Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
The screen showed a sleek interface with my name at the top. Laura Martindale. Associate Member. Status: Pending.
“First, we need to complete your profile,” Ann said, tapping the screen. “The photos from your shoot will be uploaded automatically, along with your medical examination data. But you’ll need to add some personal information. Interests, hobbies, what you’re looking for in an arrangement.”
My throat felt tight. “What am I supposed to say?”
“Be honest. Sponsors appreciate authenticity. Just put your phone near the tablet for a moment?”
I fetched it out of my pocket and reached it toward the device. A notification popped up: Install Selecta Arrangements? I tapped Yes.
Ann continued. “Great. Your credentials will be transferred automatically, and you’ll be synced up with the system at all times. You have twelve hours to finish the setup. If it’s not complete by then, your application will be automatically declined and you’ll forfeit your placement.”
Twelve hours. I held my phone with shaky hands, staring at the blank fields of my profile that had just appeared on the screen, waiting to be filled. Describe yourself in three words. What are you passionate about? What do you hope to gain from this arrangement?
“While you’re thinking about that,” Ann continued, “let me show you something else.” She tapped the tablet to navigate to a different section of the app. “This is your apartment control panel.”
My eyes widened as the screen loaded. A floor plan appeared, showing a small studio layout. And at the top, an address that made my heart skip a beat.
“The Presidio?” I whispered. “That’s… that’s one of the most expensive neighborhoods in San Francisco.”
“It’s small,” Ann said matter-of-factly, “but comfortable. And most important, it’s convenient for our sponsors. Many of them live or work in that area, and they prefer their associates to be easily accessible.”
Accessible. The word made my stomach clench.
Ann’s fingers moved across the screen, showing me different features. “You can control the lighting, temperature, and basic appliances right in the app,” she told me. She swiped to another section, and I felt my stomach drop as I saw the heading.
Security and Surveillance Features.
“Now, these are important,” Ann said, her tone still warm and professional, like she was explaining the features of a new car rather than the ways I would be monitored. “The apartment has a comprehensive surveillance system. Cameras in the main living area, the bedroom, and the bathroom.”
“The bathroom?” The word came out strangled.
“Your sponsor will want to ensure your safety at all times,” Ann said smoothly. “And of course, he’ll want to monitor your behavior, your routines, your compliance with his expectations.” She touched her pearl necklace again, a gesture I was starting to recognize as something she did when delivering particularly difficult information. “The cameras can be accessed through the app—by your sponsor, once you accept an arrangement.”
“So… so he can watch me?” My voice had gone small. “All the time?”
“Only after you’ve accepted a sponsor’s offer and his allowance,” Ann clarified. “Until then, the apartment is yours with full privacy. But once you enter into an arrangement, yes—your sponsor will have complete access to the surveillance feeds. It’s part of the agreement.”
I stared at the screen, at the little camera icons marking different areas of the floor plan. The bedroom. The bathroom. Everywhere.
“He’ll also have access to enter the apartment at any time,” Ann continued, tapping another section of the app. “See here? This is the door access log. Your sponsor will be able to unlock the door remotely, or he can be given a physical key. Most prefer the digital access—it’s more convenient.”
“He can just… come in?” My hands had started trembling again. “Whenever he wants?”
“That’s correct. Again, only after you’ve accepted his arrangement. But yes—when you have a sponsor, he has the right to access you at any time, day or night. That’s part of what he’s paying for, Laura. Intimate access. Immediate and unconditional.”
The words made my head spin. I thought about being in that apartment, maybe sleeping, maybe in the shower, and having some wealthy stranger just walk in. Having the right to walk in.
“I know this seems overwhelming,” Ann said, and for the first time her voice held a note of genuine compassion. “But remember—these men are paying substantial allowances. They expect certain privileges in return. And in my professional experience, many young women find that having clear expectations and boundaries actually helps them feel more secure.”
Clear expectations. Like being available for sex whenever he wanted. Like being watched constantly. Like having to get a wax down there every week, to keep me smooth and bare.
“What about…” I swallowed hard, my bottom still throbbing from the caning. “What about punishment?”
Ann’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in her eyes. “What about it?”
“The waiver mentioned… I mean, Nurse Samuels said…” I couldn’t quite form the question. My face burned.