Honey Money
Jane knew that finding work was tough at the moment, but she had hoped that having a degree would give her some chances. Rather than running back to her parents she had tried to make a go of it in the town where she had studied and so continue to enjoy some degree of independence she had gained in the past few years. Though they would never had admitted it, her parents seemed grateful that, unlike many others they knew, they did not have to put up with their unemployed graduate daughter hanging around the house sulking.
Some of her friends baulked at the rigmarole that the government made you go through in order to get any kind of benefits, but she knew she would soon run out of rent and grocery money if she did not play along. In many ways she felt sorry for the people who worked at the job centre, they appeared to get it from both sides: their bosses and the unemployed people they had to work with. Consequently she felt she should treat them as decently as she could. While Jane would not count her claim worker, Melissa, as a friend, she felt that over the weeks, quite a bit of trust had built up between them. Jane was happy to go along with whatever Melissa told her to do, knowing it would probably ease her through any of the hoops the government threw up in exchange for paying her benefit. Today’s visit to the job centre was no exception.
“You’ve been out of work for six months now, Jane. It’s time you went on some training.” Melissa began once the ritual of signing was complete.
“Like what?”
“Well, there’s this course aimed especially at women in your age category. It’s called ‘Increasing Your EC’…”
“What’s EC?”
“Employment Chances, I guess. It’s provided by a training company we use, Hakim Associates. It’s a one-day course initially, though you can go on their follow-up residential if they feel you are suitable.”
“Okay.” Jane responded; one day did not seem too much to ask, especially if it got the job centre off her back for a while.
Running her eyes over the details on her screen, Melissa continued. “They’ve apparently got an excellent record; loads of the women who have gone on the course have got jobs straight off.”
“That sounds cool.” Jane said with more genuine enthusiasm.
Whilst she was sceptical of a lot of what was provided by the job centre, Jane had no desire to be unemployed any longer than she had to. Something that offered her a genuine chance of a job was certainly of interest. Melissa filled in the online form, printed it off and got Jane to sign it. The course was a week away in some place called The Chantry on the edge of town. However, Melissa told Jane that the training company arranged for a taxi to collect them from the job centre and would bring her back too.
The room at The Chantry was certainly not what she had expected. Jane was used to sitting in rooms with rows of chairs decorated in those faded pastel shades that seemed compulsory for job centres. Instead, here, there were deep leather armchairs and polished wood sideboards holding coffee and fruit juices.
“Welcome, Jane, Christine and Amy, I am Ms. Mawr.” The woman standing there said warmly as the three of them entered.
Ms. Mawr was probably in her forties. She wore a tight fitting dark skirt suit that looked like something from the Fifties. Her face was broad with a wide forehead and she reminded Jane of the actress Alex Kingston. The most striking feature was her flame red hair, styled so that it fitted the era of her suit. To Jane, she was a little too much like a saleswoman trying to peddle mobile phones or insurance, but from what she had heard, these days, all these corporate trainers were like that.
“Make yourselves comfortable.”
The three young women did. Like Jane they wore long sleeved tops, jeans and either trainers or canvas basketball boots. They were not seated for long as Ms. Mawr got them all to stand up in turn and describe who they were and how long they had been unemployed. Ms. Mawr took a full length photo of each of them and loaded it from the camera into her laptop. Then she began a presentation.
“This course is based on the work of Dr. Catherine Hakim, and her book ‘Honey Money’.” Mawr held up a copy of the said book.
To Jane it sounded like a Disney addition to the Winnie the Pooh stories, but it looked genuine enough. It was probably one of those books from an American self-help guru that would occasionally get into the top ten bestsellers. What had been that one she had seen: ‘Freakonomics’? She remembered a chapter about how, statistically, what name you gave a baby had an impact on how their life panned out. She had considered whether changing your name subsequently could have a similar effect. She had once met a woman who had changed her name from Bianca to Alexandra to shake off the negative connections with a character on the ‘Eastenders’ television series; Jane wondered how that had worked out for her.
“So, you might be wondering what your ‘EC’ is and why you need to increase it.”
“Sure.” Jane replied, though she was more interested than her tone suggested.
“It is your ‘erotic capital’: all those assets that you have that can help you get on in the world. Catherine’s view is that young women, especially in countries like Britain and the US, undervalue this capital and, as a consequence, reduce their life chances.”
