Chapter 8: DJ the Manager and Kit the Cheerleader

Lennie was alone in the early afternoon, enjoying more nonsense that people were posting on X, his favorite social media site. His cell phone, lying next to him, started ringing. He looked and saw Dorothy Jean’s smiling face on it and picked it up.

“So, Lennie, I’m just checking in with you. How have your encounters with the housewives been going? You appear to be on schedule perfectly. I have to ask you, what did you think of Alexis?” DJ had long ago given up on Lennie typing in his own comments on any sessions regarding who he was with, even though she had shown him how to do it if he wanted.

Lennie smiled to himself, knowing that DJ was in her office on the first floor. She seemed to always be buried in her computer, formerly his computer, talking on the phone, watching the SES app, and attending to company business.

“You know, DJ, you could walk upstairs and ask me in person,” Lennie snickered.

“But Lennie, I may miss a call from a client, and that would cost thousands,” she pleaded. “I care about my job. Besides, I have the same great view that you do of Puget Sound, so it’s not like I’m holed up in the basement. I love my job, and I also enjoy sitting in my own office. I feel like I’m in control.”

“How busy can you be, DJ? A phone call here, a tap of the app there to enter a date and a sentence—it can’t take much time away from your day.”

Lennie couldn’t see it, but DJ had a hurt look on her face. Obviously, Lennie didn’t realize the importance of her job to the success of SES. Lennie needed a lesson in how complicated her job was.

DJ went from feeling hurt to fuming mad. “Lennie,” she growled, “there are eleven housewives and your six girls in the stable. Right now, two of the housewives are on their periods and out of action, and two more are a day or two away from theirs, so they aren’t feeling in the mood right now to be with a man. So instead of eleven girls, I have seven to work with to fill the date requests.”

Oh man, did I just step in it or what? He gulped.

“And your girls have the right to control their own schedules. Taylor is in Cabo with God knows who, Kaylani is in Hawaii with the Victor Twins, Sam is with Jackson in New York—no, wait, they left last night, and they are in Ibiza, Spain—and Maria is in Vegas for another two days and then is flying out to be with Sam and Jackson for a week on his yacht. Have you seen a picture of how big that damned thing is? Anyway, Lori wanted to do a limited schedule to get back in the swing of things after being with her now-departed sugar daddy for so long, so that leaves only Fiona for me to utilize in the line-up. I have every girl with at least two dates each day for the next three days, and I still have five more good clients who want some love tomorrow and the next day. I have to convince some of the housewives to take a third date, which is completely up to them. Most of them have been working two or three date nights for months now, covering for your girls when you all were partying and carrying on last summer, and believe me, I hear the complaints.”

“Sorry, DJ, I never really thought about the ins and outs of your job.”

She kept going, her anger still strong. “And for every date, I have to do a pre-date call to ensure they have the details correct and a post-date call to make sure everything went right, and when they are coming home. Oh, and let’s not forget the client calls. The clients will call in at any time, day or night. Sometimes they wake me up from a deep sleep, and I have to sound like I’m awake and alert. I take every one of them and have to keep them happy with an alternate girl when the one they requested isn’t available. Additionally, if it’s a new client or one we haven’t seen in a while, I’ll need to coordinate with Rick for a background check or address any other security concerns that may arise.”

How do I end this without her tearing my head off? He pondered.

“We aren’t simply an escort service, Lennie, where one warm body can be replaced by another warm body. Although there are numerous advantages to offering GFE, one drawback is that clients become attached to a specific girl, and trying to steer them to another, especially at the last minute, is very taxing. I am constantly selling a client his second or third choice, and believe me, keeping them happy takes a lot of cajoling and manipulating.”

Lennie could sense the hostility in her voice, loud and clear. He realized he really stepped in it this time.

“Lennie, I may not be a rainmaker around here, selling my pussy and my people skills to get paid fantastic money, but without my organizational skills and attention to every little detail, SES would lose a lot of dates, and hell, even an incident could happen where one of the girls got hurt, or even worse,” she declared. “Give me some damned credit, Lennie. I think I’ve proven that I’m a valuable part of the company, and dammit, getting slighted like this is hurtful.”

“I had no idea how complicated your job is, Dorothy Jean.” He used her full name to break her sour attitude and to show her respect for her important position. “Again, I’m sorry. What you do is incredibly important. I was just saying that I wanted to see your smiling face in person.”

Lennie realized that she was no-nonsense and didn’t want to rock the boat. “All I was pointing out was that you have a headphone speaker and Bluetooth, so you could do both at once,” Lennie softly said.

DJ paused for a few seconds to replay the last few minutes in her mind, and the tension on her face receded. “Yeah, you’re correct. I’ll do that next time.”

Her attitude immediately went back to her regular, pleasant self. So, how was Alexis?” Lennie was amazed at how quickly her attitude returned to normal, and also quite thankful.

