The Mission

It had been a long time since Ginger had called on me. She clearly wanted to spare me after the time she spent with her shareholder. But I could see my accounts starting to dwindle. My studies and lifestyle didn't allow me to wait too long. So I was happy to walk through the door of her office. She was there, waiting, watching me silently, for me to speak first, as usual.

• Hello, madam, nice to see you again.

She smiled.

• Hello Teyla, are you feeling well?

I nodded.

• Completely recovered, and ready for anything.
• Well, I just have something rare and original. She's going to request the presence of 10 of my best girls. Emma will be there.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at this news.

• But it will be a BDSM orgy organized by the largest private BDSM club, to which we are affiliated to provide them with girls. It pays very well, but the girls must be ready for anything, I mean anything, and be ready to prove their enthusiasm and pleasure no matter what. It will be filmed for members around the world. It will take place over several days. You'd better be in top shape. Simon will take you there, he will ensure your safety but also punish you if you disappoint me. Still okay?
• Yes, ma'am.
• Well, you have a month to get into top shape. I'm not kidding, you'll be pushing the limits of your body, your willpower, maybe even your sanity.

I lowered my eyes slightly, feeling a shiver of excitement mixed with apprehension run down the back of my neck. The silence between us thickened, broken only by the slight creak of the leather of her chair as Ginger adjusted her position.

• Go get ready, don't disappoint me.
• Thank you, ma'am, I'll be up to it.

When I left his office, I redoubled my efforts to prepare myself physically, nutritionally, and psychologically—everything so that by the end of the month, I'd be as ready as ever.

I walked through the door with a determined step, the heady scent of Ginger still lingering in my nostrils. The hallway was silent, lit by a dim light that made the dark wood walls shimmer. My fingers tightened on the handle for a moment before releasing their grip, as if to anchor myself in this precise moment. Somewhere in the building, an elevator rumbled, its distant hum a reminder that the world continued around me.

I only took the core classes that were vital for my studies; for the rest, it boiled down to sports: gymnastics, beauty, diet, a real Olympic workout, but I valiantly maintained the shape that made me an eternal teenager who so pleased the clients.