Had she just said ‘erotic’? Jane was sure she had misheard Ms. Mawr. It was probably something more esoteric, a technical term distorted by the woman’s accent. Now that she glanced back at the book, she remembered seeing it in a book store and the author being interviewed on television; they had said something about her being a leading lecturer at a university in London.
Ms. Mawr pressed on with the presentation. She started showing pictures of one or two young women and asked the trio to say, if they were an employer, which they would give a job too. Jane found that quickly she was falling into the pattern that Ms. Mawr was promoting, giving the job to the women who were dressed in the most fashionable clothes. Then she realised she had scored one of these higher than the image of herself which had appeared on the screen; Amy and Christine had already done the same to their own pictures as they had appeared.
Without comment, Ms. Mawr began running videos showing interviews of some women who looked like the three of them behaving in a range of ways, not doing stupid things, some even being very enthusiastic about working for the company. However, at the end of each of the interviews, they were rejected. Then, different women, no more or less confident, perhaps smiling a bit more, but dressed sexily and made-up obviously started to appear and, of course, they got the jobs. The couple of candidates who took the conversation away from work and started talking about what they liked to do socially were even offered better jobs than the one they had applied for.
Rationally, Jane recognised the message being fed to her. However, what was surprising was that she found it difficult to find any flaws in it. She knew her tutors would have been frustrated at that. Had the months of unemployment somehow dulled her critical thinking skills? Then she found herself thinking that maybe she had been focusing on the wrong things. Surely if she had been any good then surely she would have found a job by now no matter how high unemployment was; after all, these women in Ms. Mawr’s videos had.
They broke for some drinks and biscuits and then Ms. Mawr ran more videos contrasting the dull, unsuccessful women with the more glamorous, successful ones. At times she pointed out how they stood, moved and spoke. Then she had the three of them standing up and walking in a way which at first Jane found a little odd, but soon settled into. After that Ms. Mawr had them practicing introducing themselves in a casual way and with a smile.
“So what have we learnt so far?” Ms. Mawr asked but gave no time for responses. “Right: that you need to increase your ‘striking effect’. That means having an impact in how you look, how you move, how you speak, how you act. Today’s session is about doing just that: transforming you from unemployed girls to working girls.”
With that, comment she pressed a key on her laptop and the images of the three of them reappeared but somehow altered. Now, rather than the clothes they were wearing, they were dressed in ways seen on the women in the videos; their hair and make-up were altered too. To see herself this way was rather startling to Jane, but she found herself caught up in Ms. Mawr’s enthusiasm and eager to undergo this transformation.
“First, we need to think about what you call yourself. Think about the women who make an impact like Rihanna or Kesha or Pink, or going back a bit, Aaliyah, Madonna, Cher even. They are women that people notice immediately. Why? Because their names are distinctive, they have impact, they have striking effect. Now, you need to begin packaging yourselves in that way. Out there, looking for work, are a million Janes, Christines and Amys. Now, what do your names say to people? What does ‘Jane’ signify? You, yes, but anything more than that? No. It certainly adds nothing to your erotic capital.”
Jane found herself nodding. This seemed to fit in with that freakonomics chapter about names shaping lives. She guessed Jane was pretty mundane, too often ‘plain’ was added to the front.
“Right, so, from today, we are going to leave behind Jane, Amy and Christine and from now on you will be Jade, Amber and Crystal: names of things that are precious. After, all aren’t you precious? Right, from now on we’ll use those names. I want you to introduce yourselves with those names.”
Each of the young women made the statement in turn; Jane was last.
“Hi, I’m Jade.” She said.
It was only words, but strangely, Jane did feel that to re-label herself was something significant. Perhaps Ms. Mawr had been right. After all, would any of those singers have been famous if they had stuck to the names they had been given. She could not even have told you what those names were. Despite her original scepticism, Jane felt increasingly that this was all making sense.
Ms. Mawr then began reminding them how the women in the videos had succeeded by attracting the attention of the men interviewing them, and talked about how they had got the men to ‘invest’ in them. This apparently was the return on their erotic capital, the pay back for all their efforts. The best situation was apparently to be in a ‘bidding war’ between two or more men and then they would compete to win them for themselves. This always had the best benefit for the woman as she would then get the ‘best price’.
