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out as a sex object. I had to keep in mind that I was doing this to pay Luke back, and for my loving Aunt Elsie. This wasn't me, but it was a short term solution to a very big problem.
    I had to admit that I could never have done this by myself. I never ever would have even dreamed about it. My career compass just didn't point in this direction. Jax was definitely hand-holding me throughout this, and if anything went wrong, she was going to get a stern word from me once this was over.
    " Would you like to see how we operate?" Annalise asked me, her eyes turning kind and less critical.
    " Yes please."
    She laughed . "McKenna, you look exactly like all the other women who come to me for the first time. Scared out of their wits, and questioning whether or not they can actually do this." She sighed. "Well trust me, my dear, I have transformed even the most reclusive women into beautiful, poised peacocks. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."
    I gave her a wobbly smile , and nodded. "I guess I don't want to lead you to thinking I'm fully committing to this as a career," I said clearing my throat. "This is only a short term thing for me. I'm in a bit of a financial bind that I need to get out of and Jax thought that this would be a good solution."
    " You're in good hands," Jax commented as she stood. "Trust me."
    Annalise clasped my hands within hers . "This is an established corporation with a very elite reputation. You will never have to do anything you don't want to. I have many women who work for me, some who have for years. This agency is nothing like working a street corner in the USA. This is a professional establishment."
    I swallowed , nervous, yet somewhat comforted by her words. "Okay."
    " Now, come with me. I'll show you the place, and if at the end of the tour you still don't think you want to work for me, we can shake hands and you don't need to feel any obligation."
    I looked at Jax , who in return winked at me. We followed Annalise out of the office. "This is the call centre part of the operation." She gestured out at the sea of desks. "My staff should be arriving shortly to start work for the day. We operate from 2pm through to 8am the next morning, seven days a week." She smiled. "Some clientele like company during the day of course, so we do have a skeleton staff on during the other hours." She sighed. "Half the call centre are dedicated to responding to client calls, and the other half responds to staff calls – whether they need a taxi, or if they just want to have a chat while waiting for their clients to arrive."
    She turned , and walked down the hallway. "Down here we have our medical facility." She paused at a door. "All of our women have complete check-ups each week, and are monitored very closely. In today's environment, you just don't know what's out there – so we make sure all those working for us are in optimum health."
    Yikes.
    She opened the door to a sparse and sterile looking space, with a few comfortable looking chairs scatted about and a stack of magazines. A couple of doors led off the waiting area. "Through each door is a doctor's office. We have two female practitioners, and one male." She opened a door, and I peeked around, doing a quick scan of the room, before she closed it again.
    " That's a lot of doctors," I commented.
    Annalise smiled. "Yes. I have forty escorts who service our clientele, and with all the check-ups it's much cheaper to have our own doctors on staff. That way if anything happens it can be picked up immediately."
    I had to admit , it all seemed incredibly professional.
    We trailed after Annalise as she stepped back out of the medical area . "Down here is wardrobe and makeup." She turned to me as she walked. "If you like dressing up, you'll love this."
    Dressing up? Was she kidding me? I didn't know how to respond. I would much rather slop around in my comfy clothes than actually get dressed up. Yes, I liked to see beautiful women on the pages of magazines, but if