Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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Audrey
“You’ve qualified for the First Intimacy Premium Program,” Nurse Georges told me. Her voice carried a strange mixture of satisfaction and disgust that made my face go blazing hot yet again—as if the woman had tried to remain professional, but the idea of a girl accepting money for the privilege of taking her virginity violated her principles. “You may get dressed.”
“What…” I started to ask, as I scrambled to get off the exam table and to fetch my clothes. Surges of mortified heat traveled through my upper body as I grabbed my panties. “What happens next?”
My hands trembled as I pulled on my underwear, unable to look Nurse Georges in the eye. I felt dazed and disoriented as I tried to process what had just happened. The examination room seemed to spin slightly around me, my body still tingling from the helpless pleasure that had coursed through me only moments before.
“The SA app will guide you through the next steps,” Nurse Georges replied, her tone returning to its earlier detachment. She was entering data into her tablet, as if what had just occurred was nothing more unusual than checking a patient’s blood pressure. “You have some tasks to complete before you can activate your profile in the system. Then potential sponsors will be able to view your information.”
My fingers fumbled with the clasp of my bra. “Tasks?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like what?”
“Elements of your profile that will help you get noticed,” she replied without looking up. “First Intimacy candidates are highly sought after, but the wealthy men who’ll be looking at you want to be sure you’re interested in pleasing them the way they have a right to expect.”
My stomach clenched at the thought. Powerful men, looking at me in the app, trying to determine whether I would… what?
Whether I’d be a good girl for them. The kind of good girl who’ll obediently take their cocks when they decide to enjoy her.
I swallowed hard as I pulled my blouse on, buttoning it with clumsy fingers.
“What about… what you said earlier?” I ventured hesitantly, utterly unsure why I was reminding the woman about this humiliating detail. “About the… the plugs?”
Nurse Georges finally looked up from her tablet, her expression unreadable behind her glasses. “Yes, of course.” She crossed to a cabinet and removed a small black box, which she handed to me. “The initial training set. Instructions are included. I recommend beginning tonight.”
I took the box with burning cheeks, unable to believe I was accepting such a thing. It felt surprisingly heavy in my hands—a tangible reminder of what I was agreeing to.
“You’ll also need these,” she continued, handing me a bottle of pills. “Contraceptives. Take one daily, beginning today. While some sponsors may choose to use condoms, most prefer not to. The pill ensures no unwanted complications arise.”
I nodded mutely, slipping the bottle into my purse alongside the black box. I finished dressing, smoothing my skirt with hands that still quivered slightly. My phone beeped, and I glanced down at it. Two notifications from the Selecta Arrangements app.
Appointment: Esthetician. In five minutes, Room 1643.
Appointment: Photography. In thirty-five minutes, Room 1650.
“Good luck, Audrey,” Nurse Georges said from the door as she left with her cart. Her voice seemed a little strained—as if she were doing her best not to sound disdainful. “The exit is just down the hall.”
The sixteenth floor looked just as corporate as the fifteenth, which seemed confusing given what the app had told me about the appointments I had here, which seemed a good deal less businesslike. The door of Room 1643 did have a sign that said Esthetician Suite, though, so I knew I’d come to the right place.
Inside, the receptionist said from her desk, “Audrey?”
I nodded. “Yes… I… do you know what this is… you know, for?”
She gave me a patient smile.
“Just joined SA?” she asked.
I nodded again.
“You’re here to have a Brazilian wax, honey,” the receptionist told me. “Before your photoshoot for your profile.”
I blinked at her, swallowing hard. I felt heat creep up my neck. Brazilian wax? I’d heard of them, of course, but had never considered getting one myself. The idea of having all the hair removed from… down there… made my stomach flutter with anxiety.
“I’ve… I’ve never had one before,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
The receptionist gave me a knowing smile. “First timers are our specialty, honey. Simone will take good care of you.” She gestured toward a door on the right. “Go on in. She’s waiting for you.”
I walked toward the door on legs that felt suddenly wooden. What was happening to my life? Just yesterday, I’d been worried about energy efficiency models. Now I was about to have a complete stranger remove all my pubic hair before I got photographed for… what, exactly? For men to browse through like some kind of catalog?