Daniela calls you

You get off the phone with your mom. She had called you crying tears of joy, not believing that she and your dad had just been gifted all of the earnings of a guy who had won the lottery. "Must be a real animal lover," you had said. You had an hour-long with her and your old man, partly to vicariously enjoy their happiness, but also to ensure that they got those tickets to the Bahamas, like you had been counting on.

Fortunately, it seems the Universe had conspired with you to make those last-minute tickets available. You're sure your Mom could have continued to talk your ears off for another two hours, but you'd 'nudged' her into stopping the conversation short. "I sense you are busy," she said "so I'm gonna leave you to it. Talk later, son."

You feel a little awkward when she says this, in light of the nature of the business that lies ahead of you.

Somewhat later, you get a phone call from a hidden number. You pick it up.

"This is Daniela Martinova. Who am I speaking to?"

"Aphrodite's Custodian," you answer. This is the name you had given to Nasser the oil tycoon.

"Then you are the person I am looking for," she answers. "Interesting choice of pseudonym, by the way."

"Thank you," you answer.

"Mr. Nasser explained your agreement to me," she continues. "I am, of course, absolutely prepared to continue to provide my services to him, according to his new specifications."

"What has he told you?" you ask her.

"That he wants me to use my connections to cater to your every desire and whim." She says. You're at full mast now.

"How does it work?" you ask.

"Well, the easiest way is through our mobile app. On there, you have our entire portfolio of female talent at our disposal. We have over 10.000 high-quality women - all of them freelancers and independent contractors, naturally - spanning every continent except Antarctica. And we are working hard in our quest to add new girls to the database."

"Each woman has a profile with pictures, a biography, and sexual services offered. You can bookmark favorites, and the app also has a 'create assignment' function. You specify what you want - number of women, type of women, date, time, location, type of service, a description of the event - and once you have created the assignment, our team will immediately spring into action into making your wish a reality."

Part of you thinks that this type of thing shouldn't exist, the other part is thankful it does.

"We contact the talent to see if they are available for the specified time and location," she continues. "Of course, the generous fees that Mr. Nasser offers often do wonders for freeing up time in our talent's schedule."

"I see," you say. "Could you make something happen for tomorrow? I was hoping that I could invite over one of your entertainers -" Grace jabs you with her elbow. "- er... two?" She jabs you again. "Alright, ten women. To the address that I gave Mr. Nasser. I don't suppose that is logistically possible?"

Daniela laughs. "Oh no, I think we can manage something. Maybe we won't be able to get all of your favorites on such short notice, especially if they are currently in a far-away location. But you know, money talks, Mr. Custodian. For example, we work with people in every continent who take care of transport. Private jets, helicopters, whatever the situation calls for. Clients like Mr. Nasser are very mobile and so we need to be able to respond to requests quickly and efficiently."

"One other feature of the app is that each assignment you give, returns an estimate of the cost. But you won't have to concern yourself with this, Mr. Custodian. Mr. Nasser told me he will make additional investments in our operation that amount to the money needed to turn a second-tier English football club into a global powerhouse. This is unprecedented, even for us. This means that not only we will be able to vastly improve our services, but the talent will also be remunerated more generously than ever. And well-paid talent is happy talent, Mr. Custodian."

"Awesome," you simply say.

"I will send you a link to the app in question as well as an e-mail with your username and password. Mr. Custodian, I do have to ask you one thing," Daniela continues.

"What is that?"

"I'd like you to fill out your profile on the app, if that is not too much to ask," she says. "Just upload some pictures of yourself, and give a description of yourself, hobbies, interests etc. The women we work with tend to like this. It gives more of a personal touch, you know?"

"Seems reasonable," you say.

"Very well. You can also send the talent private messages and direct requests for a Skype or Zoom call. And finally, you can obviously count on our absolute discretion."

Now she mentions it, this is quite important. You'd almost forgot you had another date lined up with Eleanor, and you don't want her image of you to be sullied too much by the sheer libidinal excesses that are about to unfold in the next two days.

"I do hope so," you say, "since I have a girlfriend... well, an almost-girlfriend sort of. It's complicated," you tell Daniela.

"Oh don't worry Mr. Custodian, we have plenty of experience with this kind of thing," she says. "The biggest reason that Mr. Nasser's exploits were in the press is because he didn't mind the attention. And it was only the tip of the iceberg. Our team will do anything to prevent any leaks of information and we'll take care of all the paper work, non-disclosure agreements, etc."

Sounds good. You suppose you could just wish for everyone involved to keep their mouths shut, or for people to forget in case something did leak, but it was nice to have an extra layer of security.

You do have one final question to ask Daniela before you go nuts on the app.

"Daniela, one more thing. Is there a way to select for women who truly enjoy their profession?"

She laughs. "Ah, Mr. Custodian, didn't I say well-paid talent is happy talent? We do not work with streetwalkers here, Sir - with all due respect to these women of course. By the way, if you want, you can also ask Mr. Nasser to donate some money to sex worker charities and organizations, to help out these more unfortunate women, if that is what you wish."

"Sure thing," you say.

"Mr. Custodian, do not worry too much. We only work with the finest, highest-tier, classiest talent, you will see that. And as I said, they're free-lancers and independent contractors. Most of those we work with do this to finance a life of luxury or to ensure an early retirement. But they are also very sexual. But perhaps you are worried because you have some **** fetishes?"

"Well, er... I like facials," you say somewhat awkwardly.

She laughs hysterically. "Well if that is the worst, then I'm sure there won't be a problem, as long as you treat the women nicely outside of the bedroom."

"OK," you say, a bit sheepishly.

"But since this seems important to you, I will make sure to instruct our team to prioritize women who have a passion for sex and sex work."

OK then. Bring it on.