I can’t for the life of me think of anything that’s been overlooked, but I look at him in askance.
“You need a pseudonym. All our transactions are done with the protection of the individuals involved in mind, even while they’re together. You are not required to provide your real personal details, and that’s for your anonymity once any contract you enter into is finished. Although you may do so if you wish. The decision is yours.”
“Umm...” Talk about being put on the spot.
Wracking my brain, my thoughts latch onto the mythology module I was doing before I quit college, and inspiration strikes. “Juno,” I tell him.
Mr. Smith quirks an eyebrow and types it into his tablet. “Very well, Juno."
As I change back into my clothes, my mind races. What have I gotten myself into? But then I think of everything I stand to lose and know this is my path now, for better or worse.
I emerge from the room shaken, but resolute.
"How soon will I hear about... opportunities?" I ask Mr. Smith as he walks me to the exit, since I know the proposal he showed me is by no means guaranteed.
"Could be days, could be hours, but you’d be surprised how many of my candidates are limited by their inability to cook or clean, so the proposal I showed you could be an excellent match,” he replies cryptically.
The proposal he showed me was for a maid. It was set to run for three weeks, and due to the nature of the fantasy, cooking and cleaning were necessities to avoid other people coming into the property. It actually gives a little lift to know there’s at least a couple of things I can do better than the experienced women who regularly participate in these fantasies. Even if it is just the more mundane stuff.
"Either way, you need to be ready to proceed at twenty-four hours’ notice.”
With that, he turns and strides away, leaving me alone in the dim foyer. I make my way out of the building on unsteady legs, blinking in the bright sunlight. The world looks different now, sharper somehow. Or maybe it's just me that's changed.
Agreeing to something like this will do that to a girl.
Chapter
Four
Thorne
Ican't tear my eyes away from her photo. "Juno." I test the name on my tongue. I like it, even though it’s not her real name, but a nom de plume to hide her true identity.
Finding Primal Fantasies was a surprise… although I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised that even the basest of human perversions are available for purchase if you have a big enough bank balance.
And fortunately for me, I do.
Scrolling through the Primal Fantasies candidate list, I've dismissed dozens of women. Too bland. Too eager. Too experienced. But Juno… she's perfect. Her dark hair cascades over pale shoulders, and those wide brown eyes hold a hint of trepidation; of innocence about to be corrupted. Just like in my dreams.
"Mmm…"
My finger hovers over her profile. With one click, I could have her here. In my home. At my mercy.
Do I do it? Do I make my dreams a reality?
For a brief moment, I wonder at the kind of man that makes me. Then again, this is all above board. Nobody is being coerced. Nobody is unwilling. They’ve all agreed. All had the opportunity to add their own input into the proposal, and they all have a safe word.
Added to that, we’ve all been vetted. Myself, as well as the ladies in question.
Every contingency and protection has been afforded to both parties with nothing left to chance.
I stroke my finger over her image and imagine her trembling as she steps into my home, trying to hide her anxiety behind a brave face. Oh, how I'll enjoy stripping away that façade, layer by layer, until she's bare before me in every way.
The thrill of excitement coils in my gut. Finally, a woman who can satisfy the black hunger that's been gnawing at me, leaving me drained and unfulfilled night after night.
I press 'Select' and a message pops up: "Candidate will arrive in 24 hours."
A slow smile spreads across my face. Soon Juno will be mine. The thought causes frissons of dark delight to unravel in my blackened soul. In my mind, I can already imagine those wide eyes filling with dread as she realizes what she's truly gotten herself into, and I relish the reality.
