FICTION | PROMPT STORY
This Is The Moment Two Powerful Women Meet
When Victoria walked into Ebony’s office, something clicked between them
Ebony sat at the desk in her office at The Ivory Tower, a small smile playing around her lips. It had been quite the weekend, culminating in the masquerade ball on Saturday. Everyone wore spectacular lingerie, revealing as much as they felt comfortable with, but never taking the masks off.
Unlike the night Ebony spent time with the commander, during the ball, she was in her office most of the time. During the week prior, she had an interesting phone call, and it was that conversation which had her jotting down notes for Maizy— “just call me May”.
May had an amazing idea for a new club and needed some tips. Since Ebony had learned a lot in the months since she had taken over The Ivory Tower, she was more than willing to help the intriguing woman.
It was while she sat there, making a bullet point list for May, that a knock on her door disturbed her. Before she could answer, the door opened and a masked face appeared around it.
Without being invited, the woman entered.
“Miss Ebony,” she said. “Sorry to barge in like this. I just want to leave this with you.”
In her hand she held a manilla envelope. She hastened to the desk, put it on the table, and turned around to leave. Finally, Ebony overcame her surprise and found her voice.
“Wait!”
The woman stopped and glanced at Ebony.
“What is this about?” Ebony asked.
“I’m Victoria, and I want to work for you. All my information is in there.”
Victoria’s hand waved towards the envelope.
“Do you have any experience?” Ebony asked.
Victoria reached for her mask to take it off, but Ebony stopped her.
“Leave it on. And don’t answer my question. I will look at the contents of the envelope and get back to you next week.”
And that was the reason for Ebony’s smile.
She had just gone through Victoria’s portfolio for the first time. The woman had put it together with care, and the photos were amazing. There were many in there, but Ebony kept returning to the monochrome image showing Victoria naked on a chaise longue. She was on her front with her legs playfully up in the air, and looking back at the camera over her shoulder.
Ebony now knew what face hid behind the mask at the masquerade ball. A beautiful face — common, yet sexy. Kind eyes with a hint of mischief, and beautiful lips.
Even though she had been the owner of The Ivory Tower for months now, Ebony had still not taken on new escorts. She had a feeling that would soon change.
Not one to decide on a whim, Ebony closed Victoria’s portfolio. Together with the application letter and the resume, she pushed it back into the envelope and put it in the corner of her desk.
She opened her leather-cased notebook and read through the bullet points she had jotted down for Maizy — May. These sparked two more ideas. After a last check, she scrolled through the contacts on her phone to find the number she needed.
“May,” she said, “it’s Ebony.”
The moment the other woman spoke, Ebony once again warmed to the kindness in her voice. She wondered if the two of them could become friends.
But, business first.
She felt giddy after speaking to May. Not only did they talk business, but May invited her to dinner, to thank her for her help. Without even checking her calendar, Ebony had accepted.
Basking in her happiness and excitement, Ebony pushed back her chair, exited her office, and went to the small kitchen for a cup of tea.
Standing there, looking out of the window while she waited for the kettle to boil, she instantly decided to have her tea outside. With the steaming mug in one hand and a chocolate chip cookie in the other, she walked towards the swing chair under the big oak tree.
Over an hour later, Ebony was back in her office, drawn there by that manilla envelope. She browsed through Victoria’s photos again — slower this time.
Every photo had been taken with care. In some Victoria had a serious expression on her face, in others she flirted with the camera. There were photos where she had dressed up either as an elf, as a soldier, as a royal, and so much more.
The diversity of this sexy woman impressed Ebony just as much as the resume and the accompanying letter. She wondered if Victoria was as eloquent in her speech as she was in the letter.
Yes, she had spoken to her on Saturday, but the conversation was too short to know the answer to that question.
It took only moments for Ebony to set an appointment with Victoria for later in the week.
Victoria had on a revealing black dress and heeled sandals when she entered Ebony's office on Thursday morning. She looked like the girl next door and a high-flying escort at the same time.
The first ten minutes of the interview answered Ebony’s question — Victoria indeed was as eloquent in speech as in writing.
“I studied your resume,” Ebony said, “and saw you never worked for an escort agency before?”
Victoria nodded in answer.
“What is the reason for that?”
“After reading an article about a woman navigating the world of high-end escorts and all its dangers, I decided not to become part of it. I started my own escort business. Just me.”
Ebony nodded, but kept quiet, wanting Victoria to continue.
“I never planned to be part of a professional organization until I met a military man a few weeks ago. He gave no details, but mentioned a party at The Ivory Tower. He invited me to the masquerade ball on Saturday, which I accepted. Then, in the past weeks, I did some research, and that was when I knew I wanted to be part of your establishment.”
Victoria breathed in deep when she stopped talking. She sat with a straight back with her legs crossed at her ankles, confidence oozing from every pore.
“Why?”
For a moment, Victoria looked taken aback at Ebony’s question. She briefly furrowed her brows, then smiled.
“Because I share the values of The Ivory Tower — your values. I’m impressed with your discretion and your procedures to accept members, and I think you will show the same care for your girls, if I may call them that. Then I haven’t even mentioned how much I love the interior. The decor is amazing!”
“It’s all my aunt’s doing,” Ebony said quietly.
“Your aunt?” Victoria questioned.
“A story for another day,” Ebony said and stood up. Up to now, she had sat in a recliner across from Victoria, but now she took a place behind her desk. Her hands rested on a folder which had been there even before the other woman had entered her office.
Feeling comfortable with this moment, Ebony confided in her.
“I have taken no one on at The Ivory Tower. You will be the first. From the moment I saw your portfolio the first time, I knew I would offer you a position. Like you said — yes, I did my homework too — our values align.”
She picked up the folder and smiled at Victoria.
“In here is my offer and papers you need to complete if you decide to accept. Please take time to think about it, and come back to me no later than the end of the month. That gives you three weeks to…”
“I…” Victoria said, then blushed. “Sorry for interrupting you, Miss Ebony, but I don’t have to think about it. I want to work here, want to be a part of this.”
Ebony smiled.
“Are you sure? Don’t you want to read through the offer first?”
“No,” Victoria smiled in return. “I trust you fully. May I complete the papers now?”
“You may,” Ebony said. “Can I get you another cup of tea?”
Victoria nodded and took the folder from Ebony.
Twenty minutes later, Ebony returned with two cups of tea on a tray. Behind her, Caleb entered with a bottle of champagne and glasses. He put it on the table between the recliners and disappeared without a word.
Victoria was almost done with the forms. Ebony busied herself behind her desk, occasionally glancing at the other woman while sipping her tea.
When Victoria stood up to hand her the papers, Ebony walked around her desk. She lay the papers on her desk, uncorked the champagne, and poured two glasses. She handed one to Victoria, picked up the other and extended her right hand, while the other woman did the same.
“Welcome to The Ivory Tower!” Ebony said with a broad smile.
The women clinked their glasses, and Victoria said: “It already feels like home.”
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