Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

I know what this says, Doctor Vishwanathan said, holding up her tablet upon which Evie's medical and psychiatric records were displayed, But how do you feel, Evie? Doctor Vishwanathan, Dr. V to her patients, looked at the young woman clad in a disposable paper gown who sat on the edge of the exam table. To her eyes Evie seemed healthy, no more uncomfortable or self-conscious than anyone who was in an exam room felt, and certainly did not display any signs of psychological trauma. Dr. V's assessment was echoed in the digital records she'd gone through the night before. I've worked out the demons, Evie replied without any sense of self pity or remorse. I'm off meds and I'm not having any mood swings or crashes. Sleeping just fine. And the cough? Dr. V. asked as she placed a stethoscope on the younger woman's chest and then back. Evie had worked herself into exhaustion with her last client and her immune system had all but shut down, leading to a nasty case of bronchitis and then pneumonia that had landed Evie in the hospital for a week. Fortunately her health insurance was able to cover most of the stay and Evie dipped into her savings for the remainder. It only comes if I spend too much time spinning or jogging. I've really cut back and I've got the inhaler you prescribed. Your lungs sound clear enough, the doctor declared after moving the stethoscope around to Evie's back and demanding deep breaths. Finish the antibiotics and no alcohol. Dr. Vishwanathan looked at her pad and scrolled a few items off the top and into the ether before setting it aside. Okay, lie back please and put your feet in the stirrups. You- May feel a little pressure and something cold? Evie interrupted with a grin, already spreading her legs and working them into the awkward but supportive stirrups of the exam table. Don't be sassy, Dr. V. grumped but without any force to it. And you're sure you're ready to go back to work? Yes, Doctor. Ready and willing. Hire Me, she joked, referencing the internet based service she was listed with. Hire Me. An internet based company with a constantly shifting set of shell corporations chartered out of countries of convenience. Hire Me was an escort service, a very high end one and supplied only girls to their clients. The girls abided by a strict code of confidentiality, backed up by the company's lawyers, and to date no client had ever been exposed or any of their personal interactions released. A client could engage the services of a Hire Me girl and never have to worry. A Hire Me girl could, and would, offer up any fantasy the client desired at any level of acquiescence or resistance to fit the client's needs. Hire Me even offered refunds of the client's fees if they weren't completely satisfied. Hire Me offered the ultimate in an escort. If they could afford it. Hire Me wasn't cheap, it wasn't even expensive, it was select and if you had to ask what that meant you couldn't afford a Hire Me girl. Less than an hour later the exam was over and Evie was back in her apartment. It was cozy, a nice way of saying tiny, but she'd used her earnings to decorate it in a light and airy fashion and she adored her bed built into the wall. Soft natural light filled the apartment from the south facing windows. She lived alone, no pets, knew her neighbors but wasn't social with them, and they all thought she worked as a site based installation supervisor for an industrial interior design company. It helped explain her long absences without worry, a nice fiction for a Hire Me girl. After changing into a moonlight lace cami top and matching trousers from La Perla, Evie liked to be comfortable at home, she was on the love seat with her feet on the cushion in front of her and holding a big stuffed throw pillow against her tummy while channel surfing. There was so much to catch up on! Teen Mom, Chrisley Knows Best, and of course The Voice. Working a contract didn't allow her to keep up with her trashy TV but that's why they called it binge watching. Just as Maci was about to talk about Maverick, her second son with Taylor, Evie's phone rang. Hire Me showed on the caller ID. Hello, this is Evie, she said smoothly, even though her pulse was speeding up. It always did when she got a call informing her there was a potential new client for her to consider. She'd never said no and doubted this time would be any different. Evie, we have a new client for you. You'll meet them tom...