Desperation

Desperation

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: In Progress

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is a story about a girl, Ava, who finds that desperate times call for desperate measures, as she ends up becoming a body service worker: AKA a prostitute. Despite being a girl with a necessity for secrecy, she finds that what awaits ahead taunts to uncover the secrets of both her mind and her body.

Summary

This is a story about a girl, Ava, who finds that desperate times call for desperate measures, as she ends up becoming a body service worker: AKA a prostitute. Despite being a girl with a necessity for secrecy, she finds that what awaits ahead taunts to uncover the secrets of both her mind and her body.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Questioning

Author Chapter Note

Hey everyone, thank you for reading the first chapter of my first ever attempt at writing erotica! This chapter is mainly setting up the rest of the story for future juiciness to come.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 21, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 21, 2016

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How it easy it must be for them to condemn me. How privileged must one be to look at the faces of those who suffer and chastise them from some so-called higher moral ground. I couldn't help but be bitter as I made my way down the street, receiving the interest of more than one passer-by. Looks of disgust, interest, sadness, anger. Whether I was making my way to my salvation or my execution, I was not yet sure.

Finally, I turned and opened a large black door, not stopping to think about what lay behind, lest I change my mind. The inside of the building was nothing like I might have expected. It was bright and clean, sitting areas of inviting sofas and chairs, surrounding little glass coffee tables were set up on either of side of the entrance. I walked tall to the smiling young man behind a white desk. “Welcome to Desire! How can I help you today?” the man boomed in a forced enthusiastic voice.

 “I’m here for an interview.” I replied, trying to regurgitate the same synthetic sweetness as the man. He turned to a calendar book on his desk, using his finger to scan through the writings of today’s schedule, and he finally replied, “Audrey?”

“No, I’m Asa. My interview is for 9:30. I know i’m quite early.” I admitted.

“Asa, great!” He replied, spotting my name in his book. Handing me a piece of paper he started some rehearsed verses, “Please take a look at this paper, and read it thoroughly. It will describe a brief overview of all the necessary documents we expect to have with you today, as well as a brief summary of what of what to expect during the interview. Please have all necessary documents out and ready before your interview starts.” He looked at me then, and added, not unkindly, “I’ll let Mr. White know you’ve arrived, but as we’re fully scheduled, it is unlikely he will be able to see you before your original appointment time.” I wanted to tell him that this didn't matter, but he didn't give me the chance. “Please feel free to take a seat Miss Asa,” he chirped, and then immediately answered a ringing phone with, “Thank you for calling Desire, this is Matthew speaking, how can I help you?”

I made my way to a seat and looked over the paper, confirming I brought all the documents and they were ready to go. I then turned my attention to the small paragraph written below:


Please have all necessary documents In hand when coming to the interview, as they will be immediately collected and checked by your interviewer. You will have a chance to ask questions at the end of your interview. Please have these questions ready. We are a progressive and revolutionary company under the wing of Mr. White and we have various practices that do not confine to the norms of other companies. We invite you to be adaptable and open-minded during your interview. See you soon.

My surprise was apparent. This was not what I was expecting at all. It made me feel simultaneously more relieved and more nervous. The wall beside me boasted certificates and awards in frames. Best new company 2012, Innovation Award 2014, and so on and so forth. But of course these were all small specific awards from The Coalition of Body Freedoms. Body freedom I laughed inwardly. The bulk of the population still called it for what it was: prostitution. Since it was legalized, the public opinion had changed only slightly. By most middle class citizens the practise was still widely and outwardly condemned. Privately was a different matter, as such establishments were frequented by middle class men and women alike. But, even under an innovative company like Desire, a job like this would not be acceptable.

…..

“Miss Asa?” A young blonde woman called. She sported a classic white button-up shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt and closed toed black heels. Her hair was swooped into a bun, and black rimmed glasses sat on her pretty little nose. If it was anywhere else I might have just thought she was a professionally dressed beautiful woman, but here I think her clothes had another purpose, or at least an additional one.

As I was waiting two other applicants had come and left, leaving the interviews with seemingly unhappy faces. They were like omens of things to come, and proved to further rattle my nerves. I approached the woman who called my name, and answered her call. “Hi, that’s me” I smiled. Her plastic smile widened and her head tilted as she she asked me to follow her. I continued past Matthew and the desk, down a white hallway with paintings of close-up obscure body parts. An ear, a neck, a collarbone, an ankle. She led me into a small room. This room, too, was bright and clean, but with warm blue walls. It felt less sterile. This room might have been used for conferences. Inside was a large white table surrounded by white chairs.. At the head of the room was a large white screen. On the other side sat two men and one woman. At the left was a handsome man who couldn't be older than 25. He introduced himself as Henry. At the right was a beautiful 30-some woman, whispering into the ear of the man who sat between them-an older man with graying hair and a white suit. The woman introduced herself as Olive, and the older man did not introduce himself at all.

“Do you have all the required documents?” Olive requested kindly. I meant to speak, but my voice wouldn't work so I simply smiled and handed them to her. “Please sit down,” Henry gestured to a seat across from them. I obliged.

“Miss...Asa,” Henry started, perusing the application as the woman started checking my documents which consisted of various medical checkups, testing certifications, and other common ones like proof of citizenship and the like. It also includeded photos of my face and body. Naked body even. I noticed she passed those to the man in the middle who perused them with interest. “Tell us why you want to work for our company?” Because I need the money, I thought.

