Reskin sat back in a large red leather chair, taking a long drag on his cigar.  With a scowl on his face, he picked up his glass of scotch and waved for the next interview.  The last dame had been horrible.  She may be desperate for a job, but she was barking up the wrong tree if she expected him to provide her with the “package”. 

These interviews were part of a business plan that Reskin had approved by the Family.  Reskin would be starting his new business near downtown New York, using a small refurbished apartment complex to provide entertainment for the locals.  The refurbished building was three stories tall with the bottom floor having been gutted and opened up to include a bar and a meet and greet area for the women and their clients.  The windows had been blacked out, numerous high back couches had been added, spaced out between partitions to provide a certain level of privacy.  The first floor also included a sparsely equipped kitchen and a plain dining room which would provide the women with their daily meals.  Reskin planned to upgrade the kitchen and expand to serve the patrons, at a steep profit. 

From the center of the first floor, a wide set of stairs lead to the second floor.  This floor had individual rooms, ornately and seductively decorated and assigned to each of the women.  They were responsible for the upkeep of the room and highly recommended by Reskin that they provide an atmosphere that would make them stand out to the client.  There were a total of twenty rooms, but only ten were currently ready due to budget limitations.

At the back corner of the second floor was another, private stairway that provided access to not only to an outside entrance, but also up to the third floor and Reskin’s private quarters.  Right now, it wasn’t much more than a storage location for construction materials with one isolated corner that had a cot, dresser, and wash basin for cleaning up.  Reskin also had big plans for his third floor renovation, but that would require the business to get off the ground, and that would require women.

Reskin would not accept just any woman into his private world.  If she was to be offered a package of a place to stay, meals, and a very modest salary, he wanted to make sure it was a sound investment.  While everyone wanted to see a pretty face and a shapely body, what Reskin was looking for was a confident swagger.  A woman that knew her role, and wasn’t going to take “NO” for an answer until she had removed every dollar from her client.

The last woman, while attractive in the face, absolutely lacked the attribute Reskin most desired.  She had walked in and kept her eyes on the ground, expect for a few times he would see her glance up to make sure he was still sitting there.  He had remained patient, waiting and watching as the uncomfortable silence made the woman fidget and shift uneasily under his gaze.  After a couple of minutes, he finally stated bluntly “How in the hell are you going to seduce a man when you’re constantly looking at the ground?” 

The blunt statement seemed to wake her up and as she raised her head, she began to glance around the room, eyes darting to all of the shadowed areas, acting as if she were the prey, about to be pounced upon.  Finally, she stammered “Well, I….um…I’ve never…” 

Before she continued any farther, Reskin cut her off and said “Look Dame, this isn’t the job for you.  Time for you to leave”.

“But I need a job really badly and……” came a pleading voice.

With a cold voice, Reskin cut her off once again “I’m not a charity.  You want charity, go to the church.  I’m running a business and I’m not interested.  Get out of my sight!”

With a sob and broken down from the blunt rejection, the woman turned and ran toward the door.  As she approached, she let out a muffled screech as a man stepped from the shadows and opened the door for her.  As the door closed, the man from the shadows said “I wouldn’t screw her with your dick boss!”, followed by a chuckle.

Reskin just shook his head and raised his hand, giving the shadow man the finger in acknowledgement before taking another sip of his scotch.  This was going to be a long day were his thoughts as the door opened and the next woman entered.

Reskin watched as a very petite woman stepped through the doorway and proceeded directly toward the single chair in front of him.  She walked with confidence, chin held high and with a brisk gate in her step.  But she was so petite, he was instantly on guard.

As she stepped from the shadows into the light in front of his seated position, he looked upon a girl, not a woman.  While she had the confidence that he desired in his women, this girl had no idea what type of life she was getting herself into and doubted that she was of age.  He had specifically listed a minimum age requirement of 21 and he was willing to bet she was nowhere close to that age.

Again, he waited in silence as he watched to see how she would react.  She remained completely still, staring directly back into his eyes, undetoured by the situation or his rank.  This girl would be a force to be reckoned with in the future, once she had a little more experience under her belt.

Finally, in a calm tone, Reskin said "How old are you, Lass?"

"I'm 21" came a quick, practiced reply.

"Tell me your favorite sexual position?" came a blunt question that he would never normally ask, but Reskin wanted to take her off her game.

Stammering, she replied "Well, I guess.."

Before she could continue, Reskin in a firm, cold voice said "Quick, what year were you born?"

Caught off guard, the girl blurted out "Nineteen twenty......I mean, Nineteen......." Reskin could see the girl struggling to do the math in her head, caught off guard with the question.

Holding up his hands, Reskin gently said "ENOUGH.  Look Lass, you're too young to get into this profession.  And I'm not going to play games with you.  There is no way I will ever believe you're past the age of about 16.  Nice try, but no dice."

Looking toward the door, Reskin said "Dominic, please see this lady to the door".

Sitting back in his chair and watching the petite frame walking away next to the hulking figure of Dominic, he thought We are not going to have "Daddy" type relationships in my establishment.