eternallyoung (eternallyoung) wrote in olympic_threads, @ 2011-07-21 19:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | eros, hebe |
Who: Hebe and Eros
What: A job interview
When: Friday night (7/21)
Where: One of Eros' clubs
Warnings: Frank talk of sex?
It'd been coincidence when Hebe reunited with her mother and half brother a while ago but it was fate that reunited Hebe with an old college friend. This friend had the same tastes in pleasure and fun that Hebe had and therefore they'd been close through college. They'd managed to keep in touch so when they met for their weekly lunch out, Hebe's friend had dished on a job she thought Hebe would be perfect for.
Had she ever thought about being a high priced woman for hire? as her friend had slyly put it. Hebe almost sat back with a cocked eyebrow. Been there, done that a few hundred times, she'd wanted to say. Instead Hebe managed a faintly scandalized but very interested expression. She'd been an actress once and she'd been pretty good if she did say so herself. With barely any urging the friend gave up the details and now Hebe was wending her way through a club toward the back.
Must... resist... urge... to dance.... The prospect of lots of money for lots of sex (win/win!) kept her focused. She had only a limited amount of money in her savings account so she had to get this job. She would get this job. "I'm here to see Mr. Theodorou," she yelled over the music to the large beefy bouncer standing at the entrance to the stairs that lead up to the second floor over looking the club. Apparently Mr. Theodorou owned several clubs as well as several... well, she hesitated to call them brothels, around the country and LA. Hebe's friend told her that he was most likely at this club tonight.
"What for?" the bouncer replied eying her up and down.
"Business," Hebe replied meaningfully.
The bouncer glanced up the stairs then nodded, stepping aside so she could pass.
Hebe gave the man a bright smile and walked upstairs. She was dressed in her best Gaultier dress as the establishment that her friend had described had been ultra rich. Women at that level weren't called hookers, they were escorts. There was a huge difference. So with that in mind her dress was a bit demure, a bit sexy and very classy. Walking carefully up the stairs, Hebe kept her eye out for who Theodorou might be.