Ladies' Night - Done with Vanilla (Short Story - Erotica)

Part 1

     "So, tell me again how this 'technically' isn't prostitution?" Lydia asked using finger quotes to emphasize her skepticism.

     Jess groaned. She flopped backwards onto the stretch limo's side couch, her left hand carefully balancing the champagne flute in her dramatic display. Her pleather mini-skirt pulled up showing off delicate garter-belt straps.

     "Hey, I have a lot to lose here." Lydia started. "If I get any dirt on me I'll-"

     "Lose your internship. I know, I know," Jess finished for her. "If two people split a hotel room bill and had sex in the room, would you say that's prostitution? Because they paid for a room to fuck in?"

     Lydia's face remained an unamused line.

     Jess groaned and sat up to show how serious she was. "Everyone buys a membership to the club, and they pay cover fees for party nights. There's no money exchanged between anyone inside the club. There's no law saying two consenting adults who meet and hit it off can't do adult things behind closed doors of a private club."

     Lydia worried the hem of her little black dress.

     "Besides, you aren't even paying, you're getting in for free. As my guest." Jess raised her flute and then tipped her head back, drinking the rest as the limo came to a rolling stop. "and it's too late to chicken out now. We're heeeeere," she finished in a sing-song tone.

     Lydia fished a mirror from her purse and checked to make sure her sparkling false lashes were holding up, and her crimson lipstick wasn't smudged. She took a deep breath and looked herself in the eyes as she released it. "You are a badass," she whispered to herself.

     "Come on." Jess was already bouncing up the deep purple rug that stretched from the curb to the matte-black door.

     A white-gloved hand was waiting to help her out of the car. Lydia smiled up at the driver, took his hand and slid out of the car. With her spiked heels she looked driver square in the eyes at five-foot ten.

     "I'll get your bags, ma'am," he winked as he spoke.

     Lydia blushed and caught up with Jess, linking arms. "How much does he know?"

     "Toby?" Jess glanced back at the driver and blew a kiss at him. "Everything," she giggled and dragged Lydia the rest of the way.

     As the two approached, the doors opened as if by magic, but really it was just two men in slim-cut, black suits with matching ties. Toby followed in their wake. Lydia looked around as they entered the clubhouse lobby. It was modernly decorated it could have been any stand up business.

     A slender woman in her late 40's stood behind the welcome desk. She had long copper hair braided to one side, and a silver sheath dress clung to her slim figure. A friendly smile slid across her face upon seeing the women.

     "Madam Eve," she said as she walked around the desk to hug Jess. "Welcome back, beautiful." She peeked over Jess's shoulder and waved a hand at Toby the driver. He nodded and then headed through a door in the back the room.

     Jess pulled away from the hug and gestured to Lydia. "Mistress Cassandra, this is my friend... um..." she paused and looked to concerned. "Shit, you forgot to tell me what you wanted to be called."

     Lydia's cheeks flushed. "Actually, I never decided."

     "Most are shy their first time, dear," Cassandra hushed her. "Many go through several names until something really sticks." She walked over and curled one spindly arm around Lydia's shoulders. "We have plenty of temporary suggestions if you would like to try one on." She handed Lydia a red ribbon.