Reserve My Curves: Your Husband Chose Me

by B. M. Hardin

  “Okay, I will do it. But under one condition,” I said to her.

  “You’re not really in a situation to make any demands, but proceed,” Carmen said, standing up and walking towards me.

  “No married men. I don’t care if they request me as you said or whatever. I absolutely will not sleep with a married man,” I said to her.

  She smiled at me.

  “Honey, half of the time we don’t know what they have at home. We have a “don’t ask don’t tell” policy. That is unless they’re a governor or big time celebrity or something. We have a lot of those types of men as clients. And so of course we know all about their family lives. But when it comes to the real money makers, sometimes we hardly know anything about their personal lives. But I’ll try my best. You have morals. So, you have my word. But just so you know, married men usually pay the most,” she said, closing and locking her office door and then she reached for my hand.

  I was skeptical, but I took a deep breath and took it.

  We walked to the back of the office and she pressed firmly up against the wall.

  The wall opened up and I saw an elevator.

  Well, I’ll be…

  This bitch had a secret elevator behind a wall in her office and I was guessing that the elevator led up to the secret, hidden floor.

  We stepped on the elevator and I became extremely nervous as the doors closed and as we started to move.

  Only seconds later, the elevator doors opened and there it was.

  The thirteenth floor.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes.

  I mean it didn’t look a thing like the other twelve floors of the hotel.

  Sure, the hotel was nice, but it looked like any other hotel to me.

  But here, on the thirteenth floor, it was very elegant, to say the least.

  It was exquisitely decorated.

  It looked like the top floor of a mansion or the cover page of a magazine.

  It was definitely a sight to see and so were the women.

  Some of the maids on the floor, I’d never even seen before.

  Some of them were drop dead gorgeous and most of them were extremely fit.

  They looked like super models, well if you add an extra twenty-five pounds in all of the right places.

  But none of them were as shapely as I was and they definitely didn’t have anything near my curves; which made me feel extremely out of place.

  Most of the maids were topless, and only wore the bottom half of maid outfits; very sexy, risqué, bottom halves of maid outfits.

  Other maids didn’t have on maid outfits at all.

  They were completely naked except for diamonds, six-inch pumps, and maid headwear.

  At the sight of Carmen, all of the women smiled and disappeared into different rooms.

  I counted a total of eight ladies but I could only assume that there were more.

  Passing by the rooms, I saw that all of them ended in the number 13.

  Envy, you still have time to walk away from this.

  My heart was trying to talk me out of it all but my mind was curious.

  So despite that it was all a lot to take in and I was a tad bit sick to my stomach, I followed Carmen anyway.

  I was surprised at the fresh scent of flowers and other aromas in the air.

  Considering all of the bare ass that had been walking up and down the hallway, it smelled rather refreshing.

  Soon, Carmen and I entered a room.

  It looked like a lounge, and a boutique mixed together.

  There were maid uniforms of a few different colors; some were even leopard or zebra print.

  But it was mostly just the bottoms.

  There were either no tops or lace bras of the same color on the top half of the hangers.

  There were high priced shoes, with price tags still on to them.

  Gucci, Louis Vuitton, you name it, it was there.

  I saw different types of expensive fragrances, diamond earrings, along with whips, chains and handcuffs.

  There were also cleaning supplies, bottles of champagne and even expensive lace front wigs.

  All I could think to myself was…wow.

  “Everything that you see, you can use or have. We get a new shipment of the latest once a month. What’s here is what’s left from this month. If it’s your size or if you like it, you simply take it with you. You can have it,” Carmen said.

  Was she serious?

  All of this expensive stuff was free?

  Well, free might be putting a little too much on it.

  After all you were selling your ass and throwing away your morals and respect, so they might as well shower you with material things.

  We continued through the room and came to another hallway.

  As we headed down it, I saw bathrooms that looked as though they didn’t belong in hotels.

  One for the maids and one for the guests.

  Both were full of expensive tile, glass showers and big soaker tubs.

  Walking on, I even saw a small gym.

  And Carmen mentioned that there was also another hallway of rooms, which were the guest’s actual sleeping quarters.

  To be honest, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

  I’d worked at the bottom for two whole years.

  Never would I have imagined that all of this was taken place right above my head.

  In another room, there was a desk that Carmen took a seat behind.

  I sat down in front of her.

  Get up, and get out of here Envy. This is your last chance.

  My conscious started to kick in but I still didn’t move.

  I just sat there.

  After a while, Carmen handed me a stack of papers.

  “What’s this?” I asked her.