“DJ, the experience with Alexis was amazing. She is certainly her own person, but she also reminds me of a young Cindy. Not just in her appearance, but also in the way she carries herself and how she interacts with me. And oh, yeah, she reminds me of an alley cat in heat. Good lord, she is a sex machine!”

DJ chuckled. “Yeah, I figured you would say something like that. Did she talk about her personal life as well?”

“You mean her husband, Tommy? She did, indeed. She also has two children. I guess it takes all kinds of people to make the world go ‘round.”

“So true, Lennie, so true. Anyway, I wanted to make sure you are aware of your next housewife appointment with Kit.”

He picked up his phone and tapped the app. Another tap, and he was looking at the schedule she had put together. “It says here that the appointment is for 7 o’clock tonight, correct? Anything I should know that isn’t in the app?”

“Maybe, when she starts telling you about her past, remember that it is now behind her and she is emotionally stronger than ever.”

That was unexpected, he thought. “Tell me more.”

“No need to hear it from me, Lennie. She can tell her own story better than I can. She’s been married for only a year and a half, and her husband is fine with her professional activities. She started with SES only about a month before you met Cindy.”

“You’ve piqued my interest, DJ, so I’m going to hang up and go watch her video.”

DJ smiled to herself. “Just doing my job, Lennie.”

Late in the afternoon, he got into his SUV and drove up to Cindy’s condo, nearly an hour away due to the late afternoon Seattle-area traffic, which, as usual, was absurd for a weekday. He entered her condo by tapping the security codes, then went into her office and logged onto her computer, which had a large, high-definition screen. Tapping the app, he found Kit’s name and tapped the video icon.

A beautiful young woman with long, black hair below her shoulders was looking intently into the camera. Her skin was olive, and combined with the black hair, he immediately thought she was of Italian descent. Her brown eyes were easy to get lost in, as was her warm smile. She wasn’t as tall as the other girls, even a bit shorter than DJ or Fiona. She was also noticeably younger than any other housewife he had met.

“Hello, and thank you. I’m so happy your friend or acquaintance has introduced me to you. If you want the youngest girl in Samantha’s Escort Service stable, here I am! But don’t worry, the other girls have taught me how to offer exactly what you’re looking for. After all, SES clients are looking for only the best experiences, and I aim to deliver.” Her smile was a warm and wide grin.

It was obvious to Lennie that this woman was indeed the youngest of his group. Her voice and demeanor were perky and upbeat like that of a younger woman, but she remained stylish and seductive at the same time. What caught him a bit off guard was her deeply southern accent. Before she spoke, she reminded him of a woman who grew up in an Italian neighborhood, like Arthur Avenue in the Bronx, New York City. How wrong initial impressions can be, he thought.

“I’m Katherine, but everyone except my mother calls me Kit. If you have any questions, yes, I am the youngest woman here at Samantha’s Escort Service. I turned 23 just last August.”

Lennie thought to himself that it was October, so her latest birthday was fairly recent. She seemed a bit shorter than most of the other housewives, maybe 5 feet and 4 or 5 inches. She was certainly shorter than any of the girls living with him, but also incredibly sexy in the way she talked, as her eyes conveyed a sultry tone. She was wearing a body-hugging dress that showed off her curves with ease. Her body was curvy and perfectly proportioned, her C-cup breasts perfectly projected. Another thought hit him that seemed out of sync.

“Yes, I’m a housewife like all of us at Sam’s, except for the original girls, of course. I’m the newest, having only been married for a year and a half. If you ever wanted to be with a college cheerleader at a major university conference, that’s me! If you are a big college football fan, you’ve seen me for sure when my team was on national television. I was one of the girls they would toss high in the air and then land in the arms of strong men.” Her huge smile and cute dimples warmed anyone watching her video, including Lennie. “And I love the arms of a strong man.” Lennie smiled at the comment. What a sexy hook, he thought.

“I’m firm and tight everywhere, so why not schedule me and find out? I’m going out on a limb saying that you will enjoy what you see. I’ll be waiting!” She flashed, then held her million-watt smile as the video ended.

Lennie had thought about their vast difference in ages, nearly 45 years. Suddenly, he felt old. Heck, if he had gotten married right out of college instead of at 40, she could have been a friend of a granddaughter. Then, he realized this woman was a sexual pro, just like all of the other girls in his stable.

It was 7 p.m., and the knock on the door came right on time. Lennie opened the door to see this compact Italian heritage beauty. She walked into the room, pulled him down to her while standing on her toes, giving Lennie a deep hug and a slow, passionate kiss. She was wearing a form-fitting dress that fell just below her thighs, fitting her tight, young body perfectly. Lennie didn’t know why, but he was taken a bit off guard at the warmth and passion of her embrace. The way she expressed herself made her seem so young.