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Ten Rules for a Call Girl: An eShort Story
Ten Rules for a Call Girl: An eShort Story
Ten Rules for a Call Girl: An eShort Story
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From former federal sex-crimes prosecutor Allison Leotta, an eShort story about the secret life of Washington, D.C.’s highest-paid escorts.


Beautiful Georgetown undergrad Caroline McBride almost has it all—a loving fiancée, a promising academic career, and a college life of fabulous parties—but she can't afford it. When her father becomes ill, plunging her family into debt, she reluctantly agrees to meet Madeleine, the madam of a high-end escort service. Catering to the most powerful men in D.C., Caroline can make more money in one night than in a month at her part-time college job. And no one has to know. All she has to do is follow the madam’s ten simple rules.

A riveting story of D.C.’s red-light underworld and the life of a modern courtesan, Ten Rules for a Call Girl is fascinating and addictive. Includes an excerpt from Allison Leotta’s new novel, Discretion!
LanguageEnglish
PublisherTouchstone
Release dateJun 5, 2012
ISBN9781451699043
Ten Rules for a Call Girl: An eShort Story
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Allison Leotta

Allison Leotta was a federal sex-crimes prosecutor in Washington, DC, for twelve years. In 2011, she left the Justice Department to pursue writing full time. She is the acclaimed author of Law of Attraction, Discretion, Speak of the Devil, A Good Killing, and The Last Good Girl and founder of the award-winning blog, The Prime-Time Crime Review. Leotta lives with her husband, Michael, and their two sons outside of Washington, DC. Visit her online at AllisonLeotta.com.

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    Ten Rules for a Call Girl

    An eShort Story

    Allison Leotta

    A Touchstone Book

    Published by Simon & Schuster

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    Wanna make some big money tonight?

    Caroline looked up from her history textbook. Nicole stood next to the desk, wearing the cheeky grin that meant she was planning something fabulous or something twisted. Or both.

    You buying lottery tickets? Caroline feigned innocence.

    Nope—this is a sure thing. Nicole twirled a strand of long brown hair around a manicured finger. VIP at the Mayflower. He wants two girls. Madeleine thinks you’d be perfect.

    Caroline didn’t take that as a compliment. She gazed out her dorm window at Healy Hall surrounded by pink-blossomed trees. Georgetown’s historic gray castle radiated honor, commitment, integrity—everything Nicole mocked.

    What makes you think I’m that kind of girl? Caroline said.

    Come on, Nicole laughed, and sat on the bottom bunk. I know what you did last weekend.

    Caroline nodded. Fair enough.

    After months of Nicole’s lobbying, Caroline had finally gone with her to Madeleine’s house, an impeccable mansion in Kalorama, D.C. The three of them sat in the antiques-filled living room, drinking tea and eating fresh-cut strawberries, all so civilized. The madam had nodded approvingly at Caroline’s blond-haired, blue-eyed looks—but what really impressed her, she said, was Caroline’s easy conversation.

    Madeleine spoke with intelligence and passion about Discretion, her high-end escort agency. Caroline had been shocked to hear Madeleine’s Ten Rules—but the madam was so professional and composed, she made it all seem perfectly logical. She was a service provider in a service economy. And her service was extremely lucrative.

    She suggested Caroline simply give it a try with a nice man who was her tester. Just once. Keep an open mind, see how she liked it, if she was up for it. If not, no problem. No one would ever know. Oh, and she’d get five hundred dollars. The madam took five crisp hundred-dollar bills from a drawer and placed them, fan-shaped, in front of Caroline on the coffee table. It was only slightly less than what Luke made in a week. Plus it was tax-free.

    Caroline needed five hundred dollars. Badly. She slipped the money into her purse and went to the apartment of a pasty little man who seemed only slightly less nervous than she was herself. They engaged in a few minutes of stilted but friendly conversation and then some very standard sex. It had taken less than an hour. Afterward, she felt less guilty than she’d anticipated.

    The tester wrote a glowing review of their date on a website called TrickAdviser.com. Nicole described the site as a sleazy Consumer Reports for the sex trade. Apparently, it was a big deal in the industry—only the girls with the best ratings could command the highest prices. The tester gave her 10’s in both appearance and performance, which Nicole said was very unusual. After that review, Madeleine had been relentlessly trying to convince her to join Discretion.

    Caroline was tempted by the money. But she wasn’t sure she could follow all Ten Rules. And if she could… what kind of person would that make her?

    She could grapple with that question later. Tonight she wanted to focus on something much simpler and sweeter. Her fiancé was driving into town to take her out. He’d made reservations at Old Glory Bar-B-Que on M Street.

    Sorry. Caroline smiled at Nicole and shook her head. I’m having dinner with Luke tonight.

    When?

    Eight.

    We’ll be done by then.

    I’m sorry, Nicole, I just can’t do it tonight.

    You’ll get a thousand dollars, plus tip.

    A thousand dollars in one night! Caroline automatically did the math. How long would it take to make a thousand dollars in her part-time job at Georgetown Cupcake? At $8.25 an hour, twenty hours a week—it’d be six weeks. Holy crap, she could make in one night what she would make in half a semester. And skip 125 hours of hot ovens, greasy cake tins, and cranky tourists.

    It wasn’t

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