Over the years, the curator, I acquired a clear daily routine. Morning in the workplace began with a cup of coffee and viewing documents. Then there were business meetings, and after lunch - communication with the wards. New girls were rarely given to my care, so these events always broke my plans. And today, as soon as I took a cup of aromatic, scalding coffee and tuned in for a leisurely work with papers, Samon flew into the office with a hurricane.

- Good morning, Mr. Curator! - from the threshold he blurted out. - I was instructed to tell you that a new employee is at your disposal. The interview is scheduled for twelve hours.

I grimaced. Well, what kind of idiot appoints such activities for an hour before the lunch break? It is also completely impossible to work!

- Why only at noon? Was she not brought yet? - I asked displeased.

“No, she’s here in the evening,” my assistant answered. - Just the administrator of the institution decided to give you more time to study the case.

- How much time I need I decide myself. And ask the “administrator of the institution” to postpone the interview by ten. I think three hours before lunch is enough for us. I do not like to interrupt communication with new ones.

I specifically singled out the voice of a government phrase: “institution administrator”. The official name of our main brothel was not loved by anyone except himself. So, in addition to this, the post of the head had a dozen far less euphonious names.

“In general,” I continued, “Leave her business to me, and figure out the transfer of the interview.”

Samon confusedly nodded and, leaving a weighty folder on my desk, left the office.

Well, let's see who brought to us, and why they decided to give this cutie to me.

The answer to my question was found immediately, as soon as I opened the plastic cover.

From the photos I was watched by a pretty Latina, with good forms and long hair. That's it! Yes, it would be stupid to launch such a rarity in the "carousel". Ditch it quickly, but in the end we get little money. In my "elite regiment" it will turn out much better to earn!

So, we study the details.

Right up to the beginning of the interview I was sorting out thin plastic cards of documents. Several times returned to the photos. In the end, I had ideas for a couple of images for this beauty, but until I talk to her, I won’t be able to solve anything.

I glanced at my watch and started to go. Forcing subordinates to wait is good, but not to sacrifice for the sake of this with your own curiosity?

***

The conversation with the new one was bad. The girl answered all my questions. Always quickly, always briefly and completely indifferent. When I asked her to undress, she did not argue, but calmly took off all her clothes and folded the empty chair standing next to her. And, unlike most beginners, did not try to leave underwear. She did not even hesitate and did not think. Just after the blouse took off her bra and panties, as calmly as everything else. She did not sit back in the chair, obviously expecting a sequel to follow.

Poorly. No, the fact that it does not have to be broken is good. Less hassle. But her complete indifference to her own destiny is very bad. She resigned to what will happen to her, does not believe in the best and is not afraid of the worst. She does not care. So, you will not achieve active actions from it. And you will not be forced to give work not only the body, but also the soul. But you must! It is possible to lie on the “carousel” under the client with a piece of dull meat, but we need to work. Head and body! To work so that the client was not just satisfied, but dreamed of continuing, like a drug addict, about a dose!

Okay, let's try the old, time-honored method of “increasing motivation”.

“Mila, uh, Nancy,” I began, peering into the documents.- You seem to be very upset because of what happened to you. And you think that nothing depends on you anymore. Believe me, it is not.

- Do you know what happened to me? - For some reason, sharply asked the girl.

- Hmm ... - a strange question puzzled me. - As far as I can see, you hit the brothel!

I smiled, but Nancy didn't appreciate my joke.

“Believe me, you do not know what exactly HAPPENED,” the newcomer calmly replied. - A brothel after this is a minor nuisance. And yes, now I really don't care. Worse will not be.

“It will,” I said harshly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but believe me, it will be worse.” If you do not cooperate with us. Things can be much worse. Or better. If you think again and try.

“Don't I work with you?” - genuinely surprised Nancy. - I answer all your questions. You ordered to undress, and behold, I stand before you completely naked. Isn't that a collaboration? I guess what you mean. And quite ready for this. I will not resist.

- And try?

- What? - the girl seemed not to hear my question.

- And will you try? - I repeated.

Nancy did not answer. Having decided not to beat around the bush, I explained the situation to her:

- Our institution is not just a prison with forced sexual entertainment. Different clients come to us. And for them we have different girls. Some prettier, some more terrible. And they work in different ways. And the prices for them ... are different for you. But all you have to bring to the institution for a month not less than a certain amount. So consider yourself that it is better to serve ten clients a day, receive twenty to thirty loans per hour, or limit yourself to a few of the most affluent, get a couple of hundred from them and spend the rest of the time quietly. The main thing is that they like you, and you are in demand.

This alignment is clearly interested in the girl.

- Is that allowed? She asked.

- Can. Moreover, you are a beautiful woman, and I am sure that in this way we can earn more. But this will have to try. Just lie down and spread your legs will not work, no matter how beautiful you are. We have such a brothel floor. Some have given up on everything, including themselves. They simply relax and with each client count seconds to the end of his time, hoping to take a few minutes before the next one. But few people are interested in fucking the log. So we have to pass through the rabble. Those who do not care with anyone, just to be cheaper. You do not want so?

The girl shook her head. Well done, begins to understand. Gingerbread showed it's time to go to the whip.

- And we often have that new ones do not want to work. At all. They shout, resent, scrape and beat customers. For them, we have a special approach. First, we tie them to the beds so that they cannot resist, and give them to the most vile visitors.

For some reason, with these words, Nancy flinched. Did I remind her of something? Those are better!

“They have dirty, smelly strollers who have accumulated just a couple of coins.” Perverts who love to mock their partners and other human trash. You can’t take a lot of money from such clients - a couple of credits maximum. So they pay not for an hour, but for “contact” - came up, fucked, gave way to the next. Can you imagine what it is like to let hundreds of men pass through you in a day?

The girl frowned.

“Please, I don't need to tell this.” I `ve heard it before. And already said that I will not resist ...

She was silent for a moment and finished the thought:

- ... and I will try to please my clients, since my life depends so much on this.

- Good girl! - I praised her. - Do you know who else your life depends on? After all, customers are different - some of you ...