It was a fairly straightforward question.
"How many cocks do you think you can handle in a row?"
"Vaginally, you mean?" Evelyn asked in return.
"Correct."
Evelyn took a moment to think. She wanted her answer to be as precise and measured as possible. After all, she wanted to be here. More specifically, she had chosen the services of
D & S Envy
to find something suitable for her.
What she hadn't anticipated was the litany of sexually based questions. They were a complete surprise. Evelyn was a grad student for an elite Art institute. Like many young people in their mid-20's, Evelyn still hadn't found her footing in life. All she knew was that she loved fashion and art. If she could find a career combining both interests, which provided a livable wage, it would be a blessing.
This pursuit was something of a side gig. It might boost her resume, since this organization was well known in certain art circles. So she spent some time pondering the answer to the question: How many cocks could she handle in a row?
Evelyn tried to think of an honest answer while the lady in the thick framed glasses glared at her. It seemed odd that such a refined person had asked a lewd question. Her attention was drawn to a painting that hung above the woman. It was a well done copy of a Picasso which featured several naked women.
"Maybe three I'm guessing," Evelyn said, as she stared at the painting. "That's just a guess. And it depends on how long they last."
Evelyn only answered honestly because she figured it might have been some bizarre test of her ability to handle stress. After all, fashion work can be quite difficult, more so than people realize.
The woman took notes. "So, if they were quick, perhaps you could handle more?"
"Probably."
"Excellent," the woman said, while taking more notes.
Evelyn shifted in her seat. "Is there a reason you're asking me these questions? I mean, is it relevant to anything?"
"That depends."
"On?"
The woman put the clipboard down and took off her glasses. "I know you're looking for a standard modeling gig. Perhaps something where you just stand around and look pretty. I can easily provide that for you. You're attractive and confident; those are important qualities."
"Thank you."
"But I have something else in mind for you."
Evelyn slowly nodded, and tried to figure out where the woman was headed. "Well, I'm open to any suggestions."
"Are you comfortable with sex?"
Was this really a question?
"I try to be. I mean, I'm open minded, if that's what you're asking."
The woman resumed taking notes. "Wildest thing you've done? Sexually speaking."
"Is this really necessary?"
"Absolutely, if you want this particular gig."
"Can you at least tell me about it first?" Evelyn asked.
"Not unless you're deemed qualified. It's a highly exclusive affair."
Evelyn composed herself. "I've had a sort-of threesome."
"Sort of?"
"It was during my sophomore year of college... with my ex-boyfriend and his roommate. It was crazy and none of us really knew what we were doing."
"Do you ever think about participating in something like that again?"
"I won't answer that unless you tell me more about this job," Evelyn huffed, trying to be more assertive. "These questions are intrusive, maybe even illegal."
The woman gave a long pause and then, a fake smile. "Thank you for coming. I'll forward my notes and your information to my boss. If she agrees with my assessment, maybe she'll contact you. However, I can't make any guarantees."
"Oh, well, okay, thanks for your time."
Evelyn stood awkwardly and debated whether or not to shake hands with this rude woman. Nonetheless, good manners are a virtue and so Evelyn extended her hand. The woman stood, grasped her hand and shook it firmly.
***
About two weeks had passed and Evelyn hadn't heard anything in regards to that interview. It was still very confusing though. Initially, she thought she had impressed the woman. Then she got the boot.
Life moved on and Evelyn went about her humdrum student life. She focused on her classes and obsessively looked for internships or opportunities on the side. There were a few things, but none that paid or were suitable for an academic schedule.
One night, after going out to the theater with friends, Evelyn crashed in bed with her laptop and checked her social media updates. It was all the usual stuff and she noted a few emails as well. One in particular, caught her eye. She was shocked to see that it was from the company, whose interview she thought she had blown.
She opened the message entitled: Job Offer
Ms. Evelyn Hayes,
You reached out to our company a while ago. I looked at your portfolio and I may have something for you. It pays extremely well. But money shouldn't be your primary motivator. This job is highly unusual. If you accept this offer, it should be for the unique life experience. And I can assure you, it will be life changing. I suspect you'll be interested in hearing the details of this offer.
