Renting Ginny

The woman was stunning. Not in a model sort of way or a way in which most guys were hot for, but there was just something about her that caused me to be instantly attracted to her. Something about those eyes. Those eyes had a look of confidence and wisdom that appealed to me. Her face as a whole was lovely yet appeared to be slightly intimidating at the same time. I liked that in a woman, too. I didn’t like overly soft features that suggested a woman may be on the weak side, but I also didn’t like them to look mean and ugly either. This lady had just the right balance of prettiness and a don’t-mess-with-me look that would make a smaller woman like me feel safe. Her body was tall and slender and if we were both barefoot, I’d guess she’d be about five inches taller than me. “Listen up, ladies,” said Emmy. “This here is Anina and she would like to visit with whoever she chooses to interview as a potential housemate and that is willing to go with her.” Unfortunately for me, everyone in the room was willing to go home with Anina that night. After all, it was all just a job as far as most of us were concerned. But I really, really wanted this job! It wasn’t every day that I came face-to-face with an instant turn-on. It may make saying goodbye, in the end, a bit harder, but it would be worth the fun while it lasted. Job or not, didn’t most people prefer to have sex with those they were attracted to as opposed to those they weren’t? Then, almost as if she sensed my desperation and desire, her gaze met mine. My eyes locked with her hazel-gray ones. I felt a tremble and a stirring within me that I had yet to feel since I’d started working for Emmy. I smiled, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Anina pulled her gaze from mine and scanned the faces of the other ladies. Then her gaze met mine once again. “I think I’d like to talk to the lady by the window,” she said in an accent I couldn’t quite place. “Oh, that’s Ginny,” said Emmy. I could barely contain my excitement as I flashed a smile in Anina’s direction. “Ginny, would you like to chat with Miss Hahn here in the other room?” “Sure,” I said, following the women to one of the so-called meeting rooms. Emmy opened the door to one, flicked on the light, and gestured Anina and me inside. “Will this be okay?” she asked. “Yes, it’s fine,” Anina said with a polite smile. She left us alone to take a seat on the plush couch in the room. The “meeting” room was just a small room with a couch and a few chairs where the prospective clients could meet with the girls. “So,” said Anina with a smile as we took seats on the couch, “how are you tonight?” “I’m fine,” I told her, trying not to appear nervous. “Been here long?” “No, not really. Just a few months.” “You like it?” I shrugged. “It has its interesting moments and I like the money. It’s good pay. Not great, but good.” Anina studied me, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips, making me blush. “I can’t deny you’re the best-looking client I’ve met so far,” I dared say. Anina smiled wider. “Oh, good. I’m glad to hear that. I saw your picture online.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, I went through several profiles. Your picture and your profile really called out to me. I like that you’re a lesbian since I am as well.” “That’s nice to know,” I said. “I can’t make out that accent. It doesn’t quite sound British.” “It’s German. I’m from Germany,” Anina told me. “Wow. You’re a long way from home,” I said. “Munich is far away, alright.” Anina brushed a lock of her long, light brown hair from her face. “So, would you be up to being my guest for a week at least?” “Sure,” I said, trying not to sound too eager. “I thought we could start with a week, and then we’ll see what happens from there.” “Okay,” I said, standing up when she did. “I’ll tell you up front, though, that as gorgeous as you may be, I’m very picky.” I wasn’t sure whether or not I should ask what she meant by that. “I’ve got a specific way of living that I’m used to and that I like.” “Okay,” I said again. “Part of this means that I’m usually rather particular when it comes to intimate relations.” I wasn’t sure what this meant either. I only hoped she’d read and agree with the things I stated in my profile, which I would and would not agree to do. “How do you feel about older women, Ginny?” “I’ve always preferred them, actually.” “Have you?” I nodded. “Mind my asking your age?” “No,” Anina said, shaking her head. “I’m forty-two.” “Wow, you look great for forty-two.” “Danke, Ginny.” “I take it that’s thank you in German?” “That it is, sweetie,” Anina said, opening the door. We stepped out into the still dim but brighter entryway. A few girls were milling about, going up or down the stairs, heading in or out of the lounge and kitchen, and some were coming and going from the house altogether. “I’m going to go find Emmy,” said Anina. “Meanwhile, I guess you can go gather up your stuff and whatever you need to make yourself comfortable for the next week.” “I’ll get right on it,” I said with a smile and turned to head up the stairs. But I wasn’t so fast that I missed Anina’s suggestive wink. I restrained myself from taking the stairs two at a time, but once I reached the landing up top, I hightailed it to my room faster than fast to pack my stuff. The door was open as I approached it, and the room was brightly lit. “Hey, Daisy,” I said. “Hey,” she said as she crammed her belongings into an overnight bag. “I see you got a job, too,” I said with a smile. “Yeah, some Brazilian guy. He’s kind of cute.” “With me, it’s a German lady. And she’s more than kind of cute. She’s hot as hell,” I said, now unable to contain my excitement. “Oh, yeah?” Daisy said, smiling. “Oh, yeah,” I said with a dreamy smile of my own. “I never expected to be so in lust with any of the clients, but I was hooked the instant I saw her.” “Well, don’t get too hooked, girl.” “Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s just a job, and it’s just temporary. But at least I get to have fun doing my job for once instead of just going through the motions and that sort of thing.” “I hear you on that one,” Daisy said. “It’s just not the same with those who aren’t appealing.” I nodded. “Like the difference between wearing a dress in your favorite color and one in a boring color.” “So how long will you be wearing your favorite color?” “A week.” “Ooh.” “At least. She did say that after a week, we’d see what happened from there.” “Well, I hope you have loads of fun.” I suddenly realized that I’d been doing nothing but standing there gabbing in my excitement and hadn’t yet made a move to pack anything. “See you whenever,” Daisy said as she zipped her suitcase. “See you, Daisy,” I said. “Have fun.” “I’ll try,” she said, reminding me not to forget to lock the door even though nothing of value would be left behind, and then she was gone. I scurried to pack my belongings as fast as I could, and although I didn’t have much there at the house, it seemed to take forever. When I was done, I stepped back and scanned the room, making sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. When I was sure I had all I needed, I locked up and hurried downstairs. I expected Anina to be waiting for me, but a glance at Emmy’s closed office door told me they were still talking. I was just about to make myself comfortable in the lounge when the door opened up and out stepped Emmy, along with my newest – and definitely the hottest – playmate. “There she is,” said Emmy. “All set, honey?” “Sure am,” I said, eying the tall and gorgeous Anina. She was dressed in jeans and a dark silk blouse. She also wore dangling gold earrings and her makeup was perfectly applied. Anina thanked Emmy and then she and I made our way out in the warm summer evening. “Here, I’ll take that,” Anina said, taking my bags before I could say anything and leaving me with just my purse. “Thanks.” “The car’s just right over here.” She led me to her black Mercedes and placed my bags in the back seat, and then she opened the passenger door for me. The car was incredibly clean, comfortable and roomy. Once she pulled out onto the street, she asked, “Ever been dominated by a woman before? I mean, really dominated?” I frowned. What was really dominated? “Well… I… yeah, I guess you could say so,” I said, trying not to sound inexperienced and as if I lacked confidence in myself. “Ever posed for the camera?” “Yes, a few times.” Without taking her eyes off the road, I saw a smile form on Anina’s face. “Damn, I’m going to have such fun making you my submissive,” she said. I smiled too, but inside I was surprised to suddenly find myself feeling a bit nervous.