tests for safety and security of rentals.
“I’m impressed by your restraint,” Amber said afterward. “Many new rentals jump at the beginning and try to show their confidence. This job isn’t just about sexually pleasing a client. Mostly it’s not. It’s about fantasies, hidden or repressed desires, but also to curb loneliness, depression, and insecurities. It needs to be the whole package. Being hired company for a night in this demand requires a degree of acting. You need to seem like you care whether you like the client or not, and you need to have a good head on your shoulders. Clients can mess with you when it’s not about the sex. Some are … lonely. Really lonely.”
Amber handed me a booklet. “This is a company form for new employees. All forms are kept locked and only accessed by a manager, one senior HR person, and myself. We do, in saying that, need your real name and details.”
I was about to ask if I was meant to lie, but she continued, saying, “We need all employees to create a pseudonym. Many want this, and others don’t mind, but to keep all our valued staff safe and as anonymous as we can, we require you to take some time for this aspect of application.”
“Wait,” I said. “So I’ve got the job? I’m hired?”
“You know,” Amber said as she leant forward on her elbow pointing at me, “we need more enthusiastic employees like yourself. But a word of warning—compartmentalise. You need to treat your time here like a different life. At first, it may not seem important, but you’ll realise everything here can go up in flames in an instant. You don’t want to discover you have no life to go back to.”
“Sure. I will.”
“I like you. A lot. Don’t lose your qualities.”
I was high on excitement, but I realised like a sudden change in the wind, I’d need to mull it over. My life was about to change in an instant, and it’d be easy to make the wrong choice. Even just the pause now made me shift in my seat. I’d never been paid to turn someone on, and I didn’t know nearly anything about this position in the scheme of things. The atmosphere in this building seemed as Amber described, compartmentalised. Would I need to put up an act in front of other rentals and staff, as well as clients?
If I had a change of heart, I could always quit.
No worries, Vee. Now chill.
“I’ll note that one down,” I answered.
“I hope you’ll enjoy us as much as we will enjoy having you here.”
She left me to fill out the form. Over the next twenty minutes, I created a profile for myself. I thought picking a name would take forever, but it didn’t take too long to figure out who my other self would be. Victoria. Victoria would have brown hair, instead of my blonde. She had a mum, dad, and two sisters (sisters sounded hot, didn’t it?) and a pet cat. She lived with roommates (ward off the stalkers) and loved to dance.
Afterward, I handed the form in to Amber, who was waiting at the desk with the receptionist. She took me to their on-site doctor who performed a swab and blood test to check for any existing conditions or diseases.
A make-up artist made up my face, put on a wig from the storage room as described in my application and took a series of portfolio shots—some headshots and some body shots.
It all happened so fast, I went through it with a smile and hoped I’d wake up and still feel confident this was the right choice to make. I’d been a thinker for the last half a year, bunkered down in my own world, trapped and plagued by money issues, and the worst kind of loss I’d ever experienced.
I was ready to be a doer, although my forced smile and upbeat responses to everyone was as far as my belief ran. I wanted, though, oh how I craved, like a pulsing ache in my belly before a big race. I wanted to experience the dirty things I saw and imagined, and I wanted freedom. I could do the hard work now for the money that would get me there.
I didn’t know how I would, but I
“I’m impressed by your restraint,” Amber said afterward. “Many new rentals jump at the beginning and try to show their confidence. This job isn’t just about sexually pleasing a client. Mostly it’s not. It’s about fantasies, hidden or repressed desires, but also to curb loneliness, depression, and insecurities. It needs to be the whole package. Being hired company for a night in this demand requires a degree of acting. You need to seem like you care whether you like the client or not, and you need to have a good head on your shoulders. Clients can mess with you when it’s not about the sex. Some are … lonely. Really lonely.”
Amber handed me a booklet. “This is a company form for new employees. All forms are kept locked and only accessed by a manager, one senior HR person, and myself. We do, in saying that, need your real name and details.”
I was about to ask if I was meant to lie, but she continued, saying, “We need all employees to create a pseudonym. Many want this, and others don’t mind, but to keep all our valued staff safe and as anonymous as we can, we require you to take some time for this aspect of application.”
“Wait,” I said. “So I’ve got the job? I’m hired?”
“You know,” Amber said as she leant forward on her elbow pointing at me, “we need more enthusiastic employees like yourself. But a word of warning—compartmentalise. You need to treat your time here like a different life. At first, it may not seem important, but you’ll realise everything here can go up in flames in an instant. You don’t want to discover you have no life to go back to.”
“Sure. I will.”
“I like you. A lot. Don’t lose your qualities.”
I was high on excitement, but I realised like a sudden change in the wind, I’d need to mull it over. My life was about to change in an instant, and it’d be easy to make the wrong choice. Even just the pause now made me shift in my seat. I’d never been paid to turn someone on, and I didn’t know nearly anything about this position in the scheme of things. The atmosphere in this building seemed as Amber described, compartmentalised. Would I need to put up an act in front of other rentals and staff, as well as clients?
If I had a change of heart, I could always quit.
No worries, Vee. Now chill.
“I’ll note that one down,” I answered.
“I hope you’ll enjoy us as much as we will enjoy having you here.”
She left me to fill out the form. Over the next twenty minutes, I created a profile for myself. I thought picking a name would take forever, but it didn’t take too long to figure out who my other self would be. Victoria. Victoria would have brown hair, instead of my blonde. She had a mum, dad, and two sisters (sisters sounded hot, didn’t it?) and a pet cat. She lived with roommates (ward off the stalkers) and loved to dance.
Afterward, I handed the form in to Amber, who was waiting at the desk with the receptionist. She took me to their on-site doctor who performed a swab and blood test to check for any existing conditions or diseases.
A make-up artist made up my face, put on a wig from the storage room as described in my application and took a series of portfolio shots—some headshots and some body shots.
It all happened so fast, I went through it with a smile and hoped I’d wake up and still feel confident this was the right choice to make. I’d been a thinker for the last half a year, bunkered down in my own world, trapped and plagued by money issues, and the worst kind of loss I’d ever experienced.
I was ready to be a doer, although my forced smile and upbeat responses to everyone was as far as my belief ran. I wanted, though, oh how I craved, like a pulsing ache in my belly before a big race. I wanted to experience the dirty things I saw and imagined, and I wanted freedom. I could do the hard work now for the money that would get me there.
I didn’t know how I would, but I
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