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After all, we’re here to participate in a look-see sponsored by City Girls, an elite escort agency. Basically, the agency’s going to have a group of girls behind a one-way mirror. Then on the other side are billionaire businessmen ready to pay for a good time. They girl can’t see us, but we can see them, and we’ll be able to pick exactly the woman we like.
It’s a nice change from regular dating. Hell, I would never go on-line, but there are dozens of matchmaking services who compile dossiers on eligible women. And these dossiers can be an inch-thick and filled with professional glamour shots of girls who look like models. Hell, there’s practically a resume thrown in there, not to mention their medical history and family background. But I don’t like flipping through binders and reading resumes because it’s too two-dimensional. There’s nothing like seeing a woman in person, so I’m looking forward to this afternoon’s event.
The door to the elevator pings and we step inside. Cade pulls out a discreet black card before swiping it through the reader, and then the doors close and we begin moving upward toward the 20th floor.
“So you’re in luck today,” Cade mentions in an off-hand manner.
“Why is that?” I growl, anticipation already rising in my chest. “What’s going on?”
My friend chuckles.
“Well, buddy, today’s viewing event has a special theme, did I mention? I don’t think this one is going to disappoint.”
I raise my eyebrows and glare.
“Oh really,” I growl. “Like what? Circus performers? Game of Thrones costumes? You know I’m not into bizarre shit.”
He rolls his eyes.
“No, for your information, today’s event is a MILF look-see,” he states, his blue eyes flashing mischievously. “You know, MILF as in ‘Mom I’d Like to Fuck,’ so it’ll be a whole room full of hot mamacitas,” Cade adds for good measure.
I’m totally stunned and can’t even speak for a moment.
“Are you fucking serious?”
Cade nods carelessly. “Yeah why? You don’t like MILFs?”
I shake my head, astounded.
“No, it’s just that … Jesus, are there really that many moms who are escorts?” I question. “Seriously, goddamn. The world must be really fucked up for this to be happening.”
Cade nods.
“The world is fucked up because single moms probably need money more than others. They could be supporting two kids and their entire extended family for all we know. So yes, it’s a fucked up situation and we’re the ones exploiting it.”
I pause, my heart hammering. Jesus, I’m a corporate raider and I’ve done far worse things than pay a woman for her time. Yet still. There’s something just so twisted and dark about what’s happening.
Cade just shrugs, clearly unbothered.
“So yeah, MILFs. It’s going to be a bunch of hot, single moms who like money and sex. Perfect, right? You can bang them hard because they already have those wide, child-bearing hips, and fuck, some of them might even produce milk if they gave birth within the last year. Yummy,” he says, waggling his eyebrows.
I stare at him.
“You’re one sick fuck, you know that? Lactation kink?”
Cade merely shrugs as the door pings once more.
“Everyone likes what they like, and yeah, I like my girls to produce on occasion. It’s sweet, nutritious, and really fucking rancid if she lets you fuck her while you suck too. Try it sometime,” he says while strolling down the hall. “It’s pretty amazing.”
I merely shake my head while following my friend down the wide corridor. Cade is such a dirty asshole, but then again, he’s the one who got me into this shit, so I shouldn’t be surprised. We stop in front of a large door with two bouncers out front, but before a word is said, a middle-aged woman pops out from behind the men, all smiles.
“Ah Maria,” Cade greets. “How nice to see you.”
She nods, her smile obsequious.
“Mr. Taylor, Mr. Atherton,” Maria purrs. “Welcome to City Girls. As always, your pleasure is our business. I assume you’re here for today’s special viewing event? Please, follow me.”
One of the bouncers open the door, but instead of stepping into a room, we wend our way through another series of corridors before finally coming to a set of doors. Maria opens this one, and sure enough, it opens into a room with a low-ceiling that resembles a gentleman’s library – with no books, and a large viewing pane along one side. The furniture is dark and masculine, and a young blonde immediately scurries over to take our coats.
“Gentlemen,” Maria nods. “The show will begin shortly. In the meantime, please let us know if we can be of service.”
Cade and I nod our thanks and Maria leaves. Meanwhile, I look around as we’re led to a comfortable sitting area with low-slung brown couches. Drinks appear out of nowhere, and clusters of well-dressed men stand in small groups, chatting while we wait for the main attraction to begin. I nod at one who looks somewhat familiar, but then again, I’ve been in New York City a long time now. I know a lot of people, and a lot of people know me.
