The Billionaire Escort

The Accidental Click

Chapter Two – The Accidental Click

Friday came round, not quickly, but it was here anyway, and I had the kids all packed up and waiting for their grandfather to arrive, Tim arrived in good time, and was happily telling me all about Lexi and Alex and their kids, not that I minded much, she never did leave him, and I am unsure if she actually had that affair or not, but who am I to judge.

I kissed and hugged my little ones, telling them I loved them, then popped them into the car seats ready for their journey south.

“Is Cameron going to bother with them this week?” I asked, after closing the car door so the little ears could not hear, I wanted to avoid slagging off their father in front of them, did I always succeed, hell no, but I did try.

“No, Sally is fuming with him, but they will have fun with us Helena, see you in a week” He smiled at me.

Sally was Cameron’s mother, she loved all her grandchildren, and was disappointed at her sons lack of enthusiasm to spend time with them, still there was nothing I could do about it, he had his life we had ours, and I had enough love for them, they were my world.

“Text me when you get there please” I said, and Tim nodded, he knew the drill, I would worry myself stupid for the next hour until the kids arrived at his home in safety.  I stood and waved, as they disappeared down the street, then headed back into my small but adequate council provided home.

I grabbed my purse and bag and headed off to the bus stop to go shopping, and I was feeling a little excited, I have to admit, it had been so long since I shopped for myself.

 I had looked again at that website, I must own up, it was tempting me, really tempting me, but £100, I need so much stuff and money to spend Saturday I could not afford it, even if I am contemplating this, s**t, I am one desperate single biatch, and need to get myself in hand, this is ridiculous! I am a sad, sad woman!

I arrived in Town, and headed to the local department store, and was very pleased to see there was a sale on! Now how is that for a stroke of good luck, I went to the make up counter, buying everything I need, total cost £45.  My hairstyle tomorrow was £35, and using £60 for spends on the night, hey may as well have plenty of Bacardi to drown out the sounds of the pity boyfriend comments, that left me £260 for a dress and some nice undies and shoes  I headed up the escalator, to the clothing department, and as I reached the top, I stopped in my tracks, the dress in front of me was stunning, it was Red lace flowers over a black under slip, it reached to the knees, with a V neck, and was slim line, it had been £160 but had 75% off, so now only £40!   I grabbed it, feeling really excited I headed to the changing rooms.

I am just 5 ft 5, a proverbial short arse, and even though I have two kids I am still very slim, my only body worries were two areas, My non existing bum, my only curves being top loaded, and my small mummy tummy, but other than that I had long slim legs, which perfectly suited the slim fitting dress.  As I pulled it on, it fit like a glove, and the fabric expertly hid the mummy tummy, the low back also made it look like I had an arse! Yes, for once I felt pretty and nice, so I quickly changed back into my leggings that as of this morning, had a bleach mark on the leg, given I had splash back when bleaching the toilet, and headed over to the lingerie department.

I picked up a couple of nice matching sets, go me, matching bra and knickers, yeah that had not happened in a long time, but here we were, a black lace set and a red lace set, hey they were buy one get one free so why not! Then headed for shoes, I found a mid heel black shoe that would look good, but also not a waste I could wear them if I ever get a job. I did not want to attempt the full 6 inch stiletto’s, walking in them was an artform I had lost long ago! and there I was all set, heading to the counter to pay, I passed the perfume section, and instinctively grabbed a bottle of Chanel no 5, just the smallest bottle but, hey it was something I never had, so why not.  I had lost count of how much I had spent now, and was dreading the cashier telling me, in case I had to put something back, Thankfully, it came to only £159.70 in total Dam this sale is good!  

I headed back home with my purchases, checking my mobile, to find Tim had text and the kids were fine, and happy, playing with their cousins and Uncle Alex.

I was feeling happy, really happy, as I hung my perfect dress away, still not quite believing I had that, although other than this dam party I never would go anywhere to wear it again, but hey, I still owned it!

Once finished, I made a sandwich, and slumped down on the sofa, however, my mind wandered back to the party, back to the comments I knew I would receive, and the happiness I had felt was replaced with dread and wanting to stay home.

Finishing my sandwich, I decided to look at how much I had actually spent today,  and what I would need, for hair and spends,  so reached for the laptop and started to input the details into an Excel spreadsheet.  As I did so, the screen popped up again, the same website taunting me, I sighed and closed it, continuing my task, but the dam thing was persistent as no sooner did I click off it, it reappeared, like a red rag to a bull.

After the third time of shutting, it down, I shouted, “OKAY if I have 100 quid left over,  I will hire a dam boyfriend for the night!” I laughed at myself as I shouted it, it was getting beyond stupid.

However, the pop up stopped, and I continued to enter my purchases, after taking into account the money for my hair, and spends for the night, I auto summed the column and I was left with £101.83, I sat open mouthed, when again the pop up arrived, as if to torment me.