Contact me and we can arrange something.
Laura,
Director of D & S Envy
Even though she had mentally cursed these people, and swore to never speak with them again, Evelyn nearly jumped out of her bed. She was beyond excited. She sat upright and immediately worked on her response. Hopefully, the Director was still online and would give an instant reply.
She fired off an email that expressed her interest, carefully crafted so that she didn't appear desperate, and hoped for the best.
It wasn't long before she received a reply, which was brief and curt.
I'm assuming you're at home. I'm at work and can have someone pick you up in 30 minutes. Interested? Answer immediately.
She checked the time. It was 9:54 pm, and it struck her as odd that the Director of the company wanted to meet with her late. What the hell was this about, anyway?
But the fact remained that people in the art world, whom Evelyn knew and respected, had frequent contact with this group. And if it was good enough for them, it was good enough for her. So she replied saying she was interested. Immediately, she received a response informing her that a driver would arrive in 30 minutes.
Now the main question was, what was should she wear? Setting the laptop aside she went straight to her closet and looked for the right ensemble. She wanted to showcase her fashion sense without overdoing it.
Finally, Evelyn settled on tight blue jean pants, a white button down shirt, and a thin sleek black jacket. For panache, she chose a pair of silver strappy heeled shoes. She put on a few touches of makeup; not enough to look glamorous, but not so little that she looked plain. After looking in the mirror, she knew the right balance had been struck for the impromptu night time meeting.
The whole process took longer than she thought, and 20 minutes later, she left her small apartment and waited in the downstairs lobby for her ride to arrive.
Sure enough, a black Mercedes soon pulled into the parking lot. She exchanged identification with the driver and after everything checked out, she entered the black car.
Looking out the window, she felt incredibly nervous as they passed through the city. Minute by minute, the buildings became smaller until eventually, the car left the city limits.
They drove through a neighborhood with which Evelyn was unfamiliar. It wasn't long until they turned into the driveway of their destination. It was a country club, which required the driver to enter passcode so that the car could proceed through the gates.
Evelyn wondered where this night would lead. As the car pulled up to the entrance of the lavish building, she knew this was a major opportunity for her.
"Hang on a second," the driver said as he parked in front. "Let me text the boss that you've arrived."
The driver texted the Director, and a few seconds later, he received a response.
"You can go inside now," he said, kindly. "I'll park around the corner. When you're done, I'll be here to take you home."
"How long do you think this will take?" Evelyn asked.
"I don't know. An hour maybe. It's just an interview."
"Thank you. I appreciate it."
She left the car and walked up the stairs to the country club. A staff member opened the door and provided a standard greeting, 'Good evening. Welcome.'
Inside, the building was grand as expected. A few tired looking staff members unpacked boxes and crates which were laying around the main room. There was an abundance of tables and chairs on one side of the room that hadn't yet been arranged.
Then Evelyn saw the woman whom she was certain was Laura. Even though it looked like the woman had been hard at work for many hours, she managed to appear sassy. Evelyn estimated that Laura must have been in her 40's. She was dressed in tight fitting pants, heels, and a silk blouse with her sleeves rolled up past her elbows. Her blonde hair was tied in a messy ponytail and she was carrying an iPad with her.
When their eyes met, no friendly greeting ensued; instead Laura made a gesture for Evelyn to come over to a table sitting in the middle of the large room. Laura walked over to the table and saw three pieces of paper placed neatly in a row, with a pen on top.
"Sign here, here, and here," Laura said. "They're standard non-disclosure forms. Take a moment to read them over, then we'll talk."
"What if I don't want to sign?"
"Then the driver will take you home. It's your choice, sweetheart."
Attitude. While Evelyn was shocked by Laura's rudeness, she also admired the woman's direct approach. Evelyn looked at the documents, which seemed to have been formally written by a lawyer. They all had the official markings of
D & S Envy.
The terms seemed simple and straightforward enough.
So she signed it.
