Tip off Maddam to the lady

The boy and his mother had left me a little stunned but on reflection I realised that whilst she probably told herself she was doing it for the boy, she was in fact living vicariously through the event. Evidence was her soaked knickers and the tell-tale wet patch. Recalling Maddam had spoken of some special female clients, I wondered whether the mother could be drawn into to that web. Sidling up to Maddam I went to ask about the lady but was interrupted:

"Its not uncommon for a parent to pay for a boy's deflowering. Quite a few of the girls here have a good number of virgin boys notches on their belt. We even keep a score in the back and compare notes. They rarely come back, so if that was your thinking forget about it."

Having politely kept mum whilst she went off on a tangent, I waved my right hand in a dismissive motion and shook my head in denial.

"The boy was just that - a boy. What's more he has no money but the mother - did you see how aroused she was when she left. You said there is a little special club or customers of the female variety - we should try and wheel her in. My bet is that she has both money, inclination and could be a valuable return customer."

Maddam opened her mouth as if to speak. Closed it like a fish, soundless bar a little oohing, before dashing towards the security system. Cameras on the parking were zoomed in on a Beemer leaving the car park. She snapped a picture of the number plate and again of the female driver as the car turned out of our parking lot onto the main road.

"I will make some inquiries. There will be a little something in it for you if we snare her as a regular. Or did you have an idea on how to do that?"