Page 45 of Her Patron
“Of course…” Monique looked closer. “Oh, dear, June is not going to like this.”
“I’m over here, you know!” That was the only thing necessary to shake June in her seat. “What does it say?”
They all looked at her.
“Ms. Bolivar and Dr. Christie are willing to enter this arrangement with the understanding that it would be exclusive.”
The whole room turned a bright shade of red.
“What!” June was up, although she dared not cross the room out of fear of losing to her oncoming rampage. “Are you fucking kidding me!”
“We think it’s more than fair.”
“In return, we would keep this closed as well.”
“Really, it’s unfair for us. We have to pay for it. I mean, spoil you silly. Meanwhile, you get two girlfriends who want to spend all their time with you… but are willing to share if it means even getting to spend one day a month with you.”
“We hope it would be more often, though.”
“That’s not the point!” June stood behind their chairs, arms jutting into the air. “That was never the point! Don’t you get it? This is my job.”
“Yes. Which is why we are willing to pay.”
“Now hold on,” Monique interrupted, eyes mostly focused on June’s top about to blow. “This would require seriousdiscussion. That is a big clause to put in a contract, and would require June’s absolute agreement.”
What proceeded was an hour’s worth of discussing. Haggling. It’s fucking haggling. June raised the point that she needed to make as much money as possible, and agreeing to exclusivity made that very difficult. Sette responded that they didn’t require her to stop working at the Manoir. She could continue to entertain clients as long as there was no sex. That was all they truly cared about.
“As her dual patrons, we would expect our main benefit to be exclusivity,” she said. “We know that June isn’t a one-lover woman. We do hope she could be happy with two, however.”
“I’m okay with her even seeing her BDSM clients,” Miquela added, “as long as there is no sexual contact.”
“We know that she has an important administrative position at this establishment, and don’t want to interfere with that.”
“You… two…” June gripped both of their chairs, channeling the fury she kept trying to keep down. What was she so angry about? That they were meddling in her career? Making decisions for her? Asking her for things she had never had to bestow before? I’ve never had a real partner since starting this career. Would they really be her girlfriends like that? I think I love them… but is that enough? Could two women like them really agree to share her? Could she be content with only them as lovers for as long as this agreement lasted? Possibly years?
Until she retired? Then what? Would she be so in love with them that it continued until she died?
She felt like she was being shoehorned into a real relationship, and she didn’t know what to think about that.
They then launched into more numbers. June’s insistence. If they wanted exclusivity, they would pay for it. June was going to make sure she was well compensated for any work lost and for any confusion she experienced while she tried to understandher own feelings for them. Without the buffer of her work to guide her along, she could become lost or resentful. These were Monique’s thoughts as they proceeded to discuss the terms of a potential contract.
The number $125,000 per patron was understood. Monique asked the women to leave the room so she could talk frankly with June.
“You would be an idiot not to take this!” she said as soon as the door closed.
“You’ve said so yourself that I am an idiot.”
“$250,000 a month! Your cut alone is more than the average student loan debt in this country. They’re even allowing you to keep working here with some of your core clients.”
“Yeah, but…”
“June.” Monique slapped a hand on her desk. “Stop and think about it for two seconds. These two women aren’t just willing to pay to have you as their girlfriend. They’re willing to do whatever you want. What more could you ask for? Is it really about the money?”
She wanted to say yes, but knew Monique could counter with so many factors. Like how even losing the submissive clients and people who simply wanted her conversation and flirting would still put her beyond the black every month. Plus, it would give her more time to learn the ropes of the admin side of the business. She wanted to learn more about that, right? No, it couldn’t be about the money.
By the time June sat down where Miquela had been ten minutes ago, Monique said, “You’re afraid of the commitment. I can see the way you look at those women, and the way they both look at you. That’s love, June. Love on your terms. Don’t be afraid of it. This isn’t just the opportunity of your career. This is the opportunity of your personal life as well.”
June couldn’t look at her. “You make it sound like I’m going to marry them.”
