Free Ménage for the Night by C. J. Fallowfield, Book Cover By Design, Karen J

facility like yours, where I’ll transfer
over the client files you suggest. Are you retiring?’ he asked, sounding
surprised.
    ‘Retiring?’ I laughed. ‘No, just trying not to overload
myself that’s all.’ I shook my head and beckoned with my two forefingers as
Trey appeared, with a towel around his waist and pointed his thumb back towards
the bedroom, obviously worried he was intruding on my call.
    ‘Very well. I’ll make a start today on your requirements and
just send me an email with a list when you’re ready to relinquish some of your
contacts,’ Ian confirmed.
    ‘Excellent, thank you. I want updates as soon as you have
them on each area please.’
    ‘Not a problem,’ he replied. ‘If you check your email, the
information you asked me for last night is there.’
    ‘Thank you, Ian. As ever, you never cease to amaze me.’
    ‘Anytime,’ he chuckled as we hung up.
    ‘Everything ok?’ Trey asked, as he sat opposite me.
    ‘Perfect. I’ve ordered you a full English with extra
sausage, bacon and toast. Is Ava still asleep?’
    ‘She is. I think we wore her out,’ he grinned. ‘Count me in
for any repeat performances.’
    ‘How’s your client list looking currently?’
    ‘Pretty decent in terms of volume, a bit lacking in terms of
quality,’ he shrugged.
    ‘I may be able to help you out on that front. My client list
is currently too large and too demanding of my time. I’d be prepared to release
some to you, if they were agreeable.’
    ‘Seriously?’ Trey looked at me amazed.
    ‘I’d propose that I first let you see their photographs, no
names, and a list of the fantasies they requested that have been completed to
date. If you feel you can work with them, I’ll forward your photograph to them
and advise them that I’m no longer available, but I’m recommending you as my
replacement. If they confirm this is acceptable, I can arrange to transfer over
the files to you on a number of conditions.’
    ‘Name them,’ Trey shot back, as he sat forward in his chair
with his elbows on his knees.
    ‘You continue to use Ian Smith for all vetting and
background information. He’s not cheap, but he’s the best in the business and
you’ll more than cover his fees with the type of clientele that I’ll be giving
you.’
    ‘That’s fair.’
    ‘You treat my clients as if they were still mine, that means
going above and beyond. No cutting corners, they pay top whack, they expect the
best. Luxury accommodations, expensive lingerie and accessories and for you to
dress in custom made suits, not these off the rack ones you’ve been wearing. I’ll
put you in touch with my tailor. These are women of means and your fee will
more than cover your costs and leave plenty for your commission. I’ll work with
you on planning and costing the first five bookings for each of them, to ensure
you’re working to my high standards. Recommending you reflects on me and I
won’t have my reputation tarnished, if you’re not meeting the standards I’ve
already set. I’ll expect a seventy-five percent cut of the commission for those
first three bookings, fifty percent for the fourth, twenty five percent for the
fifth and then you’re on your own and the profit is entirely yours. At that
point you’ll have full ownership of that client moving forwards. These terms
are non-negotiable. I’ve spent five years working my arse off to secure this
calibre of clientele and I’m not giving them away for free. Any questions or
objections?’
    ‘Holy shit man. I can’t believe you’re doing this for me.
Are you for real?’
    ‘I’m for real,’ I smiled, pleased at his enthusiasm.
    ‘Are you dying or something?’ he asked, looking concerned
and I laughed, a deep chesty guffaw of laughter at his serious tone.
    ‘No. I’m just re-prioritising and can afford to shed some
clients. We’ve worked together a number of times, so I know that your stamina
and technique aren’t lacking, neither is your enthusiasm. You still