Ms. Mawr started asking the three things that they thought might ensure that they, rather than some other woman, would win the attention of a desirable man. Most of the answers were things that they had seen in the videos and Jane found herself chipping in with things about how she would dress, pay devoted attention to what the man was saying and even leaning and walking in a way that accentuated the lines of her body.
“I’d offer to give him a blow job.” Amber said at last.
The three women tittered, but Ms. Mawr grinned.
“Excellent Amber. Yes, few men rate anything higher, you’d be sure to be employed by him if you made that offer. Of course, you’d have to be able to follow through on your offer. That’s something that we cover on our residential course.”
At first, Jane had thought it was a joke, but then realised Ms. Mawr was being serious. For a moment worried that there was something wrong with that, but the thought quickly faded. After all, was that not what all this stuff about erotic capital was all about? Actually being able to be erotic had to be the summit of the whole concept. It appeared to make perfect sense. Before Jane had time to think it through some more, Ms. Mawr had switched off the screen and came to stand between them.
“Right, Jade, Amber, Crystal, time for your surprise.”
Jane wondered what this was going to be about, she guessed it was one of those corporate training techniques and they would all have to cheer each other or something.
“If you’ll come with me.”
The three women complied; there was nothing else to do. In moments they were out of the room and into a small lift. Once they stepped clear they found themselves in what looked like a changing room. Hanging down one side was a rail of dresses of a variety of sizes; in front of them were pairs of high-heeled shoes in matching colours. At the other side was a table with necklaces, bracelets and earrings on it and next to it, a couple of full length free-standing mirrors.
“Right, I want you each to pick a dress and a matching pair of shoes, then find some nice pieces of jewellery. Now, remember all that you learnt from the videos this morning and think of yourself in an outfit. We are not trying to make you all look the same, so think about the colours and styles which would suit you personally.”
It was apparent that the three of them were really going to be dressed up in all this stuff. Much of it, Jane noted, was similar to what they had seen the successful women wearing in the videos. Jane wondered where this training company got the money from to dish out dresses and shoes. Then she remembered a conversation she had got into with a man waiting alongside her to be seen at the job centre. He had said that these companies got at least £500 from the government, per person going on the course. Jane guessed that if it was true, then Mawr and her colleagues had picked up £1500 this morning, more than enough to cover what they might give out.
Jane could not remember when she had last worn a dress, but she thought that if it was for free she might as well go along with it. She was attracted to quite a bright red dress and found some cherry shade shoes to go with it. She liked the silver tear drop earrings and the modern bracelet of small spheres of silver that she found. Having selected these, Ms. Mawr came over to Jane and added a ‘y’ necklace of the same metal ending in a red stone that was a darker shade than the dress.
“Don’t forget undies.” Ms. Mawr said lightly as Jane began moving to the changing room.
The instructor walked over to one of the displays and held up a multi-way bra and a thong, both in black. She brought them to Jane.
“This way the straps won’t be showing once you’ve eased your way into that dress.” Ms. Mawr smiled.
Jane felt pleased that Ms. Mawr seemed happy with her progress. Amy and Christine were still fussing over dresses and shoes. Jane was not used to individual changing rooms, though she guessed that this was different, it was not like being in a department store. She shed the shirt, cardigan and jeans she had worn; the plain bra and panties below. She turned to the thong. She never wore anything like this, but today everything felt pretty much unreal, detached from her ordinary life. After all, she was going around pretending that her name was Jade. She smiled to herself as she thought, there was nothing to worry about, Jane might be unfamiliar with thongs, but to Jade they were typically what she wore. Soon Jane was in the thong. The bra was different to ones she had worn before, but she finally managed to get it on and the straps arranged so they would not be over her shoulders once she had put the tight red dress on. She looked at how they held her breasts and made them looked larger. For Jane comfort and cheapness had always been the drivers for what bras she wore but she realised that now she had just acquired her first push-up bra and it was making quite a difference. She was about to turn to the dress when there was a knock on the changing room door.
“Who is it?”
“Ms. Mawr. You’ve forgotten something.”
“Oh, okay.”
Jane opened the door to see Ms. Mawr smiling. She handed over a pair of sheer hold-up stockings with lace at the top and a seam down the back.
“It’s the little touches which make the difference.”
