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she last saw him. A new suit – demure beige that looked cheerful for the season, but still serious enough for a man of his station – clung to his body in such a way that Monica stopped and wondered about what he kept beneath. Now? At a time like this?
    “Good afternoon. I hope I’m not interrupting your business… or is it a day off for you?”
    Wednesdays were an odd day for a visit, but they weren’t closed. The girls had their weekends on Monday and Tuesday unless otherwise arranged, but Monica stayed busy with books or work every day. “We are open, if that’s what you’re asking. We’re not used to having such guests at this time. Did you forget something the other day?”
    Henry stepped back, as if her words were a club smacking him in the chest. Did I offend? “No, no. Everything is fine. If I could talk with you privately?”
    Monica shooed away the onlookers and escorted Henry into the front salon, the very one he slept in the other night. He turned down a glass of anything and instead perched on the edge of a chair, large hands folded in his lap. Monica took a seat on the sofa across from him and asked once more what she could do for him.
    “I suppose I should get right to it,” he said. “I was wondering if you could give me a tour of your premises and perhaps introduce me to some of your girls.”
    That was it? Why did he come here unannounced for something like that? Nevertheless, Monica would not pry. She didn’t want to scare off a new, rich client. “I hadn’t realized you were into this sort of thing, Mr. Henry.”
    “Perhaps I have a long story or two of my own, Monica.”
    Now there was a surprise. Monica retained her demeanor, but inside her brain whirled with images of Mr. Henry Warren tying up a woman and whispering filth into her ear. Monica had these thoughts about most of her clients. She had to, in order to anticipate what they might like and what she could do to ensure their satisfaction so they would keep coming back and paying more. But this was the first time since opening her doors that she felt… aroused?... by the act. These effects Henry had on her were starting to get to her in ways she couldn’t afford.
    “Upfront I have to be blunt that we currently don’t have any girls available to a patron.” I really need to hire more. There were two bedrooms she could rent out to as many girls. They would have to be cleaned and stripped, and then redone to the girl’s tastes, but as their business grew so too must the house. “You can of course patron them on an even regular basis, but only if they are available. And you wouldn’t receive any of the bonuses.”
    “Bonuses? Do I even want to know?”
    He knew what she meant, and yet she must deflect. Sex happens with regular clients too, Mr. Warren. Completely at the girl’s discretion, but it wasn’t some sacred act confined to her primary business relationship.
    “Taking her out on dates, dominating her time, giving her gifts of a greater value than a thousand dollars… there are many bonuses, but a girl may only have one patron at a time. Plus, even if you can’t visit her for a while, you must still pay for the privilege. It’s a part of what makes up their primary incomes.” Some girls were saving up for their dreams. Others had debt they were paying off and they didn’t mind doing it this way. Others liked getting paid to whip and be whipped. Some are all three She thought of Sylvia.
    “I see,” Henry said with a curious smile. “You’re intriguing me more and more.”
    “I’m glad to hear it. We cater to a very discerning and particular crowd. It only seems right to intrigue them.”
    “Oh? Am I a part of this crowd?”
    Monica finally smiled in return. “I pegged you as a member from the moment you walked through that door the other night.”
    They stood and commenced the formal tour, Monica staying four paces in front of Henry as she showed him around the common areas on the first floor. “Of course