As Bria looked around she noticed a van outside of a storefront that had no sign above it. Whatever had been inside must have closed, but this man had unloaded some boxes from his van onto the sidewalk and was vigorously pacing back and forth, clearly having an animated conversation with someone on his cell phone.
That he was dressed in a suit intrigued Bria and she wandered nearer to try and listen in. As she got close he hung up with a huff. In spite of his irritation she could see that he was an extraordinarily handsome man, probably in his mid-thirties, but surprisingly good looking for someone so old, she thought.
Glaring at the unloaded boxes he didn't even notice Bria at first. "Well that's just great," he grumbled to himself, devolving into mumbles she couldn't hear. When her shadow came close to him he turned, looking at her blankly for a moment before blinking and looking her up and down in an assessing manner.
"How much?" he asked abruptly, his words tinted with an accent.
"Huh?"
"How much would you expect to be paid?" he asked in exasperation, looking from her to the boxes.
Bria's face cleared. He wanted to know how much she'd want to help him carry the boxes! Well that would be a quick couple of bucks, she thought.
"Ten. What?" she asked as he stared at her incredulously. God, she'd asked for two much. "Uh, I mean five, sorry."
He stared at her some more, looking her up and down again. Shrugging he made up his mind. "Fine! Five dollars for an hour of your time. Follow me," he said, slamming the van doors, revealing a frilly design and the word's 'Levesque's Lace & Lingerie'. He quickly snatched up the larger of the two boxes.
When Bria stooped to pick up the other surprisingly light box he stared a moment, then shook his head before leading the way into the building.
The former store had clearly seen better days when an actual business had been its regular occupant. Now it had a table against one wall and a number of chairs in front of the smallest of stages, a platform elevated a mere six inches. Levesque set his box down on this stage, motioning her to put hers there.
She did so, stepping away to look expectantly at him. "Uh, I'm Bria," she said, but he just looked at the two wide open display windows to either side of the glass doors.
"There really should have been drapes. No time, no time," he said, rubbing his hands together before turning to her. "Time to earn you money."
Thinking she already had, Bria stared stupidly at him while his hand went to crotch.
'Oh my God!' she thought with shock. 'He was paying me for a blowjob!' |