“Erm, yes, I agree.” Jane took the stockings. “Thank you.”
“Good girl. Right, no time to delay.”
“No.” Jane agreed and closed the door.
She had worn tights as a girl, but never anything like these. She told herself, however, that Jade was very familiar with stockings and ones without a garter belt were even easier. She sat on the bench and rolled the stockings up. In a few minutes each of her legs was encased in the dark though sheer material.
Jane turned to the dress. There was a zip part way down the back, but even with it undone, the dress clung to Jane as she put it on. It fitted to her in a way that nothing else she had ever worn had. Soon it was in position over her breasts and she tugged it down so the material was smooth. She turned to look at herself in the mirror. The skirt was shorter than she was used to and a large part of her thighs were bare. She realised now why Ms. Mawr had emphasised the need for her legs to be tanned or, as she had done today, coated in stockings. She was unused to dresses and certainly strapless ones, but it certainly showed off her body very well.
Now a little excited, Jane quickly put on the bracelet and earrings then saw why Ms. Mawr had selected the necklace: it would lead anyone’s eyes down to her now not insubstantial cleavage. Finally she put on the shoes and did up their tiny buckles. She realised not only did they have slender high heels but a platform as well. Her whole posture seemed altered when she stood up in them. Jane looked at herself in the mirror: at a women who was her, but quite incredibly also very different, altered simply by the clothes she wore. Jane folded her own clothes as she imagined she would come back here after whatever exercise Ms. Mawr had for them.
Outside she found Amy and Christine dressed similarly, giggling and admiring each other’s outfits. Amy wore a bandeau top and a short skirt in a dark blue shade. Her midriff was bare showing the navel stud she wore. Christine was in a dress similar to Jane’s but black and with long sleeves.
“Excellent, that is the first stage, now hair and make-up.” She directed the three young women to the end of the room where they could see a number of hairdressers standing by chairs and sinks. As they began walking towards them, Ms. Mawr caught up with Jane.
“Jade, why do you wear your hair pinned up? Doesn’t it look like a Victorian school teacher? Let it down; spread it out over your shoulders.
“I don’t know.” Jane answered honestly.
She put up no resistance as Ms. Mawr removed the scrunchy and the couple of hair clips and let Jane’s pretty long hair down on to her shoulders. Jane had always been a bit ambivalent about her hair, always keen to keep it out of the way but not wanting to have a short haircut because she felt they always looked too masculine.
Jane let herself be guided to a hairdresser’s chair and sat back as her hair and nails and then her make-up were tended to. She lost track of time, but when Ms. Mawr stepped up and she opened her eyes, she was startled by the woman who looked back from the mirror. She looked very sexy, not in an easy, over-the-top way, but more understated. Her lips were coloured a dark cherry shade and her eyelids a metallic red, light foundation and some blusher added to the look. Her hair was a darker shade and it hung in spiralling waves with some strands running through it of scarlet. Jane could not stop looking at herself, struggling to believe this was really herself. Perhaps it was not and she was simply looking at this Jade that Ms. Mawr had created. Jane stood up and smoothed out her dress wondering how people would respond to her now, she was sure even her friends from university would no longer recognise her.
“Wonderful Jade. Take time to get to know yourself. Don’t you see you’ve really maximised your capital. Can you see it?”
Jane took time to study herself in the way Ms. Mawr suggested. Her make-up looked very professional; the shininess on her lips and eyelids, the length of her lashes looked just right, but she felt she could replicate this style without difficulty. She guessed that was the intention: this was not being done just for one day but changing her whole life. The hairstyle with the highlights added to the overall appearance of sexiness. It had a contrived casualness about it that even Jane knew men liked. These days when almost everyone had a degree, she guessed looking hot was what was really going to mark out a woman as the one to be employed. Jane wondered why she had not seen that before.
“Yes, yes, I can see it.”
Ms. Mawr smiled like a proud aunt and patted her on the shoulder.
“Right, ladies, come together.”
Jane saw that Amy and Christine were changed as much as she had been. The three of them looked ready for some kind of corporate event and Jane guessed that was the point.
“Thank you to the wonderful staff who had pulled off these transformations.”
Ms. Mawr said and turned so that she applauded the three teams in turn; Amy, Christine and Jane followed suit. They all gave various deprecating gestures then filed from the room through a door at the side.
