Jack comes to seal the deal

Vanessa sighed. Did someone figure out her hotel room after all? She decided to ignore the knocking. As she sank deeper into the tub, Vanessa heard the beep of the keycard reader and the sound of the door opening. Feeling a sense of unease creeping up on her, Vanessa slowly lifted her head to see who had entered her room. To her horror, she saw Jack standing in the doorway, a smug grin on his face.

"I thought you might need some company," he said, walking towards the tub. Jack was holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses. Without asking for permission, he stripped naked and joined Vanessa in the large jacuzzi. Vanessa gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw Jack standing there, smirking at her. She felt trapped, the water rising up to her chest as he climbed into the jacuzzi.

"I-I didn't invite you in."

"No? Your bracelet tells me otherwise. Or would you rather I give you a non co-op rating?", Jack said with a predatory grin. Vanessa felt a wave of anger wash over her at Jack's arrogance. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to barge into her room and act like this. Then again, she couldn't afford any of this and was in a **** need of a hiding place. As Vanessa tried to figure out how to handle this situation, Jack popped the cork on the champagne and poured them each a glass. He then offered her a glass, his grin never leaving his face. Vanessa took a deep breath and **** a smile.

"Oh, um... thank you," she said, reaching out to take the glass. As she brought it to her lips, she glanced over at Jack, trying to gauge his next move. He sat back in the jacuzzi, taking a sip of his champagne.

"So, Vanessa," he began, his voice smooth as silk. "You really are quite the looker. I must admit, I wasn't sure what to expect when I saw you pop up on the app." Vanessa tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she sipped her champagne. She wasn't sure if she should try to ask Jack more about the Free Use Initiative or just be quiet and get whatever was about to happen next, over with as quickly as possible. As Vanessa finished her sip of champagne, she decided to take a chance and inquire about the Free Use Initiative.

"So, Jack," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "Can you tell me more about the Free Use Initiative? I'm not really sure how it works."

"You aren't? But you must know about the body type registry and the app? That's why you're here, right? Because you can't sleep at home anymore?" Vanessa felt her cheeks redden at Jack's question.

"I-I didn't know about the registry or the app until recently," she stammered. "I just needed a place to stay and figured this would be a safe option."

Jack chuckled, shaking his head. "Ah, Vanessa. You're not the first FUT to check into our hotel. But I sure am glad I had the penthouse suite free when you needed it."

Jack continued, a glint in his eye. "But enough about that. As for the Free Use Initiative, it's quite simple, really. You see, we've got a pool of targets like yourself who fill a certain niche and a few of us who need some company that fits our preferences."

"Yes, I have learned that I am a shortstack", Vanessa said.

Jack laughed heartily at Vanessa's comment. "Well said, Vanessa. That's why you're here, isn't it? You're a shortstack, a rare breed these days. And I must say, you're quite the catch. Your body type is perfect for someone like me."

Vanessa felt a weird mix of pride and disgust hearing Jack call her a "rare breed".

"I am curious, what other body types are in the initiative?", Vanessa asked Jack. Jack leaned back in his seat, taking another sip of his champagne.

"Oh, there are quite a few," he said, grinning. "We've got the tall and lanky ones, the buxom beauties, the musclebound type... the list goes on."

"I see", Vanessa said, "and the guy said something about being able to leave after a week... and a possible **** enrollment after a month?"

"Yes, you will be rotated with a similar bodytype next month... well Vanessa, since you're the only shortstack in this town, you're kinda out of luck..." As he finished his sentence, Jack's gaze locked onto Vanessa's, a predatory gleam in his eyes. She swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in her stomach.

"So, Vanessa," he purred, setting his champagne flute down on the table beside him.

"I can see you're nervous," he continued, reaching out to gently caress her cheek. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I promise I'll take good care of you. But my care comes with a price." Vanessa felt a chill run down her spine at Jack's touch, but she **** herself to stay calm.

What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Jack leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Well, darling," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Let's just say that if I am giving you the best bed in town for free, you will need to allow me to test the structural integrity of that bed."

Vanessa felt her heart race as she tried to comprehend what Jack was implying. She knew this was part of the deal, but hearing it out loud made it all too real. She took a deep breath and tried to maintain her composure. "I understand," she said slowly.