“After much research I’ve found the innovative, creative, and progressive goals and action of this company to be compelling. Although, of course financial aspects are important, I am also thrilled at the idea of working under such interesting leadership.” Not totally untrue.

For nearly fifteen minutes the questions ran on like this. I answered professionally, usually truthfully, with boasts or exaggerations used to embellish my answers. I was no stranger to interviews. The questions were more straightforward than I might have expected. Greatest strength, greatest weakness, work history, etc. Throughout, the older man in the middle simply pierced me with his gaze, never saying a word. Yet, now, suddenly he spoke. “Now we’ll move on to the second portion of the interview,” He announced.

“The second portion?” I asked.

“Yes. We’ll explain and discuss a bit more about what the job entails. These questions are specific to body service work.” I nodded and he continued. “Firstly, let me introduce myself. My name is Mr. White. I’m sorry for not having introduced myself earlier, but I prefer to watch the progressions of the first part of the interview. A little about body services here at Desire. We are founded on values of sexual freedom, gender equality, and open-mindedness. We have various employees, and although certain tasks are expected of everyone, others provide services more specific to the individual. We want to ensure that all our workers are in safe environments, and do not do anything they are not comfortable with. That being said, certain services are required, and as such, if a possible employee does not feel comfortable doing such, should seek different employment. Such required acts include; kissing, sensual massage, body fondlings, oral sex with condom, and vaginal penetrative sex with condom. Examples of services that are not required but not forbidden include: oral sex without condoms, penetrative sex without condoms, anal sex, bondage, role-playing, etc.”

He checked to see I was still on-board, and then continued. "However we encourage all of our employees to explore and learn, and in order for Desire to maintain employee standards, and encourage growth, free workshops are offered every weekend. During training, new employees must attend at least five workshops. Employees must get tested once a week, and this is payed for by the company. Work attire must be clean. Never wear something that has been worn before without being washed. After training period, employee will receive two outfits from the stockroom to wear to work, but the employee is still able to wear whatever they please, as long as it follows the guidelines. Outdoor shoes are allowed until employee arrives at section red of the building, where shoes will be provided. Desire is as equally concerned of the quality of its customers as it is of its employees. All customers must also get tested regularly in order to be provided services. Employees are paid a regular wage for their services. Tips that are received by customer must be reported but can be taken home after calculations at the end of each shift. 10% of all tips are tipped out to hosts and other workers who help with Desire.” Mr. White finally finished his speach, after only occasionally looking down to refer to a paper.

Before I could respond he started his questions. “Are you a virgin?” He started.

“No.” I answered. Do virgins even apply for such jobs?

“What's your favorite position?”

I repositioned myself in my seat, bracing myself for his questions. I could see his assault of questions would not be subtle. “I like, being on top.” I admitted. What was that? Cowgirl? Even thinking that sounded silly.

“Have you tried anal penetrative sex or any anal play that might be mentionable?”

“No,” I admitted, starting to fear I was to vanilla for a job like this.

“Describe your sex life."

Describe my sex life? What does that mean. My habits? My schedule? “I’ve been single for about three months, but I have a friend who I sleep with about once a week...and I hooked up once this month? So yeah, that's about a normal month for me.”

“What is the gender of your friend with whom you have sex with?”

“Oh, um, male” I answered, a little embarrassed I didn't mention it.

“What is your sexual orientation?”

“Ah well...I've only ever slept with men but I'm not opposed to other arrangements.” I smiled, and shrugged. 

Mr. White nodded and wrote something down. “Have you ever slept with more than one person at once?”

“No,”

“What's an estimated number of sexual partners you've had before?”

“Could you define sexual partners?” I asked.

Mr. White smiled, “the definition we’ll use for this question, would be, a partner you've had a sexual encounter with that included an interaction with one at least one partner’s genitalia”

“Hmm,” I wondered aloud “about twelve?”

“How many of those partners did you love?”

At this question I startled. How many did I love? I was not expecting to think about this. “One.” I replied.

“Finally,” he asked, “Do you love sex?”

“I like sex,” I started “but, I don't think I love sex.” I admitted. Wait should I have said that? Why did I answer so truthfully. Of course I love sex, is how I should have replied. Mr. White smiled at my reply, however, so perhaps I answered correctly.

“I like you, Miss Asa” he said, “I want you to work for me.” My heart soared. A job! I was offered a job! Why did he offer it to me so quickly? As if reading my thoughts he continued,“I'm a strong believer in first impressions and the process of this interview, and I don't like to make applicants wait in wonder if they will get hired or not. I always make a decision immediately afterwards. I do not expect you to act with same sort of urgency however. After we return your documents you will also receive a packet containing the information I spoke to you in more detail and much more information. Please read through the packet. If you decide to continue with employment at Desire, please sign and return it to us. We will finish paperwork and set a training schedule at that time.”

I wanted to sign immediately, but I knew I should read it first. I can just come back tomorrow, I told myself. A job. I have a job! I chanted to myself inwardly, trying to not to giggle and squirm in my seat. “Thank you so much for this opportunity!l” I exclaimed. Mr. White stood up so I rose,  wondering if I should go try to shake his hand. “It was very nice meeting you, Miss Asa. If you have any questions Henry and Olive would be happy to answer them,” he smiled, charmingly, then promptly left the room leaving me with Henry and Olive to handle the paperwork and answer my questions.

 


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