Once the four of them were alone, Ms. Mawr began again. “Now, the final test. Through that door,” she gestured to the far end of the room, “is a bar. In it are quite a few rather weary businessmen, just the kind you need to be networking with. Bearing in mind all that I have taught you today, I want you to go in there and at the bare minimum get a drink. Anything else you can arrange, well, it’s all good.” Ms. Mawr grinned.
She dished out tiny ear pieces that allowed her to speak to each of them while they were in the bar, she said, to offer suggestions or guidance without disrupting the flow of what they were doing.
“I am sure you’ll do fine on your own, but if there are some pointers I can give you, it’ll come through these.”
“But what do we do for money?” Amy asked.
The question made Jane realise that in these dresses there was nowhere to put cash; even carrying a debit card would be tricky. At Amy’s question, Ms. Mawr rolled her eyes as if she felt she had been wasting her time.
“Amber, have you learnt nothing today? We have spent our time building up your erotic capital. Do you know another word for capital?”
Jane felt she could answer this one. “It’s money you invest in something, like a business.”
“Yes, Jade, very good. So, we’ve built that up, the honey money as Dr. Hakim calls it. So, now we are going to tap into your erotic capital, think of it as your honey money account, and that is what is going to buy you that drink.”
Amy smiled as if she had got the point and now it had been rephrased was more confident that she could achieve the task. Jane guessed there was no time to waste. She began walking towards the bar trying to remember everything that Ms. Mawr had told her about how she should move and act. The dress did a lot of that for her and she was conscious how differently it made her body look. Quickly she scanned the businessmen at the bar, none were alone, but she remembered what Ms. Mawr had said about how profitable a ‘bidding war’ could be between two interested parties; it could raise her erotic capital even higher. She focused on a pair of men, probably in their late thirties, fortunately with an empty bar stool next to them. Jane moved to occupy it, taking time to slide on to it, stretching herself long and slender, brushing aside a strand of hair, pursing her lips as she did. She was glad that she had caught the attention of the two men immediately.
Jane smiled and lowered her eyes a little, before asking the two in general. “What do you think is the best wine they have in here?”
Both men hurried to make suggestions and within a couple of minutes she had a drink and was chatting with them over where she might get a good dinner. Ms. Mawr’s encouragement came through the earpiece and Jane did not stop to think whether she was doing the right thing. Within half-an-hour she had determined that Marcus was the richer of the two and was already suggesting that they had lunch together at an expensive hotel in the countryside. Jane felt that she had been incredibly successful and Ms. Mawr kept feeding through the praise that gave her pride in what she had done.
“And so you are Marcus and you are Adrian.” Jane said fixing their names in her mind.
“But you’ve not told us your name.” Marcus noted.
Jane hesitated for a moment but then found herself saying, “It’s Jade, my name is Jade.” For some reason that gave her a delightful feeling and she felt it was increasingly becoming true. Having had a couple of glasses of wine and with lunchtime approaching, Jade excused herself and headed towards the toilet saying she had to fetch her coat and would meet Marcus by his car. As she left the bar heading back the way the three of them had come, she found that Christine was with two other young women and there was an altercation with Ms. Mawr.
“Christine, what has she done to you?” One of the new arrivals asked.
“It’s nothing, Vicky isn’t it, it’s nothing Vicky. Crystal here has just had the chance to increase her EC, raise her opportunities for getting work.”
“For selling herself.” The final woman said sourly.
“What’s wrong with that, Alison? We all sell ourselves to get a job.”
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Vicky said dragging at her Crystal’s arm.
Christine stood looking uncertain but then turned to follow her two friends to the door.
“Crystal.” Ms. Mawr said.
For some reason at the sound of that name, Christine drew up short. Jade half-expected her to say “no, it’s Christine.” However, instead she slowly turned and looked at Ms. Mawr. It was clear that the name did signify something, it also locked in with the new woman Christine had been becoming. Jade wondered if the same effect had happened to her. However, for some reason, she felt no desire to test it. She found she was proud at what she had achieved in the bar and wanted to hold on to that success. That success was linked with her being Jade, so to deny that she was that woman would also mean throwing away the success.
“You’d undergone so much of the transformation you began here at the Chantry before we were interrupted, I am sure you’ll want to finish the process. Step forward and see, Crystal, that you are more suited to being here with Jade and Amber than running off with those rather silly girls. You’re a real woman, aren’t you Crystal?”
