John Emerson and his partner, Edward Grayson, owned a small management consulting firm in suburban Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The business had started out well enough to grow to about 50 employees. But now, the 2008 economic downturn was putting the business in danger of collapse.

“Ed, we need to find a new source of income or we are going to have to start downsizing ourselves.” John commented one day.

Ed Grayson, who was sitting in John’s office, pondered. Finally he said, “What are you thinking?” Ed knew that John was up to something. John was always the smarter, but Ed was the sugar daddy that brought in and retained the clients. Together, they made a good team.

“I think that we need to diversify, maybe create a subsidiary to handle more aggressive business opportunities.” John added cautiously. “Perhaps, something edgy.”

“If we are going to be high risk,” Ed replied, “I am in favor of an entirely separate entity. We could use the profits to shore up the consulting business without our staff or existing clients being any wiser. Then, when the economy recovers, we can reevaluate.”

“An excellent point Ed. Let’s put together a black ops team of our most trusted employees.”

And So Began Enterprise Services

A few days later, John and Ed gathered Joan Thompson, Steve Amundson, and Bill Winters in John’s office. Without preamble, John declared, “Ed and I have decided to embark on a new venture that will most likely push the boundaries of legality. We don’t know exactly what it will look like, but we want you three to be in on the ground floor if you are willing to take the risk. We also need to swear ourselves to secrecy. If you don’t want to risk possibly ending up in jail, you should leave now. We trust your discretion not to reveal this meeting if you opt out”

The three looked at each other. Bill Winters was the first to speak. “I’m in. Hell, I am so bored with accounting that I would like to work full time on this project, if you’ll have me.”

Ed smiled. Bill was the youngest of this most trusted trio. He was 38 years old and about 5’8’’ with light brown hair. His body was built like a bull from many hours in the gym. His nose was flattened from being broken multiple times in college boxing. No one would guess that he was an accountant until they saw the degrees on his office wall. Most important, he was wicked smart and tenacious.

Joan piped in, “Me too.” Joan was a 5’4” bleached blond dynamo. She had a P.hd. in economics from the University of Chicago and was considered one of the top strategic planners in the United States. She took special delight in terrifying interns and first year employees with bizarre requests. She had been John and Ed’s first hire and the one from whom they took the most pride. At fifty, her sexual appetite was still legendary. She teased and flirted with Steve Amundson incessantly although her one ironclad rule was “ no office romances.”

The partners turned their attention to Steve Amundson. He had only been with the firm for a few years. Steve was in his mid-fifties, slightly overweight and balding. He had spent thirty years in the US Army, most of that time teaching military tactics the War College in Carlisle, Pennsylvania. He was famed within the firm for his ability to successfully implement and supervise the execution of Joan’s strategic plans.

He was deep in thought. He had a habit of sucking on his lips when lost in thought. He might not even have noticed their combined attention if Joan hadn’t nudged him sharply in his ribs. “Of course, I’m in. Do we have a plan yet?” he asked eyeing Joan.

“Not yet.” John began, ‘We need something that generates large amounts of cash on a regular short term basis, but isn’t overtly illegal. I had considered selling military grade weapons, human trafficking, prostitution, and gambling. I rejected everything but gambling as being too dangerous. However, gambling has too many entry barriers. Plus, if we were to go the casino route, it would take years to get started. We just don’t have the time. So, I am out of ideas.” John sighed.

“Wait a minute.” Joan interjected. “You have given me an idea. Instead of sex trafficking, perhaps we could do brokering. Simply bring seller and buyer together for a commission from each party. Once together, the two parties could work out the details without our further involvement.”

“That’s interesting, but if we don’t participate in the details, we really won’t know how to set the commission, unless you foresee a fixed fee arrangement.” Bill added.

“I can figure that out.” Steve said. “Ed should be able to find plenty of buyers, but I don’t see where we get willing sellers that will generate us sufficient income to offset the risks. Professional escorts already have networks and prostitutes just don’t charge enough to make it worthwhile.”

“Yes, chortled Joan, but I think I know where we can get beautiful, smart, and willing girls. At least, I have an idea of where to start.”

