The Concierge

Introduction.

I feel I should introduce myself. My name isnt really that important. What is important is what I can do. Im simply known as the Concierge. Ive set my life up to help people with their kinks. Its not always what you know, but who. I can get most things or set up a senario just to peoples taste. All I need is time, and maybe a little cash to help.

But thats not why your here is it?

Lets set the scene.

Chapter one.

My business phone rang on my desk. This one was only given to people in need of my skill set. I always seemed to pause before answering. Just enough to give them a moment. I put on the slightly posh british accent I used for work. Think Jarvis, but slightly more forceful.

“Concierge office.”

The number wasnt one I recognised. A new client aparently. It was a womans voice, young, with just a hint of panic in it.

“Hi….i need….i want a…” She was panicing

“How can I help.”

“I got your number from a friend. She said you could help with….things”

“Im glad I could accommodate her. What can we do for you.”

“I want to set up a….session” She almost whispered the last word.

“As im sure your friend told you, nothing is arranged over the phone. I can set up a face to face meeting tomorrow at ten.”

“Where?”

“The cafe in the local town.