CHAPTER FOUR
The girls were awakened by the phone ringing.
"s**t, it's eight-thirty," Elsie said, leaning over the side of the bed and looking at the tiny little alarm clock on the end table. "Hope it's a worthwhile call."
She got out of bed, and went down into the living room, where the only phone, as yet, had been installed.
"Hello, Pleasure House," she said.
It was a call from a young girl interested in moving in and working for the house. Calls like this kept on coming in all day, and Elsie and Brenda were kept quite busy answering them, giving mini-interviews over the phone, and setting up appointments with the girls that sounded promising.
Many of he girls were eliminated over the phone. Some of them were just curious, and called on a dare or a bet from a friend. They were easy