“My youngest daughter is a senior at Penn. About once a month, she brings home one of her classmates for dinner. The girl, Emily, is drop dead gorgeous. My husband practically drools when she is there. The girl is an excellent student and plans to get an MBA or law degree after graduation. She always wears the same clothes and is effusive in her thanks after the meal. She even thanks my daughter for the invitation.

“I thought that was a bit odd. So, I asked my daughter, Esme, about her. She said that the two weren’t particularly close, but she felt real empathy for Emily. Emily is the most determined and dedicated person she ever met.

“It turns out that Emily is barely making it. She can’t afford the school meal plan and often goes hungry. Emily was orphaned at an early age. She only owns one dress. Most of her clothes come from the thrift shop.

She grew up in the foster system. She told Esme that asking for help in the foster system always carries a high price. By the time she was 17, she refused to pay anymore. It is very still hard for her to accept charity. So, my daughter invites Emily over whenever she can without it being patronizing.

“Emily has a partial scholarship at Penn, but it doesn’t cover books, meals, or living expenses. She has an after school minimum wage job and over $160,000 in student debt. She estimates that she will accumulate another $200,000 if she chooses law school. Emily sees a lifetime of debt ahead of her even if she secures a high paying job in the future.

“What is interesting for us is that Emily considered working as an escort or prostitute as a short term remedy? She told my daughter that two things held her back. She didn’t want to be pimped and the math didn’t seem to work.

“As you can see, Emily’s problem is finding the right clients; or, if my idea pans out, the right client.”

Ed raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to be her pimp?” he queried. “And, even if I did it, I don’t see how that can raise us the substantial sums we need.”

“I get it,” interjected Bill. “There must be hundreds if not thousands of beautiful college girls looking for way to get out of debt without destroying their reputations and future job prospects.”

“And I know dozens of wealthy men who would pay handsomely for discreet young woman who had as much to lose as he has if the relationship were to become public.” Ed whispered.

“Great.” John said. “We have the germ of an idea. Bill and Steve work on a plan on how to put this into practice without landing us all in jail.”

“Meanwhile, Joan, feel out our prospective client.”

Joan Meets Emily

After the meeting Joan called her daughter to invite Emily to dinner the following night. She also asked her daughter for Emily’s dress and shoe sizes.

“OK, But Mom! Please don’t screw up my friendship.”

Twenty minutes later, her daughter called back. Emily would drop by about 6 pm. “Emily was a pretty suspicious when I asked for the dress and shoe sizes. I hope you know what you are doing. I also told her that you had specifically asked that I invite her.”

Emily arrived precisely at six. She wore her only dress and flats that had seen better days. The meal proceeded more or less as usual, except that Joan kept everyone’s wine glass full. She received more than a few odd looks from her daughter and Emily. Her husband remained oblivious, trying, and mostly failing, to keep for ogling Emily.

After coffee, Joan said that she wanted to talk to Emily privately and suggested her husband and Esme take in a movie. Emily seemed ready to bolt. She eyed Joan warily before settling back in her dinner chair.

When they were alone, Joan said, “Emily, my daughter has shared with me a bit of your background and financial situation. I have a dilemma at work, as well. Perhaps, we might be able to find a mutually beneficial solution. There are no strings here. You are free to leave at any time. I don’t want to harm my daughter’s relationship with you. I also want you to know that no one else will ever learn what we discuss unless you agree. So, if you are willing to listen, let’s move the den where we can be more comfortable.

As soon as she entered the den, Emily noticed a black sheath and four inch silver pumps on the sofa. Joan said, “They are for you regardless of the outcome of our talk. I do have one request that you try them on for me. You may change in the bathroom down the hall on the left.”

“You’re not trying to get into my pants?”Emily queried.

“Absolutely not. I am not into girls, but I appreciate the thought that I might be. I only want to talk. I think you may be more receptive if you are wearing the dress and shoes. You don’t have to put them on, but I would really appreciate it if you would.”

Emily took the dress and shoes and headed down the hall. When she returned, Joan gave out a low whistle. “You really are drop dead gorgeous.” Joan said admiringly. Please sit over there on the sofa.”

“I know that you looking for ways to reduce your student debts. Esme also tells me that you are having a hard time making ends meet while you are at school. She also told me what you are considering doing to alleviate you day to day situation and reduce the student loans. Let me tell you that I don’t think prostitution per se is the answer to your financial problems. My company is in extreme financial distress, as well. We need to come up with a way to develop new income streams or we will go under soon. We have been exploring some rather unconventional alternatives that seem quite lucrative, but may border on the illegal.”

