Monday

You think about your time with Luna all weekend and Monday morning you arrive at the gym to find her and an older redhead in a trench coat waiting for you.

"Hey Luna," you say, "who is this?"

"This is Kylee," she says, "she's my boss."

"Let's talk inside," says the woman.

You lead them back to your office and the redhead shows herself to your seat looking incredulously at your mess of a desk.

"So," she says, "you figured out what my friend here does for a living?"

"I did," you say.

"And your gym is failing," she says, "plus you're worried about your legal liability."

"Yes and yes," you say.

"Alright well since you clearly got more in the cock department than the business acumen department I'll make it simple," she says, "you're not liable if you say you didn't know and since you aren't taking payments on the side there is no proof that you do. That being said you're now a loose end and I hate loose ends."

"I won't tell anyone," you say.

"Oh honey," she says, "I would be a pretty shitty lawyer if I took people at their word. We're going to discuss how this works favorably for both of us."

"I'm all ears," you say as the woman leans back and puts her feet up on your desk.

"First things first," she says, "put all of this," she says motioning to your desk, in an email and send it to me, I'm now your lawyer and financial adviser, you're welcome. Second I'm going to set you up to take credit card, its fucking 2020. Third, my girls get to use your gym, we will pay the going rate, they will not use the gym for any business other than working out and mingling, our clients like to window shop and this provides a nice opportunity. Now, questions?"

"So how does this help me?" you ask.

"How much does Luna give you a month?" she asks, "no I'll tell you about fifteen hundred dollars because she's here a lot and uses all of the services you offer, I am telling you five new girls myself included will now be paying you that a month, on top of that our clients will come to see their girls and I guarantee my ladies will draw eyes even if your clients don't use their services."

"Makes sense," you say.

"Good," she says, "now as a way of sweetening the deal for you a little more, once a month you will be allowed a date with any of my girls."

"A date?" you say.

"Oh my god," she groans, "my girls are high class, very, that's why they each get a minimum of $1,000 for the night, that means, you go to dinner, you talk you take her home you do what you want and at sunrise they leave."

"Oh," you say, "that sounds awesome."

"You have no idea honey," says Kylee, "Luna, go open the gym while your friend and I discuss the finer points of the deal we've just struck."

Luna leaves you with Kylee.

"Now," says the redhead, "when I make a deal of the escort variety I like to celebrate."

Kylee gets to her feet and undoes her trench coat revealing her work clothes.

"Since you seem to have trouble keeping up," she says unbuttoning her blazer and blouse, "you're going to fuck me," she throws her blazer on the desk revealing a black bra and large breasts, "because that's how I know you're in," she undoes her skirt and lets it fall.

Kylee approaches you slowly, deliberately clicking her heels.

"So John," she says, "are you going to man up, or do I need to tell you what I want?"