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Why am I here?
Oh yes, now I remember. I filled out a form with all my deepest desires.
Personal, private information that some stranger had to read…
It’s dirty.
It’s wicked.
It’s downright debaucherous.
I always thought that this kind of club was for men only, but apparently I’m wrong.
Endeavors caters to everyone.
I’ve questioned my sanity on more than one occasion and I’ve still come up blank.
I also don’t know what I’m supposed to say to this man, or how to act. What is the protocol?
Does he walk in and we go at it?
Is there foreplay?
I should mention to Margaret, the nice woman who handed me the forms to fill out —she’s also the same woman who likely read all my answers—that a handbook for the newbies would kinda be handy.
Then I remember her words; You will have the best night of your life, Imogen. Just relax. Your Silver Fox will know exactly what to do. That’s why you came to Endeavors.
Margaret reminds me of a one-woman cheerleading squad combined with the Good Witch Glinda. If only she’d given me a longer pep talk then maybe I wouldn’t be sweating right now.
Yes. I admit that I do have a thing for slightly older guys, and not just because of Ariana’s twenty-year age gap with Lukas. According to my friends, older men make better lovers.
And that’s what I’m here for, after all, right?
I stare at the beautifully printed menu and blink a couple of times.
Menu.
They certainly don’t miss a trick where the little details are concerned.
I already made my ‘selection’ three days ago when I sat in a private room, sipping expensive champagne on a three-thousand-dollar Chesterfield and ticked off boxes containing my deepest desires.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
“Just think of me as your Fairy Godmother,” Margaret said, beaming at me. “My job is to make all your wishes come true… in the bedroom that is.”
I could tell then and there she was the woman in the know. Strangely, she was comforting, especially when I asked what the rules and procedures were, reminding her it was my first time at this.
“The man who comes to you fills your every desire, Imogen. This is all about you, not them. Nothing will happen that you don’t want. All our escorts are fully vetted, have background checks and must meet a very high standard of expertise…”
I didn’t want to think too closely about the standards of expertise to be a male gigolo.
There were multiple choice questions with boxes to tick and sections where you could write what kind of debauchery you want to occur.
I felt the heat rising in my cheeks when I began filling the card in.
Ariana told me not to worry, and that the staff here are professional. Margaret is the best of the best and she wouldn’t make me feel awkward, which she didn’t. There is no judgment.
That made me feel a little better, but I never want to come off as desperate, even to a complete stranger.