I sat hovering my mouse over the site, could I do this, should I do this, would I be in danger, am I a sad act, would they think I was paying for s*x, before I knew what I was doing, a form popped up, Gingerly I filled it out, my name, telephone number, place to be picked up, and reason why I was using their service.  I filled it in, explaining my predicament, being sarcastic, not really thinking I would ever send it, then hesitantly entered my card details, and hovered over the icon that said “Just one more Click”

This is stupid, sad and pathetic, I am not doing this! and I could have my card details cloned, pulling myself together I jerked my hand away from the mouse, but in my haste, I had clicked on the dam thing, and suddenly a confirmation email arrived in my inbox. AGHGHGHGHGH!!!!!!!

I had booked for one night Rent a Date and Elliot would be my escort for the evening. He would pick me up at 7 PM tomorrow night, from my home, his car a Black BMW, and they gave me the reg number, s**t the BED What had I done!

Coles Point of View

I am slumped down in my chair, in the main office, finally I was CEO of the company Masters Group, my father handed over the reigns a few months ago, deeming that at 32 I had grown up enough to take the helm. But since doing so, I had never been so busy in all my life. 

I had a crazy idea, that I would work undercover for each of the companies that are within the group, to get and Idea of how each of the individual companies are ran, what the staff think of their jobs, where we could improve customer service, and how we could make our employees lives better.  I had started with the chain of bakery’s, working behind the counter, and what I found was a fully dedicated team, who were understaffed and underpaid, I helped for two weeks, before leaving with the information I needed.  I wanted to crunch numbers, something I was actually good at, and look at if we can offset the pay increase those guys truly deserve and increase the staff, with more sales, as que’s were always down the street when the fresh bread arrived on the shelves, I was still trying to figure it out, and working out the costs this was one company who were going to benefit from my sting operation.  Others not so much, and they were the cause of my constant nagging headache. Suddenly my email pinged

 Oh great! Another job, because for the last week I was an escort, yeah, my father in his infinite wisdom had opened up a male escort agency, aimed at single ladies stuck for dates for events.  I had been there just over a week, and well all I can say, is it is not as easy as it looks, fighting off the advances and offers of extra money from the older lady looking more for a good time in the bedroom,  than what the company provides, and having to explain we do not offer that type of service was more than a little tiering and humiliating.

However, it had brought into light the fact that one of the managers who look after the operation had their own side business of “Extras” going on and had offered me the unique chance to earn extra money on the side.

 It was laughable, given I am a billionaire, and do not like this little business at all, and for the life of me could not understand why my father had opened it!  but for that manager to make it a male brothel, was even worse!  once the big reveal happens, he will be removed, instantly, along with the men who took part in such activities. I really wanted to shut the company down, but it was as they say a nice little earner.

I looked at the email it was for tomorrow night, the only good thing about operating undercover for this company was the fact that it was mainly night work, or weekends for weddings and the like, which meant I could still be in the office doing the “Day” job of running the whole group of companies!

Opening it I read the information the client had sent over, her name was Helena, she was 27, a single mother, and in her notes, she had put, fed up with being the sad single lady who everyone feels sorry for, so becoming even sadder by hiring a pretend boyfriend to shut the judgmental t***s up for once, oh and no funny business, I may be desperate, but not that desperate,

It made me chuckle and wonder if she had actually meant to write all that, maybe this fake date would not be as painful as the last few, where I had to avoid the clutches of cougars desperate for me to do the funny business Helena was referring to.  Smiling I entered her details and phone number into my phone and continued my work.

“Zara, did you get me that file?” I shouted through to my PA, she was 45, normally efficient, very well, maintained smart lady, but was overworked given I had taken on so much, she needed help, but was refusing feeling that it was a slight on her professional skills. Plus, she was single, and well seemed to like having her boss man to herself if I am honest! Not to sound proud or conceited, but being rich young and good looking, well according to my Mum anyway, having female attention and jealousy around me was not uncommon.

“Doing it now!” Zara shouted through which meant she had still not got it, probably had forgot, due to the amount of work she had, like it or not, she was going to get some help! At the end of the day it is my group of companies, and pride had no place when efficiency is being compromised.  

After another few gruelling hours of work and spreadsheets, I left for the evening, going to pick up a 67 year old grandmother called Scarlet, who needed a date to show off in front of her Ex husband who apparently traded her in for a younger model six months ago.

It is now, 2 am and I finally climbed into bed, and Scarlet was not your harmless granny, oh God no! she had spent most of the night trying to grab my nads, and placing gross sloppy kissed on my cheeks, and whispering sweet nothings that were far from sweet into my poor ears! The woman was shameless and even grabbed my ass during a polite slow dance! That is it!  I am done, and not going to do anymore of these, that company is getting dam well closed down!