Violet Fire

My friend signed me up for a club called “Violet Fire” apparently it was some sort of casual sex club, almost like a brothel. He apparently knew someone that knew someone. His name was Franklin, by the way, but everyone called him Franky. Me? I’m Jefferson Daudsund, but they call me Jeff or Jeffie.
Anyway one night, a saturday night, Franky and I went out to ther “club house” it was a large old looking house in the middle of no where. The house looked Victorian, but that doesn’t really matter. There was a large sign in front of the building, a wooden sign that read: “Violet Fires” it was painted on in pink, red, and purple. There were a few lights around it, lights with purple and red colored gels on them. There was only one car outside the building, it looked like that pink car Elvis used to drive, I can’t remember, it’s a cadillac something or other… Anyway Franky and I made our way inside.
The house was lit with several scented candles, as you expect for someplace specializing in sex. Every table in the place has a white doilie on it, and the couches and chairs has skirts with ruffles. Mostly everything in the house was either pink or red, even the wood looked like red pine. The entrance had a desk, it looked more like a small hotel than a house. There was a clerk setting behind the desk, a woman, she looked about 30. She was wearing red slacks, a white blouse, and a red vest with gold buttons. Everything in this place was so tacky, even the woman, it gave the place a feel of the western saloons.
“Can I help you gentlemen?” the clerk behind the desk asked.
“Uh yea, I’m Franky, and this is Jeffie.” Franky said, pulling out his membership card, they had sent us in the mail the week previous. I did as Franky did and I pulled out my ID card aswell. The woman smiled and nodded at us, “Well what can I do for you today?” she pressed on.
“Well this is our first time here, and we’re not totally sure how everything works.” Franky explained. The woman grinned a little and spun around in her chair. “Wht kind of girls do you gentlemen like?” she asked, thumbing through few drawer directories. “Well I like ’em blond, with long legs, and… uh… busty.” he said at length. The clerk stopped suddently and pulled out a card from the drawer. She spun back around to us and handed Franky the card, “Like her?” the clerk asked. “Yea yea! She’s Perfect!” Franky said excitedly. The clerk spun back around and opened another drawer, and found the key corresponding to the card. “third floor, 5th room on the left.” she said after spinning back around and handing Franky the key. Franky handed her the card and walked off down the hallway, but not before winking at me with a huge grin on his face.
“What about you, Jeffie” she said, spinning back around, putting the card back in the drawer it originally was. “Well,” I started, “I would like for her to be brunette, petite, with a cute face, and bg eyes.” I said, wrinkling up my jacket in my hands. She spun back around and her fingers flew through another drawer directory. She stopped and snatched a card up. She turned around and handed it to me, looking me in the eye. My jaw dropped to the ground! the girl in the picture as exactly how I had imagined her in my head. On the card as a full body photo of a girl, brunette with large green eyes. It had her personal information to the side; her name was Ginger, she was 5’0″ and she had a lovely pear shape, only a size b cup, but she had a classic beauty about her. “She perfect.” I said excitedly, I couldn’t help but smile. I handed the card back to the clerk before she spun back around.