Crystal seemed to have to stopped herself from nodding in agreement but all the same she complied with Ms. Mawr and stepped towards her. As she did she smiled and gave a little shudder as if she felt her body tingling. Certainly it seemed she now realised it was good to comply with Ms. Mawr’s directions. Clearly unnerved by what had just happened Alison and Vicky ran towards the door.
“Alison, Vicky, stop.” Ms. Mawr ordered.
The two young women drew up short as if Ms. Mawr had grasped them.
“Now I am sure you would not want any misunderstanding to develop and for me to call the police. I know the local chief superintendent exceptionally well. It can be so hard for young women to find work once they have a criminal record and I am sure you two would want to avoid that.”
The pair looked hesitant but walked back towards Ms. Mawr as if seeing if they could strike a deal.
“Crystal why don’t you take your friends upstairs, I am sure I can squeeze them in for the session this afternoon. With you to help them, I am certain they’ll catch on quickly.”
“Yes, Ms. Mawr.” Christine smiled and turned to her friends.
They looked uncertain still but followed Christine the way Ms. Mawr had directed.
“Sorry about that Jade. Now, you’ve done so well. Just a gift to see you on your way. If you give me the earpiece, then this lovely clutch bag is yours.”
Jade complied and handed over the earpiece. The red leather clutch bag held lipstick and other make-up in case she needed to touch up her style as well as a strip of condoms.
“Final point, if things develop in the way I am sure we’re all hoping, call me on this, I’ll come and collect you from wherever you might end up.”
Ms. Mawr handed out over a smartphone matching the colour of Jade’s outfit. Jade guessed she was not going to get to keep this but was pleased that Ms. Mawr was looking out for her.
“Thank you.” Jade said.
“Oh, and you’ll need a coat. How about this one?”
Jade had not noted the dark red leather one sat on the chair. Ms. Mawr slipped it onto her and buttoned her into it. It was like a short raincoat in style belted tight in the middlebut only reaching to the top of Jade’s knees. In it Jade felt her sexiness stepped up yet another level and realised that she was becoming surprisingly aroused. She knew that Marcus expected sex from her and she found now that she was more than happy to oblige.
Ms. Mawr kissed Jade on the cheek and in minutes she was at the car. Marcus looked pleased with the coat. In turn she found she could not help looking at his cock and wondering what it was like. She eased into his low sports car and they were soon hurrying away from the Chantry. Jade found it difficult to make conversation but Marcus was clearly more than happy to do the bulk of the talking. Jade kept finding images of men’s cocks and then of her lips around them in her mind. She wondered distantly where those visions came from. Had she seen them on the slides Ms. Mawr had shown them? She could not properly remember. However, the more she envisaged them the more normal they became. Soon Jade no longer questioned them and instead began planning what she would do to Marcus’s cock when they were alone in his hotel room. When he rested his hand on Jade’s thigh she found her own covering it and slowly moving it closer to her moistening pussy. There seemed to be nothing wrong in that. She realised she wanted sex and Marcus clearly did too, so she might as well exploit the situation to her own gain.
They were soon at the hotel and eating a tasty meal. Jade had considered offering to give Marcus a hand job in the car or suck him off but she realised she might as well get a decent lunch out of it as well. The delay allowed her to toy with Marcus, sliding her foot along his thigh and gently pressing on his bulging cock with the tip of her shoe. She enjoyed watching him squirm pleasurably. Jade wondered why she had not been into doing this kind of thing before, it was so much fun. She was grateful to Ms. Mawr for showing her how to unlock her erotic capital and put it to such good use. Already she was getting free drinks and a meal in a nice restaurant, both benefits beyond her fortnightly benefit payments.
Jade was almost bursting with arousal by the time they reached Marcus’s room. Impatient she took the initiative and without waiting, almost threw him back on the bed and then went on her knees between his legs. She unzipped his flies and let his cock spring out. She closed her painted lips on the base of the head unaware of where she had got the skills to do this from, but knowing it felt good to finally have his hard manhood in her mouth. Marcus did not take long to climax and rather than spoil her hairstyle Jade drank his jism down finding the taste surprisingly good.
