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)
The room beyond the door was softly lit, with a padded table in the center that looked similar to the examination table I’d just left, though somewhat less clinical. Gentle music played from hidden speakers, and the air smelled faintly of lavender.
A woman with sleek dark hair pulled into a ponytail turned as I entered. She appeared to be in her thirties, with an athletic build and a professional smile.
“Audrey?” she asked. When I nodded, her smile widened. “I’m Simone. First Brazilian?”
I nodded again, clutching my purse tightly against my stomach as if it could shield me from what was about to happen.
“Don’t worry,” she said, her tone reassuring. “Everyone’s nervous their first time, but I promise I’ll make it as quick and painless as possible.” She gestured to the table. “You’ll need to remove your skirt and underwear. You can leave your top on if you prefer.”
I hesitated, then set my purse down on a small side table. “Do I… do I really have to do this?” I asked, hating how small my voice sounded.
Simone’s expression softened slightly. “It’s standard procedure for all SA associates,” she explained. “Sponsors expect it. But more important, it’s required for your profile photos.”
Profile photos. The words made my stomach clench. “What kind of photos?” I asked, though I suspected I already knew the answer.
“Just some tasteful lingerie shots,” Simone said, her tone casual as she began preparing her supplies. “Nothing too explicit for the initial profile. Theodore is excellent—he’ll make you look beautiful.”
I gulped, remembering the notification about the photography appointment that would follow this one. Lingerie. I’d be posing in lingerie for photos that strange men would look at while deciding if they wanted to… to purchase my virginity.
The thought made me dizzy with a confusing mix of humiliation and that strange, unwanted arousal it seemed like this whole bizarre process had forced upon me.
Forced? Even as I tried to tell myself that the feeling came from outside, something deep down quietly refused to acknowledge the truth of that idea. No. Not forced.
I frowned, trying to push away the word that nevertheless floated inexorably into my brain.
Awakened.
“Go ahead and take off your skirt and your panties, Audrey,” Simone said, her voice becoming a little exasperated, as if at my reluctance. “The app has us both on a schedule.”
I unzipped my skirt with trembling fingers, letting it fall to the floor. I wondered if I had heard in Simone’s voice something like the threat of… something.
Consequences, maybe. The idea brought even more heat to my face.
My panties followed my skirt, leaving me exposed from the waist down. The cool air against my most private parts made me shiver—or perhaps it was nerves.
“Hop up on the table and lie back,” Simone instructed, gesturing to the padded surface.
I climbed onto the table, my face burning. The paper covering crinkled beneath me, reminding me too much of the examination room I’d just left. I lay back, keeping my knees pressed tightly together.
“You’ll need to open your legs, honey,” Simone said, her tone dispassionate. “And bend your knees up toward your chest.”
CHAPTER 5
Audrey
I hesitated, then slowly complied, exposing myself completely to this stranger. It felt like yet another surrender in a day full of them. How many more would there be?
“First time can be a bit uncomfortable,” Simone warned as she pulled on latex gloves. “But most girls find it gets easier each time.”
I nodded mutely, staring fixedly at the ceiling as I felt her apply something warm and sticky to my pubic area.
“So, what brought you to Selecta Arrangements?” Simone asked conversationally, as if we were chatting at a café rather than while she prepared to rip hair from my most intimate parts.
“I lost my internship,” I said quietly. “My visa’s about to expire. I don’t have anywhere to go.”
“Ah,” she said knowingly. “That happens a lot. Selecta’s good at finding girls when their situations mean they’re willing to face up to their needs.”
Before I could respond to that disturbing observation, she pressed a cloth strip firmly against the warm wax and then, without warning, ripped it away.
I gasped at the sharp sting, my body jerking involuntarily.
“Sorry,” Simone said, not sounding particularly sorry. “First strip is always the worst.”
She continued working methodically, applying wax, pressing the cloth strips, and ripping them away. Each pull sent a jolt of pain through me, though I had to admit it wasn’t as terrible as I’d feared. What was worse was the casual way Simone manipulated my body—pulling my labia taut, instructing me to hold positions that left me completely exposed, even having me draw my knees up to my chest so she could reach the sensitive skin between my buttocks.
“Almost done,” she said after what felt like an eternity. “Just need to get the rest of your bottom. Turn over for me.”