led me to the door. Handing me another business card, she told me to think about her offer. "No pressure, Olivia. If you have any further questions, you can return here. If you decide you'd like to try working for me, come on back, and I'll tell you the rules I have, and, then, send you out to meet your first client."

Hailing a taxi, I phoned Mom to tell her I'd missed my regular train and would be a little late. At the dinner table, I tried hard to act as if this had just been a normal day where nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Pleading a stressful day, I brushed my teeth and put on one of the manyHello Kittynightshirts I wore to sleep in before going to bed early. Lying awake in the dark, I kept thinking about what I could do with lots and lots of money...

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I thought about Marla's offer all week while at home or my temp job. My boring, brain-numbing temp job where, for eight hours a day, I scanned old paper files from, like, a gazillion years ago into computer memory to free up cabinet space for more paper files. Each hum of the scanner made me think of all that money... What I'd have to do to earn it. On Friday, my boss said I wouldn't be needed after today. Which meant on Monday, I'd have to spend an entire morning in the ...