THE MEETING
We first met Svetlana, the talent scout for Fuckdolls, when I won my college gymnastic completion. She came straight over after I received the medal and introduced herself to me and my parents. I could see she was checking me out the whole time my long athletic legs, tight muscular ass, rock hard stomach muscles, and firm tits sticking out from my tight athletic top.
"Hi, I'm Svetlana," she said. "I work for Fuckdolls, have you heard of them?"
"No," we replied.
"Fuckdolls was established 4 years ago when the laws permitting contractual sexual slavery were introduced. We recruit teenagers on 3 year contracts as sex slaves for our wealthy clients."
We looked at her horrified, "What the hell do you mean sex slave!!" screamed my father.
"Just that." she replied calmly. "Everyone wins in our deal, come with me and I'll explain."
Shocked, but curious we followed her to her hotel room. In the room she took charge immediately.
"You'll be comfortable on the sofa over there," she said to my parents with an authority impossible to ignore. I could imagine her in thigh length leather boots and leather bikini cracking her whip!
"Leticia, you sit there on the stool!"
I obeyed as if I had no choice.
"Do you plan to go to university?"
"Yes" I replied, "I want to. My grades are good enough but we can't afford it. My parents and I have talked about it and we think it's better if I get a job, save some money and then look at university in 5 or 6 years time."
"That's where Fuckdolls can help. If your daughter signs a 3 year contract with Fuckdolls," she said to my father, "then you will be paid $10,000 a year and Leticia will get $100,000 a year."
"Leticia, we will pay the $100,000 into an account in your name. As well, you will be educated by some of the world's best teachers. At the end of your contract we guarantee you will be admitted to one of the world's most prestigious universities of your choice. Of course we will pay all fees."
"Are you interested?"
My parents and I looked at each other; all thinking the same thing ... this is too good to be true. At least let's try it. "Yes, we're interested." we said.