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TRIPLE BLACK DESIRE

I was as nervous as hell. I had no idea what I was doing. I'd be mortified if anyone else found out.

To all intents and purposes, I was a model eighteen-year-old female getting ready to attend college. I was beautiful with an hourglass figure. I even had a nice boyfriend.

I was as pure and wholesome as a glass of grade A whole milk.

So why was I here?

My friend had told me about the First Time Taboo Agency. She had used them herself. She told me it was the only correct way to lose one's virginity.

I'd laughed at her. Told her I would never go. But then something darker in my nature took over. I don't know.

Maybe I was tired of being the good girl.

I sat at a desk across from a woman that looked as dry and shriveled up as a prune. She wore small glasses and stared at me with scrutinizing eyes.

"Do you have the release form?" She asked.

I handed it to her.

"Do you have the locator's fee?" She asked.

I handed her a check. She examined it carefully.

"Do you understand this fee is entirely for the service of finding you a suitable matchup?" She asked.

"Yes," I said.

She nodded.

"We got back the results of your sexual profiling yesterday. We were able to find quite a suitable match," she said.

"Good," I said. "Who did I match up with?"

She looked up at me. Her eyes darted into mine like arrows.

"That's not how this works," she said.

"Huh? I don't understand. This is a hookup service. You psychologically profiled me. That's what all the interviewing was for and the tests. You've found the perfect person for me to lose my virginity to, right?" I said.

She blinked. She lifted her nose slightly in the air.

"Aren't you going to provide me with some contact information?" I asked.

"That's not how this works," she said. "You must not have been paying attention during your initial orientation."

She picked up a card. She handed it to me. I took it. All it had on it was a street address.

"You will go there tonight at seven o'clock," she said. "Your needs will be met."

"But who is it?" I asked.

"Who?" She said. "This isn't about who. You are paying us for two things. The first thing you paid for was the psychological profiling. This allowed us to determine what would be the most sexually fulfilling way for you to lose your virginity."

She cleared her throat.

She went on, "The second thing you paid us for is the matchup. We found a matchup so that your sexual fantasies could be met in as safe a way as possible given your desires."

"Right, I understand all that," I said. "So who did you find for me?"

My stomach was full of butterflies.

"You really don't get it, do you? Well, that's your problem now, not mine. Just remember, everything here is voluntary," she said. "That's very important. Don't go to that address unless you really want to learn your deepest, darkest desires."

"What?" I said.

"Miss, like most people your desires run deeper and darker than you can possibly imagine. If you go to that address one thing will lead to another. You'll do things you'd never have imagined you'd do. Just make sure that's something you are ready for," she said. "Do you understand?"

I shook my head in disbelief.

"So I'm supposed to just show up at this address? Tonight? At seven o'clock?"

The woman sighed in exasperation.

"I don't have time for this," she said. "You know, you young ladies are really all the same. And you haven't got a clue at all. Just go to that address tonight and you'll find out what you're really about."

"But..."

"You've already signed the release form. You've already paid us. We've now provided you with an address and a time. We're done here. Good day to you ma'am," she said firmly. "If you'll excuse me I have other clients waiting."

I was completely flummoxed.

"What if I didn't go?" I said.

At that, she burst into laughter.

"To be honest, I don't recommend you do. But, of course, you will go. We sexually profiled you. We know all about you. You'll go," she said. "Good day, miss."

That was that. I finally let it go. I got up and left.

All day I thought about it. I looked the address up on Google maps. The area of town looked rough. It certainly wasn't an area where I had any friends.

I changed the map view to a satellite view. I narrowed my focus. It was just a random house in a neighborhood.

Who lived there? What would happen if I went?

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