  “It’s an application---slash contract silly. I know you didn’t think that you wouldn’t have to sign a contract. And of course the application is to rehire you as a “maid”. Though you won’t be doing any regular maid duties; it’s just so that everything looks legit. And might I add that on top of what you receive up here, you’ll still get a paycheck as if you were cleaning up just like others downstairs. I told you this position comes with a lot of perks. So, you’re getting a regular paycheck though you aren’t a regular maid anymore. Well, I mean, you will be responsible for cleaning your room; but that’s it. You will still be on four days and off for three; just as you were before. The contract states that if you accept to become an executive maid, you are bound to the duties for at least one year. This means, you can’t walk away from it for a whole 365 days that you sign your name on the dotted line. If you do, you will owe all of the money that you made while on the thirteenth floor as well as returning all of the items you take or use from our monthly supply. If you have used it or worn the items, you are then responsible for the total value of the item. Doesn’t seem like we can do this considering the type of business that this is? Trust me, we can. You see, of course I’m not the head of this operation. No the head is a judge, a district attorney, a captain of a police station, as well as an attorney and a celebrity or two. Where do you think our clientele comes from? So, if you think of quitting, you will be bound by the contract and either you pay back every dime that you earned or you will have to deal with the consequences. And if you try to tell and bring down the operation, we keep a record of everything you do and all of the men that you screw. So remember that you could possibly face criminal charges as well. Prostitution is a crime. Not to mention that all our clients and executive maids will deny your claims. And I’m sure the police department will accidently lose your report anyway before it gets to that point, but I still have to tell you these things. Just so you have an idea of the type of “power” you are dealing with. There are some powerful people and names involved with this and trust me, you don’t want to cross them. Who knows, you could even end up…dead or something. I’m just keeping it real. So, I have to ask you Envy…are you sure?” Carmen said, extending a pen in my direction.

/>   She’d said a mouth full!

  She went on to explain how the process worked and how the clients ordered the woman that they wanted to entertain them while in town for business or whatever the reason was that they were staying at the hotel.

  She also explained how the payment process worked. Payments were made in all cash. The price was tailored to whatever service they ordered. It was similar to room service; except that ass was actually on the menu.

  As well as oral sex and other things that I’d never even heard of.

  But it all came with a price…a fairly expensive price.

  She said that the maids usually made half of what the client paid for the services and that whatever the client gave to the maid as a tip she was able to keep it in full.

  Carmen also stated that I would be assigned to a room. It would be my own personal room and the only room that I used to entertain.

  I would be responsible for cleaning it after each sexual encounter and she even suggested that I decorated it or set it up in a way that made the guests or clients a little more comfortable.

  She expressed that she would be the only other person, other than myself, with a room key and that on occasions, before I arrived at the hotel, there may be a client already waiting for me.

  My room would only be used for whatever they purchased. After we were done, the guest, or client, if he was staying overnight, would have a room just for sleeping on the other side of the floor.

  I sat in disbelief.

  It was so much to take in, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to do it.

  I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to have sex for money and for a whole year?

  That was just down right foolish!

  I mean, a year was entirely too long.

  It just didn’t seem practical.

  I’d planned just to get on my feet, but a whole year was asking for way too much.

  There was no telling how many dicks would have been in my Gina’s mouth, or even in my mouth for that matter.

  Oh hell no!

  This just isn’t for me.

  I knew deep down in my heart that this wasn’t the right thing for me to do.

  I could feel it in my gut. I could feel it in my bones.

  As soon as I thought about my health, it was as if Carmen had read my mind.

  She explained that a few doctors were on board as well and that the maids were tested once every month, and that the men had to have seen one of these particular doctors within a month, prior to coming to the hotel for services.

  But she also said that they required that all of the maids use protection but at the end of the day grown men and women were going to do what they wanted to do.

  It seemed as though they had it all figured out but I still didn’t think that this was the right move for a woman like me.

  I wasn’t this type of woman.

  But if I walked away right now, and if I didn’t find a job in the next week or so, my daughter, my pregnant sister, and I would soon be out on the street.

  I had to do something.

  This was my last resort.

  I tried to figure out what else I could do, but I didn’t have any other options.

  After about ten more minutes of listening to Carmen talk and trying to convince myself to walk away, I took the pen from her hand.

  I hesitated for a while but when a text message came to my phone from Tia stating that the water had been shut off, that was the last straw.

  Hurriedly, I signed my name on the dotted line.

  For the most part, I felt as though I’d just sold my soul to the Devil or something.

  I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to do this.

  I was still unsure as to whether or not I was actually going to be able to actually do it, but I had to do something.

  I was sure that this was going to be the longest year of my life but I had to do something to help my family.

  If Mama was looking down on me, she was surely frowning and shaking her head, but this was the hand that life had dealt me and this was a temporary fix to a temporary situation.

  I was going to save every dollar that I could and I was even going to enroll into school in the meantime so that I would never have to settle for something like this again.

