Chapter 2: Kristen Sets Me Up

Over the last couple of months, Kristen has often approached me and asked me if I would be interested in joining in with her on one of her “assignments” but I always refused. It wasn’t until I was totally fed up with my marketing job that I started to think twice about her offers. Would it really hurt to go out with her? It wouldn’t be for the money, although unlike when I helped her out with her “fund raising” in college I intended to get my share this time. I started to think about doing it more for the thrill of it. It was sort of like the sex parties my best friend Beth was always trying to get me to go to with her. Not the sort of thing I wanted to do often, but now and then they were “interesting”.

“OK, so what’s this all about anyway?” I asked her over the phone one night.

“It’s nothing TOO wild, trust me,” she promised. Yeah right. Coming from Kristen, that left the door wide open to about anything so far as I was concerned.

“Well, how about at least a hint.”

“It’s a convention downtown and this company asked for some girls for their hospitality suite.”

Alarm bells immediately went off as I knew Kristen was a master of the understatement. If she said “convention”, that was her way of saying it would be a group thing, not something more personal in someone’s hotel room who was looking for a hot night with a couple of hookers. “Some girls” undoubtedly meant that Kristen and I wouldn’t be the only girls there, making it a group thing. “Hospitality suite” my eye - Kristen only went out on assignments that involved sex and so I could only guess what kind of hospitality we would be expected to provide.

“How long will we be there?”

“Only a few hours.”

Thank goodness she was not on a video phone with me or she would have seen my eyes rolling at that one. This whole thing smelled of an all-nighter and I wasn’t interested in something like that at all, no matter how horny I was at the moment. She must have heard me sigh.

“Seriously, Kelly,” she insisted, “I promise it won’t go past 1 or 2 in the morning and probably even earlier than that.”

In situations like this, Kristen’s word and a dollar bought a cup of coffee but I went along with it anyway.

“So what am I suppose to wear?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

There was a pause and I wondered why it was such a difficult question. Her answer didn’t seem too strange so there had to be something she was holding back.

“It really doesn’t matter, they provide uniforms for the girls to wear.”

I thought for a few seconds about that. Uniforms? Had anyone else said that I would’ve imagines of us all in French maid outfits serving drinks and flirting with drunk men all night. Anyone but Kristen, that is. There wouldn’t be enough money in such an evening for Kristen so there had to be more than what she was telling me. What was she hiding?

“So are we set? I’ll pick you up at 8:00 Saturday night, OK?” she said to close the conversation.

Last chance for me to back out but I just shrugged my shoulders to myself and agreed. As I hung up the phone, I couldn’t help but wonder just what in the world I had gotten myself involved in.

The rest of the week I continued at my boring 8-5 job, sitting in my little cubicle doing research for other people and trying not to fall asleep. It was like 5 o’clock would never come and when it did, I was the first out the door and heading for home. During those two nights before my evening with Kristen I must have masturbated more than I had the previous two weeks!

Normally I would’ve called my mom and told her what I had planned, but it had been months since I’d done anything like this and for some reason I wanted to do it on my own for once and not involve her beforehand. In any case, I knew I would be telling her all about it afterwards so what was the harm in waiting a few more days?