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The application mentioned an interview. Great. It was bad enough that I had to put this all on paper, but now I had to answer questions about it, too. And who would be doing the interview? Hopefully not Bain. Anybody but him. Well, anybody but him, Nyla or Bas. All three options sucked.
I made my way through the application as quickly as I could. It started with all the basic info: name, age, birthdate, and address, and went on to ask about health history and BDSM experience. Most of it was short answers, or yes or no questions, but on the final page they practically wanted an essay on each question. They'd left enough room for one, at least.
I read through them.
What are your strengths and weaknesses? How do you think these will affect your Rent-A-Daddy experience?
What services are you hoping for your Daddy to fulfill?
What goals are you hoping to reach?
Is there anything we need to know before we pair you with a potential Daddy?
I answered them all as best I could, trying for honesty and objectivity. It was hard to be objective when the thing you wanted was on the line, but I did my best, waxing poetic about wanting a work/life balance, needing to feel like there was somebody who cared about how I was feeling and if my needs were being met, and knowing I needed to take time for self care. I didn't mention that the kids were running me ragged, the bills were piling up, and I was one bad day away from quitting my job or being fired. That stuff could be saved for later, because if I thought about any of it too hard I might cry, and then I would be even more mortified and I'd probably panic and leave.
I finished answering the last question and pulled my shrug tighter around me. The air in the club was cold and I was shivering. That was probably the nerves.
The door opened and Bain returned. Walking straight up to me, he grabbed my application packet and thumbed through it.
Still, he remained mostly expressionless, other than a few quick eyebrow raises.
"Is it okay?" I asked. I couldn't take the silence.
He reached under the counter, pulled open a drawer and slapped another packet in front of me. This one was only three pages.
"We require a three month contract. It's four hundred dollars a month. You pay it all up front, and if you cancel early, you eat the cost, unless, of course, we break our end of the contract in some way, but that won’t happen."
He said it like he expected me to balk, like he knew I couldn't afford it. I couldn't. At this point, I also couldn't afford not to. I had the money in savings. There were a million other things I could and should use it for, but I wasn't about to back out now.
"I'm aware,” I told him with a nod. "But… isn’t there supposed to be an interview? Shouldn't I sign the contract after that?"
"The interview helps us determine if you're a good fit for the program, what your most pressing needs are, and how we can best fill them. It also helps us determine who you should be paired with. In your case, we've already answered all those questions, so the interview is an unnecessary formality. Negotiations will come after the contract has been signed by both parties."
I looked around the empty club, dread pooling in my stomach. "You already know who you're going to pair me with?" I asked, signing my name to the bottom of page two and moving on to the last page. "Who is it?"
Bain just nodded at the contract, indicating that he wanted me to finish signing it first. I laid down my last signature and flipped back to page one. Slamming it closed, I pushed it across the bar. "Who are you going to pair me with?" I repeated.
"Payment," he prompted. I clicked away on my banking app on my phone, transferring money from my savings to my checking and handed him my card.
"Please answer me,” I pleaded, a pit forming in my stomach. He ignored me and ran my card, drawing up a handwritten receipt I didn't need. What was I going to do, claim the expense on my taxes?
"Okay, thank you. That’s done. I’s are dotted, t’s are crossed. Payment is made," I huffed impatiently. "Can you please tell me now?"
Bain finally looked at me then. His eyes sparkled with amusement that didn't match his hard jawline or his lips that were set into a straight line. "Me. You're going to be paired with me."
My heart started racing. My throat felt like I'd just swallowed a cactus. My hands were cold and sweaty at the same time, and I couldn't feel my legs. If I stood up, I'd probably fall over. My mouth opened and closed like a fish, and I couldn't speak past the lump in my throat.
If Bain could tell any of these things, he was unmoved by my reaction. He reached forward and closed my mouth by lightly gripping my chin and pushing upward, and then he winked.
"I believe the answer you're looking for, sweetie, is yes, sir. Or better yet, yes Daddy."
Chapter Three
Jasmine
“I, um…I…uh…” My jaw dropped open and I closed it quickly, but I couldn’t keep myself from stuttering as I stared at him. Bain wanted to be my Daddy? Worse, he wanted me to call him Daddy? Here? Now? Already? “I…um,” I swallowed around the lump in my throat and willed myself to act normally while my brain flashed with images of our night together. “Isn’t this moving kind of fast?”
“I just figured you’d want to get your money’s worth.” The look Bain gave me sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t that the look was inherently dominant or gave off any sort of Daddy vibe; more like it was knowing, like he could see right through me and into my meager bank account. Worse, like he could see right through my clothes and knew what I looked like naked.
