*Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of erotic and sexual situations written for extreme genital arousal which will lead to self-pleasure. Mature readers only.
“The companion we seek must be perfect. She will be retained for six months, and must be willing to sign a contract.”
Carla cleared her throat softly. “Six months… I’m not sure you understand the nature of my services, Mr., ah…” She trailed off awkwardly, realizing he had never given her his name.
“Sands,” he supplied. “We are quite aware of your typical services, Miss Westmoreland. This is a special request.” Carla detected a mild rebuke in his tone, as if she was being chastised for not paying attention.
“Yes, you did say that,” she replied, willing to accept a chiding but unwilling to let him bully her into providing something that seemed wrong. “But, Mr. Sands, I can’t very well ask the women who trust me to help them find a long-term relationship to sign up for a six-month fling.”
“It is not a fling,” Mr. Sands corrected.
“I see,” Carla said, feeling a bit of a thrill. ‘How mysterious and interesting,’ she thought. “You should know that I wouldn’t be of any assistance without meeting your employer myself.”
“That is out of the question,” Mr. Sands replied. “As I explained –”
The sharp trill of the phone in front of him cut off his words. With some uneasy surprise, she realized that although he was hiding it pretty well, his wide-eyed look was one of fear. After a moment he lifted the receiver. He did not speak into it right away, and Carla could hear a masculine voice although she couldn’t make out any of the words.
Mr. Sands listened tensely. “Of course,” he said before carefully lowering the handset. Handing Carla a card, “He will be expecting you at ten. Do not be late.”
“I won’t be,” she assured him. She didn’t know what she was getting herself into, but her body tingled excitement.