Skye Pilot
Star
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Pike had walked past the simple 4 story brick building many times, but today was the first time he would enter. Most people had no idea what were contained within those solid walls, except for the very rich, the elite of the city. Fortunately, he fit into this group rather well. His parents had always been rich, and after they passed away, he was left with every last cent they had ever earned, along with several major corporations across the country. And those with money could always get anything they wanted. The discreet building didnâ??t stand out at all. No signs, no marks, except for the building number in plain white numbers above the front door. It almost looked like a fire station in a way, and it even may have been at one point in time. But only those certain few would be allowed admittance. The operators of the establishment took their roles very seriously, catering to unique desires of their cliental. The different men and women that were kept inside were to be companions, escorts, butlers, maids, anything at all. Some had been plucked off the streets to serve in these roles, and given some training and education, and others had been born into the life, or even sold into it to pay off debt.
Today, Pike knew exactly what he was after, and even the offer of a trial session with one of the girls was more than enough to grab his attention. Walking up the short steps, he opened the door, feeling the cooler conditioned air pass over him, dissipating into the mid-afternoon heat. He wore a simple suit, mostly black with a cobalt blue undershirt. The material the undershirt had been made out of appeared to have an almost metallic shine. He was an average height, somewhere just under 6 foot tall, with neatly trimmed brown hair atop of his head. The woman at the front desk smiled to him, as he spoke. â??I believe you are expecting me, â?? Pike said, returning the casual smile. â??We are, indeed, Sir,â? She told him, standing up, and guiding him into a small room off to the side. The room was as plain as the rest of the building, only having a black couch, and a wooden coffee table. â??All of our girls are pictured in those binders,â? the receptionist told him, gesturing towards the stack on the table. â??Take your time looking through them, and when you are ready, their number corresponds to their room,â? Giving him one last smile, she made her way out of the room. â??Once you are ready, let me know, so I can let your choice know they are to be expecting a guest,â?
Sitting on the comfy leather couch, He flipped through the books for a while, looking over the pictures and reading over various profiles. After eliminating some and narrowing down his perspective list, he finally decided on a girl up on the 4th floor. Leaving the binders where he found them, Pike left the room, going back to the lobby. Letting the receptionist know his choice, she politely nodded, and picked up the phone, calling the room. â??She will be ready for you in ten minutes, feel free to have a seat,â? she offered. After the short wait, the receptionist motioned that he could go on up. Giving him a keycard to the girls room first. Pike walked up the old, creaky wooden stairs to the top floor, knocking on the door. As he waited for her to answer the door, anticipation filled him, but he did his best to cover it up.
Today, Pike knew exactly what he was after, and even the offer of a trial session with one of the girls was more than enough to grab his attention. Walking up the short steps, he opened the door, feeling the cooler conditioned air pass over him, dissipating into the mid-afternoon heat. He wore a simple suit, mostly black with a cobalt blue undershirt. The material the undershirt had been made out of appeared to have an almost metallic shine. He was an average height, somewhere just under 6 foot tall, with neatly trimmed brown hair atop of his head. The woman at the front desk smiled to him, as he spoke. â??I believe you are expecting me, â?? Pike said, returning the casual smile. â??We are, indeed, Sir,â? She told him, standing up, and guiding him into a small room off to the side. The room was as plain as the rest of the building, only having a black couch, and a wooden coffee table. â??All of our girls are pictured in those binders,â? the receptionist told him, gesturing towards the stack on the table. â??Take your time looking through them, and when you are ready, their number corresponds to their room,â? Giving him one last smile, she made her way out of the room. â??Once you are ready, let me know, so I can let your choice know they are to be expecting a guest,â?
Sitting on the comfy leather couch, He flipped through the books for a while, looking over the pictures and reading over various profiles. After eliminating some and narrowing down his perspective list, he finally decided on a girl up on the 4th floor. Leaving the binders where he found them, Pike left the room, going back to the lobby. Letting the receptionist know his choice, she politely nodded, and picked up the phone, calling the room. â??She will be ready for you in ten minutes, feel free to have a seat,â? she offered. After the short wait, the receptionist motioned that he could go on up. Giving him a keycard to the girls room first. Pike walked up the old, creaky wooden stairs to the top floor, knocking on the door. As he waited for her to answer the door, anticipation filled him, but he did his best to cover it up.