Now she had got that out of the way, Jade proceeded to remove Marcus’s clothes and then performed a strip tease for him, slinking her way out of her dress before joining him in the bed where his cock was already reviving. Looking back on it later, Jade identified she could have done some things better, but she guessed she would develop her skills with practice. Marcus seemed content and pressed some notes into her hand as she left his room. In the lobby she called Ms. Mawr and had a cup of coffee while she waited.
Ms. Mawr soon arrived grinning and throwing her arms around Jade as if they were old friends. Jade felt grateful to Ms. Mawr for all that she had done for her and wondered what the next steps were. She found that she had simply assumed Ms. Mawr would guide her. She led Jade to a large car with tinted windows and a driver at the wheel. They got into the back and sunk into the deep leather seats.
“Ms. Mawr, so what happens now? Have I passed the course?”
“Yes, yes, with flying colours. You deserve a few rewards. Look at this.”
Ms. Mawr handed over a smartphone to show an online account in Jade’s name.
“That was what you earned this afternoon. Marcus Belling was charged directly by The Chantry for your work.”
Jade did not admit he had also paid in cash too. Even so, she had earned more than two weeks of benefit payment in a couple of hours.
“Ah, here we are: your new home.”
Jade looked out the window at the new block of flats. Soon she was following Ms. Mawr up the stairs to a flat on the first floor. Ms. Mawr unlocked the door and led Jade inside. The flat was furnished simply in a plain modern style. It had a single large bedroom with a king-sized bed with an iron rail fitted on to the wall above. Jade looked around hardly believing that this was all hers.
“You’ll have time to get to know this place later. For now, I have another job for you. It’s good to be back in work isn’t it?”
Jade could only nod and smile her agreement. She was simply delighted to have a flat of her own rather than a room in a shared house and even more than that, for the first time in months, a proper income.
“Go and have a quick shower then come back in here, I’ll lay out some lovely things for you to wear this evening.”
Jade did as she was directed. She enjoyed the shower but was soon back in her bedroom just wrapped in a towel. On the bed was laid out an asymmetrical velvet dress with just a strap on one shoulder. There was another pair of matching shoes and Jade could see that Ms. Mawr had taken them from the wardrobe in which hung a range of outfits.
“The other side’s got some lovely toys for you to use and have used on you, but we’ll explore those tomorrow. For now, get dressed and I’ll drop you off at the next location.”
“Thank you Ms. Mawr.”
The older woman smiled.
“Thank you, Jade, for being such a good girl and working so hard.”
Jade quickly got into fresh underwear including stockings; changed her jewellery and put on her dress. She tended to her hair and make-up, unembarrassed as Ms. Mawr looked on even when she was naked. It seemed so natural given what the woman had done for her.
Less than an hour after they had arrived they were leaving again. At the entrance to the block Ms. Mawr handed over the keys and told Jade the address they were at.
“I will drop you off at the event then head on. I have others to see to this evening and I think you have proven more than capable of looking after yourself. Use this taxi firm to get home; tell them to charge it to the Mawr account, so you’ll not have to worry about cash.”
Jade felt so grateful to Ms. Mawr for all that she had done but did not really know how to express that feeling so simply hugged her.
“Right, no time to waste. We’ve got to get you across town to the party.”
Evening had fallen and Jade was looking forward to the party. She was sure she could find at least one nice man who might take her home with him and who would be happy to treat her to a monetary gift. Quickly they were in the car and it was pulling away, heading, Jade guessed, to another hotel.
The car cut down a side street and Jade saw that a number of hookers were out looking for business. As they drew up at the junction she noticed that the one caught there in the street light was Amber. She wore a cropped leather jacket over a zipped bustier, beneath were tight leather shorts and shiny black thigh-length boots.
“It’s Amber.”
Ms. Mawr smiled. “Yes, she didn’t do quite as well as you at the task we set, so we’ve assigned her to something a little different, I’m sure she’ll do better at.”
“I wouldn’t mind a pair of boots like those and the shorts look wonderful.”
“If that’s what you really want, after this evening, we’ll see what we can do for you.”
As the car pulled away Jade looked back jealously at Amber wishing they could swap places and determined to take Ms. Mawr up on her offer. Now Jade knew that selling her body was not only profitable but enjoyable she had a real urge to exploit all her erotic capital and be used to the full.