“That’s where you come in. We need your ideas. We, too, considered prostitution, but rejected it as too risky. What we have in mind is creating some sort of high end exchange for women and men looking for a fixed short term relationship with agreed upon guarantees for the privacy and reputation of both parties.”

Joan and Emily were still talking when Mike and Esme returned. Mike’s jaw dropped when they entered the den and saw Emily in her black sheath. “ Dad! Shut your mouth and stop gawking.” Esme said.

Mike blushed seven shades of red. “I’m so sorry. Emily is so stunning and I really wasn’t expecting to find her still here. I apologize for my boorish behavior, but that dress should be outlawed.”

Emily grinned. “Would you feel better if I took it off?” she rejoined.

Mike blanched.

All three women burst out laughing. Esme held Emily’s hand. She looked directly at her mother. “Mom? What have you done to Emily?”

Joan stood up and went to hug her husband. He grabbed her tight in a ferocious bear hug, an enormous erection pressed into her belly and rose to the cleft in her breasts.

“Why don’t you ask her that later? She has agreed to spend the night.” She gazed into Mike’s eyes lovingly, paused and said “ ... But not in our bed, big boy.”

“Damn it, Joan. I thought that you were a liberated woman.”

“I may be liberated, but I am not stupid. So, let’s get to bed now that Em has got you primed.” Mike continued to blush as Joan dragged him out of the den.

The two girls looked at each other and giggled. “Dad is right. You are smoking hot in that dress. Now, tell me what is going with my mother?” Esme pleaded.

“K, but first I would like to shower and know where I am going to sleep. Also, do you have a nightie that I can borrow?”

“Right,” replied Esme, “The shower is upstairs to the left. You will be sleeping in my room. It is next to the bathroom on the right. I have a huge bed. There is plenty of room for both of us. I only have baby dolls. So that will have to do for a nightie. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No problemo. Let’s get upstairs. I am really exhausted after talking to your mother. You know that she is quite a woman. I would really hate to get on her bad side; or, in her way if she was on a mission.”

“Yes,. It’s a rare day when she does’t get her way around here.”

Later, when the girls were in bed whispering about the events of the night, raucous laughter and shrieks erupted from the master bedroom. “Damn it Mike, harder, harder, fuck me, harder,” Joan was shouting and giggling at the same time. “Thats right ... thats right ... Don’t stop.”

“Wow,” whispered Emily, “does this happen often?”

“Its not normally this loud. But, yeah, they go after each other like that a lot. And, its not going to stop for a while, either.”

“They are making me horny,” Emily exclaimed.

“Me too.”replied Esme. “Usually, when this happens I try to distract myself until its over.”

“What do you do?”

Esme turned a deep red that extended down to her breasts. “God, Em, don’t ask...”

“Oops, I should have thought of that.” Emily pulled Esme closer. She kissed her softly. “You know I could do a little rug munching to help you out here.”

“Oh, Em, you can’t ... I don’t have a rug any more. Perhaps, you could do some spelunking instead.” Esme suggested as she returned Em’s kisses. The kisses descended. The baby dolls discarded. The girls twisted to get at each others breasts simultaneously. Then, the kisses descended further. They were soon lapping the other’s clit. The girls moans joined the ones emanating for the master bedroom.

All too quickly, Esme orgasmed filling Emily faces with her sweet juices. The taste of Esme’s orgasm sent Emily over the edge. The two girls lay in exhausted bliss. Their heads remained between the open legs of the other.

Emily pulled herself up. “Do you think we can make each other cum once more? They are still at it. And, I really could use some more distraction” she smiled widely.

Esme did not hesitate. She kissed Em deeply on the mouth. Butterfly kisses rained down Emily’s belly until Esme had achieved her objective. She drove her tongue deep into Em’s pussy.

The girls were still entwined in each other’s arms when Joan came to wake them. She decided to let them sleep. She tiptoed out of the room to collect Mike for breakfast.

A half hour later, Esme descended to the kitchen. She was wearing blue jeans and a tee. Her feet were bare. She was followed by Emily who was wearing her faded dress and flats.