Austin felt a ribbon of nervousness spike through him. He could feel the redhead scrutinizing him from across the table. She had his profile in hand, though she didn't even look at it, evidently having everything memorized. Not for the first time, the brunet began to wonder if this was a bad idea. Sure, his part time job at the coffee shop didn't pay much, but at least he knew what he was getting into. He knew what was expected of him.<br/><br/>"Yes, you'll be very popular among our clients," Tasha informed him. "That's not our the issue."<br/><br/>The issue, she told him, was if he'd be able to handle it. Lots of young women and men got into this business for the money but most of them never lasted long. East Coast Escorts prided itself on being an upscale business with reliable, sophisticated professionals. Each escort offered social and conversational services, selling their company to clients, nothing more. If a client needed a date for the evening, if they were lonely, if they wanted company for a business function, they went to ECE.<br/><br/>Austin clenched his fists in his lap but told her he could handle it, his voice quiet but determined. He needed to pay for his schooling and the coffee shop just didn't give enough.<br/><br/>After what seemed like an eternity, she relented. She told him the agency charged three hundred an hour, fifty percent of that going to the agency and fifty to the escort, plus tips. She told him there would be nothing he wasn't all right with, nothing he hadn't agreed to beforehand, as stipulated in his pending contract with the agency.<br/><br/>He'd signed on the dotted line, thanked Tasha for the chance, and that had been it.<br/><br/>Next thing he knew, it was Friday and he was meeting his first. The agency had sent a car and picked him up to deliver him to his client. He had worn one of his nicer outfits. Grey, slim-fitting trousers, black dress shoes and a black dress shirt he smoothed down with nervous fingers.<br/><br/>The car rolled to a stop and Austin thanked the driver, got out and looked around for his client. ECE had provided a picture of this Adrian Black, so he at least knew who to look for.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><a class="username" data-user-id="642" data-username="@Le Petit Prince" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/642/">@Le Petit Prince</a> </span>