Potential afternoon clients

After cleanup, Eme and Ruby made their way back to the lobby.

Eme was quietly surprised that Ruby wasn’t looking any more worn out. Honestly she looked more awake than she had this morning, but nothing else about her gave any indication of the craziness of their past earlier activities.

Eme clicking help but add as they walked “You really love doing this, don’t you?”

Ruby smiled and nodded, “Definitely, I have a lot of fun with this job. Some days it’s tougher than others, especially if a client’s an asshole, but most of the time I just get to feel good while making someone else feel good. Not too much to complain about. It’s especially fun working next to you though.”

“Aww, thanks!” Eme said back, suddenly feeling more chipper herself.

Ruby put on a slightly more serious expression “One piece of advice. You’re very aware and not too shy, that’s great, but try to be more verbal. Guys go nuts when you tell what you like and if they’re doing well. A lot of them want to feel like sex gods and it really helps make them more comfortable. Plus it helps you get yours too.” She added with a wink and a sly smile.

When they walked into the lobby Anne was already seated on one of the comfy leather seats available. She had a book open on her lap and seemed absorbed in her own little world.

It wasn’t long after Ruby and Eme found seats of their own when not one, not two, but three jingles from the front entrance could be heard.

Entering were two younger looking guys, gawking and high fiving. By the Greek letters on shirts and hats, they looked to be college students. Hard to tell if they can even drink, Eme wondered. At least legally anyways, she added.

Behind them, in walked a large behemoth of a man wearing plaid and overalls also entered. Perhaps somewhere in his mid thirties with a scratchy looking dark beard, he looked to be at least 6’7” and was broad to match. He wasn’t exactly lean, but it looked like he had plenty of muscle under those clothes.

The two young men, got up to Ms. Bach and smiled in anticipation. She spoke first “Will that be one room or two, boys?”

The shorter of the two, maybe a year older than the other. Spoke first “We we’re hoping for two, but how expensive is each?”

Ms. Bach let them know and their eyes went a little wide.