Masochist me/The agency

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Current revision as of 07:21, 23 March 2017

I showed up at the address provided by the guest speaker in our class. It was rather underwhelming.

"Hello," a lady at a desk near the entrance said.

"Umm, hi. I was told to come here?" I told her. "I was told to come to this place for...work?" I said, afraid to say what kind of work, in case I was in the wrong place.

"Yes, I was told that you would be coming by. One of our new escorts." I blushed a bit at it, still nervous about being here at all.

"Here, come sit," she said, pointing at a chair in front of the desk.

The lady was older, and I found myself still a bit confused. I expected a place full of half naked women, involved in orgies all over the place. No matter what I was told, it was still a little strange that reality matched her description, rather than my expectation. The lady was rather motherly, asking me many questions, typing on her computer. It took a while, as the phone rang constantly, with her asking questions, making comments, and typing more things on her computer. It all seemed...so office like.

In between calls, both incoming and outgoing, she asked me different questions.

"What subjects are you interested in?"

"What are your hobbies?"

"How do you feel about drugs and alcohol?"

These were just a few questions, some rather normal, some strange, and some a bit intrusive.

Then came the next question.

"How do you feel about sex?"

"Sorry, I don't know what you mean. About sex?"

"Yes. Honey, here, we get many customers that are interested in having sex. So, we need to know, are you comfortable with that, and if so, what are you comfortable with." With her motherly looks and way of saying her words, it was a rather uncomfortable situation, being asked about sex. Almost as bad as if my mother herself was asking me this.

"Umm, I am okay with sex, I guess."

"And your tastes, preferences? Anything you specifically like, or dislike? Position, anal, oral, vaginal? Any specific fetishes you like or dislike?"

It was the most awkward interview I had ever experienced. I kept seeing my mother asking me if I preferred to have sex on top, bottom, or cowgirl. Or if I was willing to let a girl use a strap on to have anal sex with me.

I was glad once we finished, and she showed me to a small office.

I waited, and eventually the guest speaker came in. Well, I guess, my boss now.

"So, how is everything so far?" She asked.

Not wanting to say how awkward I have felt since the moment I walked in, I gave a non-committal, "Fine so far. Just not sure what I should be doing."

"Doing? Nothing yet. Your information will be used to create your bio, and we will use that to match you to suitable clients. Sorry for the questions. I understand, they are a bit...personal...but we need to understand who you are so we can make sure you are assigned the right clients." I nodded. Understanding why I had to just tell someone who looked and sounded so motherly that I enjoy being spanked while wearing nipple clips made it a little less embarrassing, but not by much.

"So, here is the agenda. First, you will need to go to the hospital down the road for some tests. Sorry, but as you can imagine, our escorts health, both physical and sexual, is important to us, and required for our business license."

I grimaced at that. More personal information.

"Once that is complete, we will start your training," she said, continuing. "It will take, well, however long it takes. Normally it will be about a week, but I will not send you out if I am not comfortable that you can handle the situations. Is that clear?"

I nodded, a bit intimidated.

"Good. So, study hard, and you will be out in no time."

I nodded again, feeling like I was in class, with a rather stern teacher, that wanted very personal details about me.

"Now, once your medical check finishes, you will get an advance on your pay. It should only be a couple of days at most. Do you have enough money to last you that long?" I nodded. I still had some money left from my last job, and my bills were caught up so I would be fine.

"Okay. The receptionist should have also given you some forms. After you have gotten your medical exam, please make sure those are filled out and returned. We will need them by the day after tomorrow, when your medical results come in."

I nodded. It was so...normal...like any other job, well, excluding the medical checkup and the rather unusual questions.

"So, any questions for me?" She asked.

The first thing that popped into my head was, "Why does this place look like...well, an office?"

She laughed. "What did you expect to find? Lots of half naked women, having sex with men?"

I laughed weakly, then nodded yes.

"I will explain. First, what you are imagining is a brothel. We are an escort service. While sex may be part of the companionship our escorts offer, which by the way you are not required to, and will not get paid by our agency for, it is not the actual service we offer. Remember what I told you?"

I nodded, feeling myself blush, as she had already mentioned some of that.

"Also, there is a difference between inbound service agencies and outbound service agencies. For inbound, the clients come to us. Outbound, you will go to the client. You will never see a client here, although you will meet many of the other escorts. The mornings are rather slow." I was surprised, especially given all the calls the receptionist had been receiving. "Here, we will hold meetings when needed. Your training will be conducted here. Fortunately, you can now do bio editing, incident reporting, and other stuff anywhere, directly from our website. During training, you will learn how to handle all that. So, outside of meetings, normally you will not need to actually come to the office. Some girls do come here, especially if they need to get ready for something, or just want to come in to talk or take an extra training class or something, but for the most part, you will work from wherever you are."

"Okay. And, I notice sex keeps coming up. So, what happens if I don't want to do that?"

She looked at me seriously. "Then say no. You will learn all of this in training. Don't be nervous. One aspect of this job is, you can just be yourself. You will learn how to think about your client first, but we are not asking our girls to do anything that is against their nature."

She looked at my face. "I see you don't really believe me. Tell me, have you been on a date before?"

I nodded. I had been on many, although my luck with actual relationships was...well, no luck at all.

"So, imagine you are on a date now. How would you talk? How would you act? What would you wear? What would you do? What we ask you to do is to do those things, but to also remember that you are there for a reason. Like, when you were last on a date, did you touch the man?"

I nodded.

"How?"

I showed her.

"See, very standoffish. To be a successful escort, you need to be warm, open, like you are having a good time." With that, she demonstrated. By the time she was done, I could feel it. In just that short demonstration, I already felt like I had some sort of connection with her. "See, you already know how to be yourself. We will just teach you how to be more aware of your partner, and how to approach him in a way that makes him feel special."

I finally understood. I thought about the differences in how we both acted and reacted, and understood what she was telling me.

"Any other questions?"

I shook my head no. "I guess I should finish the training, then see if I have any further questions."

"Okay. I look forward to seeing you in class." It was strange. While I didn't really hate school, and hated or liked some classes more than others, I was looking forward to the training. I could feel a sense of excitement as I walked to the hospital and got poked and prodded, examined and questioned. Blood drawn. Urine bottle filled. I felt so disgusted when they asked me to do the stool sample. X-Rays, cold stethoscopes, and other medical things put here and there. A visit the hospital gynecologist left me as embarrassed as always. Humiliation was one thing, it brought out the pleasure centers in my brain, but spreading your legs in front of a male doctor, since this hospital didn't seem to have female doctors, at least not today, and having him stick cold, slimy things inside your vagina was always embarrassing, and highly uncomfortable.

I went home, then to class. For the next couple days, I just followed my normal routine while waiting for a phone call.

The phone rang.

"Hello. Your medical report has finished. Please let me know when you would like to stop by. We can sign your employment contract and get your training started."

I barely hid my elation. Finally, the big day had come. I was ready.

I...had to go to training.

I...decided to do some of my own...external training.

I...went through training, and was ready to meet my first client (Choose this if you want to skip the training).