the book (hosie)

rough escorts

Josie found herself sitting alone in her office, filling out the various injury reports from ops. It was getting late, but the blonde doctor knew she had to get these done, as they could just come back to bite her later.

Josie had a love/hate relationship with her work. She dedicated her time and efforts to helping others, developing the next medical breakthrough that could save more lives, and to helping those affected by conflict, both on and off the battlefield. That's what she loved about her work. But there was also one bump with her line of work:

"I could use some healing!"

"I require healing!"

"I need healing!"

The sound of a snapping pencil reverberated through the room; Josie sat at her desk holding both halves in her shaky hands.

"Mein Gott. I don't know how much more I can take," the exhausted blonde said to herself. So much was expected of her; she was seen by many as delicate and soft. She was the merciful angel who helped those in need. But she wasn't entirely innocent.

This angel was sinful.

Josie needed some relief, but she didn't know how to get it. Suddenly, she remembered receiving a spam email about a service that could...provide what she wanted.

Josie checked her junk mail and found the email. She looked at the number and dialed it into her cell phone. It rang once, twice, before the other end picked up.

"Wicked Vices. How may we help you?" a woman's voice answered.

Josie sighed and stammered, "I-I have a need for your...services."

"And what service is that, miss?" the woman asked.

Feeling the blush already beginning to creep up to her cheeks, Josie swallowed the lump and said, "I require an escort."

"Alright," the woman responded. A few moments of silence followed before she asked, "Is there anything in particular you are looking for."

Josie stilled. What did she want? Almost all of her encounters had been slow, gentle; her partners treating her as though she were a porcelain doll, where the slightest pressure would cause her to crack.

Mustering up some courage, Josie answered, "Someone who is...rough."

The other end went silent for a little bit once again. Josie waited anxiously until the voice returned.

"I have two that fit that bit of criteria. They go by 'M' and the other 'Widow'. Which would you like?" Josie bit her lip and threw caution to the wind.

"Both."

Josie felt her face burning, but at this point, she didn't care. She proceeded to give the woman all of the details she needed, from address to financial.

"Thank you for your time, miss. Your escorts will arrive at the designated time. Enjoy." The line went dead as the woman hung up.

Josie put her phone down and released a long-held breath. She looked at her clock and then to her reports. She closed them out and decided to head back early. She could handle this stuff tomorrow.

Josie anxiously sat on her bed, constantly looking between the door and her clock. She told the woman on the phone the time she wanted, but that didn't stop Josie from anxiously waiting ever since she arrived back at her room.

Suddenly, a knock at the door made Josie jump. Collecting herself, she walked to the door and stopped. She checked her outfit, which consisted of just a simple black t-shirt and matching tights, and opened the door.