Getting A Future

Lisa looked on it as a public service,  her way of making the country just that little bit better and happier, and getting ‘her girls’ a future of sorts.

The escort agency she had started had struggled to keep her in the style she wanted, and there was a lack of ladies willing to put up with the irregular hours, the often boring men,  and the expectation that ‘extras’ were, in fact, not extra at all but expected.

Driving along one day she had seen a hitch-hiker and an idea formed. There were processes and treatments that could supply her with just the type of women she needed, and there must be hundreds, if not thousands of men out there who would jump at the chance of a bit of hospitality and a comfortable bed for a while. Men with no ties, no family and no future prospects. Well, Lisa would help them out. She would clean and clothe them, make them presentable, take them off the streets and give some reason to their existence.

 Many jumped at the chance, and those that she thought showed promise were invited to join a training program designed specifically for the ‘hospitality trade’.  Lisa couldn’t believe the trouble most of them had accepting they had a role to play in society – after all she was doing for them! – but Lisa wasn’t grumbling. She had learnt that those that fought hardest also became her most eager students eventually.

Lance here had been addicted to drugs and had lost everything. He was still into drugs – though of a different variety, and now Lisa was working on giving him a new addiction. 

Oh yes, Lance showed promise. Lisa wondered idly about his new name while the training continued....