Let Me Help You

You remind me of someone

Lindsey had turned off the engine of his car at least twenty minutes ago, but he was still very much making up his mind if he should walk through that door or not. He was seeing a woman, but they weren't really boyfriend and girlfriend, yet by entering the building that he was in front of, made him feel as if he was about to cheat her.

It was dark outside already, but he looked around to make sure nobody was passing by. He got out of the car and hurried to a place he had never thought he would set foot in, keeping his head down. It didn't look cheap or sleazy, but the idea of it still was in a way.

"Good evening, Sir."

"Hello." Lindsey stood awkwardly at what could have been called a reception desk.

"I can tell it's your first time here."

"How?" He frowned at the woman, who had to be around forty, dressed in a suit, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

"You look like you're about to commit a crime."

"Oh, I see. Well, yes. It is the first time I'm in a place like this."

"This is not some tacky brothel, Sir. Our women are here to keep you company, to spend time with you and it doesn't necessarily have to end in having sex. I'm here to assign you one of our girls and what the two of you do behind closed doors is not any of my business."

"I didn't mean to offend you."

"And you didn't, I'm simply explaining."

"I can trust you, right? I mean... It won't get out that I've been here?"

"No, unless you decide to share that information yourself."

"And your girls, as you called them? Do I get to choose?"

"Of course. You can pick almost everything that you would prefer; age, height, hair color, the things they are fine with doing or not... Anything you can think of I assure you, we will offer you a choice."

"What if I sort of know who I want to be with tonight?"

"Specifically?"

"Yes."

"Then you should give me her name and I'll check if she's not occupied."

"I don't know her name, but... Others say she's one of a kind, that there's nobody else like her."

The receptionist smiled, knowing perfectly who he was talking about. "You're sure you can handle her?"

"Well, I... No, I'm not sure. I've never met the woman. But you said it's not just about sex."

"That is correct. The woman you are talking about is a mystery to say the least. I'm not surprised you've asked for her. I'll be right back." Lindsey felt relief wash over him, because nobody walked in while he was left waiting. "Second floor, first room on the right."

"What?"

"She'll join you in a few minutes."

"So, I just... go up there and wait?"

"That is exactly what you should do, Sir."

"How do I call her?"

"Oh no... You do not address her unless she gives you that permission."

He gulped, thinking just what exactly was he getting himself into. He didn't come here to satisfy his bodily needs, he simply wanted to try something out, since his on and off female friend wasn't in town. A friend of Lindsey's mentioned about the place he was at, saying it's rather classy, as classy as it could be of course, that the girls aren't prostitutes, they're there to make you relax and have a good time if you're a little down, stressed or just bored.