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It appeared the app had anticipated the force of my curiosity.
Welcome to Platinum, Leah!it said cheerily.As a pre-selected platinum-level associate member, you’re going to have access to a range of potential sponsors who are looking for someone very special. These men at the comfort and luxury levels have paid extra to have the opportunity to meet you, and all you need to do is follow a few extra guidelines to make sure your profile reaches their inboxes in our dailySA Platinumemail.
We know from our extensive market research that many of our wealthiest members read theSA Platinumemail every day. You don’t want to miss this opportunity, Leah!
Tap here for the details and requirements.
My mouth had twisted firmly to the left side of my face as I read, trying to puzzle out the doubtless embarrassing meaning behind the sales-speak. When I tapped, though, and saw thedetails and requirements, I didn’t have to puzzle any further.
In order to attain, and to maintain, platinum-level associate membership, you must:
1. Fulfill the maintenance standard for gold (standard) associate membership: go on at least one date per two-week period (if any are requested by one or more member(s)), and have no more than two unresolved complaints from members.
That sounded a little ominous, but since Selecta saw fit to provide a subsidy, I couldn’t see much reason to object. Things got dicier from there, however.
2. Schedule an intimate photoshoot, in the comfort of your Selecta Housing apartment, with a Selecta-certified photographer (all photographers are female professionals), and post at least three photos from that shoot on your profile.
The app even put a helpful link there:Schedule My Photoshoot.
I thought about the post in the official forums, from AZHotty. How blasé her reply had seemed:Did I say I didn’t do the nude pics?
For a moderate sponsor—who then, if I believed it, turned out to be a billionaire. Whereas on the ‘platinum-level’ all the men seeing me in their daily email would be wealthy.
Keep it positive, girls!
I felt my frown get so deep I thought I might get wrinkles. I kept reading.
3. Agree in advance to abide by your sponsor’s rules, if any, and to accept his chosen discipline, if any. (Platinum-level sponsors are invited to submit a schedule of rules and disciplinary measures. You will be able to see that schedule on their profiles, if they message you.)
I realized I had started to shake my head slowly back and forth. I almost felt like the worst part was knowing I had the choice—I could get off in East LA, or I could go to Beverly Hills but not do the weird, mortifying platinum thing.
I knew I would do it, though. I waited to tap ‘Schedule My Photoshoot’ until the only passengers on the bus were a middle-aged manager type and me. The rest of the young women, as well as the men, had gotten off in East LA. I had stayed in my seat, thinking I should get up and get off but somehow glued there.
The bus pulled out. I tapped the link.
Six timeslots available tomorrow in your apartment complex!
* * *
The photographer rang the doorbell of my gorgeous new apartment at exactly 10:00 the next morning. The screen built into my new nightstand flashed, and the apartment’s artificial feminine voice said, “Visitor at the door. Selecta-certified photographer Mary Smith.”
I still didn’t know my way around, and I bumped into the back of the couch as I stumbled from under the covers straight toward the front door. I had a small bedroom with a surprisingly big bed, and a slightly larger living room. The kitchen and dining area had a table for two, off to the left as I found my way in the darkness; the blackout curtains, I couldn’t help noticing, blocked out the light completely.
To help me sleep?I wondered. More likely for complete privacy. One thing I’d learned on the forums was that sponsors generally preferred to take SA girls back to their subsidized apartments for thosemore intimate moments. It felt a bit invasive, but it undoubtedly represented the reason I had such a nice apartment.
For the convenience of my sponsor, I thought a little sourly as I made my way almost blindly toward the front door.
Indeed, ‘for the convenience of your sponsor’ seemed to be a phrase that popped up a lot in the SA app’s instructions and advice concerning my new life.
For the convenience of your sponsor, it’s a good idea to keep your calendar free in the evenings.
For the convenience of your sponsor, when you accept his allowance offer, the controls of your apartment will be put at his disposal.
Neither of those sent the anxiety crawling in my belly, though, the way the one I saw in the ‘Dating Do’s and Don’ts’ section did.
For the convenience of your sponsor, we suggest wearing skirts and dresses on your dates, rather than pants.
I put my hands out to steady myself on the couch and turn toward where I remembered the front door being. The feeling of the high-end upholstery under my fingers reminded me of my new home’s opulence, despite its size: the way the door had opened automatically to my touch as it sensed the information from the SA app on my phone; the stunningly high-end design that had greeted my eyes when I had walked in late the previous night; the fridge fully stocked with prepared food.