  Yes, I could see this pushing me in the direction that I should have been going in a long time ago.

  After taking a semi-nude picture for the booty menu, and receiving my another regular maid uniform and name tag that I was supposed to wear into the hotel until I was on the thirteenth floor to change, Carmen lead me back to the secret elevator and back down to her regular office.

  Silently, I headed for the door but just as I turned the knob, Carmen called my name.

  “Oh, Envy, I almost forgot,” she said as she reached me an envelope from her file cabinet.

  “Here’s your key. You will be using Room 313. For a year, or however long you decide to be with us, this will be the only room that you use. Whatever you do in that room stays in that room. I’m sure you understand the importance of keeping your mouth closed. Our clients trust that things will always remain discreet; so that means, don’t say a word, to anyone, about anything you do on the thirteenth floor. Also, in here is your sign-on bonus,” she said and watched me open the envelope.

  “It’s $2,500. Enjoy your day Envy,” she said and turned her back to me.

  I headed out the door and I didn’t stop or even look up until I was out of the hotel and back out on the street

  Did all of that really just happen?

  Was I really about to become some kind of maid-whore?

  With my mind all over the place, I walked home slowly.

  The whole thing came with so many problems.

  I was already so uncomfortable being touched so I didn’t have a clue as to how I was going to get through it all.

  Carmen explained that I may not have to have sex with a random man every single day that I was so-called at work.

  It was only if I was ordered.

  But she did specify that I could be ordered multiple times a day, but no more than three times.

  Three different men in one day?

  Oh, I definitely wouldn’t be able to do that.

  I was hoping that most of the clients preferred the tooth-pick skinny girls more so than a woman with curves.

  Carmen had already mentioned that she was going to have to custom order some of the sexier bottoms to fit my hips, so it was obvious that curves weren’t the normal.

  Maybe being plus-sized in this situation was a good thing.

  Yeah, maybe I would rarely be ordered.

  The good thing was that either way I still got a paycheck.

  So, I still would have a little something coming in and that was more than having nothing coming in at all.

  My thoughts consumed me but no matter what I thought, I’d already signed the papers.

  But I haven’t spent the any of the money yet, or officially started so I could go back and give everything back and tell her I changed my mind.

  I would still be within the terms of the contract and I could just go on.

  I can’t do this.

  What was I thinking?

  Just as I’d made my decision, Carmen flew down the road, beeping her horn at me just as I was about to turn back around and head towards the hotel.

  You have got to be kidding me!

  Well, so much for that plan.

  I turned back around and continued to head towards my house instead.

  Arriving only a few minutes later, I checked the mail but I didn’t look through any of it right off, instead I just sat on the top step and just to think about everything that was about to happen.

  I wouldn’t be able to tell a soul, but that wouldn’t be all that difficult for me to do.

  This was another one of those things that I would have to take with me to my grave.

  I would tell Tia that I got my job back but that I was now the head m
aid or office manager so that she wouldn’t question me too much about the extra money.

  Since she was going to be around a lot more often, I would have to spend lightly, even if I had plenty.

  I didn’t plan on spending too much anyway since my primary goal was to save.

  As soon as my year was up, I was getting as far away from that place as I possibly could.

  I would never utter a single word about anything that I did or said in that place.

  Everything that I did in that hotel from this point on would be one big secret.

  I told myself that once I walked out of there, I would leave my regrets and shame behind me, and pretend as though none of it ever happened.

  That was the only way that I was going to mentally be able to get through this.

  That was the only way I was going to be able to face myself in the mirror every day.

  I took a deep breath and I pulled the envelope full of money and my room key from my purse just to look at it again.

  I hadn’t seen this much money in such a long time.

  I mean, Mama left behind a few thousands when she passed away but I hadn’t really handled the money then.

  When Keymar was alive he handled all of the money, all of the time and since he had been gone, I’d been lucky to see five hundred dollars at a time, let alone twenty-five hundred dollars.

  I placed the envelope of money back inside my purse and looked through the stack of bills.

  For the first time, ever, I didn’t feel depressed or overwhelmed.

  For the first time, ever, I wasn’t worried or scared of what might happen.

  For the first time, ever, I had more than enough money to cover them, all of them, and I had to admit…it felt damn good.

  Looking at the last envelope, my eyes became as big as golf balls as I noticed that it wasn’t a bill at all.

  I opened it in a hurry and shook my head.

  It was my unemployment…and I’d been approved.

  Really?

  On the day that I’d given in and decided to sale my soul and my body, my unemployment finally comes through?

  This is some straight bull!

  I looked at the amount and surprisingly I laughed aloud.

  What was I supposed to do with this?

  Sure, had it not been for the $2,500 of hush money sitting snuggly in my purse maybe I would have been a little more grateful.