the contract

in a dry tone accustomed to obeying Ginger told her

• leave us now the rest is none of your business.

Emma withdrew discreetly, closing the door behind her with a muffled click. I remained seated, my eyes fixed on Ginger, who had settled herself behind her desk, her hands clasped in front of her. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the ticking of a wall clock. I could feel her gaze on me, heavy and assessing, but I refused to lower my eyes.

Ginger finally leaned back in her chair, a slight smile playing on her lips.

• well you are promising, you are beautiful, innocent, you like pain, a real masochist clients like that, what days of the week would you be available?
• outside of my classes and occasionally but only if I am notified well in advance.

she pouted but nodded,

• okay it's limited but it should be profitable, with your innocent lolita look you'll have customers ready to make concessions or pay more.

Ginger leaned forward, her elbows on the desk, and her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made me shiver. She opened a drawer and took out a contract in duplicate, which she pushed towards me with a pen. "Here is the contract, read it carefully before signing it. You are free to refuse, but if you sign, you will be bound to me for a period of six months renewable for a year after we will see after a trial period of one month"

I took the contract and began to read, my eyes scanning the pages with a certain apprehension, everything was clear seriously.

• I trust you ma'am, I know that you are keen for everything to be clear.

I signed both copies.

She nodded, and put down an envelope from which notes spilled out,

• there are 3,000 pounds sterling, I counted it with our catalog and rounded up for your behavior.

I looked at the amount with a surprised look, barely containing my surprise and joy.

• here all work deserves pay, what did you think you were doing volunteer work?

I took the envelope, my fingers brushing the banknotes, and slipped it into my pocket with a feeling of relief and gratitude. Ginger looked at me with a satisfied smile, as if she was pleased to see her investment bear fruit. She leaned back in her chair, her hands clasped behind her head, and fixed me with an intense gaze.

• Now, it's time to discuss the details, she said, her voice taking on a more professional tone. You will have to learn to behave according to the desires of our clients, in 5 days you will have your first mission, you will be accompanied by Emma, ​​they are a couple a dominant sadist and her husband a sexual obsessive, I warn you you will suffer but it will be the last proof that you are up to the task in a real situation.

Ginger's eyes did not leave mine as she continued to speak.

• You will have to learn to be obedient and follow all their orders, no matter how degrading or painful they may be. You will be their toy, their ****, they are good clients who like to have the first news.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I tried to process her words. I knew this job would be difficult, but I never imagined it would be like this.

Ginger must have seen the fear in my eyes, because she leaned forward and placed a reassuring hand on mine.

-Don't worry, you will be well rewarded for your efforts, especially since they are generous in money and perversions, Emma will accompany you to do the count and check that everything is going well, that's how it is when a service is done outside our premises. You will one day also be an escort, even if it is less well paid, it is a contractual obligation and Emma volunteered.

Ginger's hand on mine was warm and reassuring, but it was not enough to calm the beating of my heart. I felt her intense gaze on me, as if she could see the thoughts swirling in my head. I swallowed hard, trying to find my words, but my voice was barely audible.

• Y-yes, ma'am, I understand, I stammered, trying to hide my fear, but in reality she had aroused my excitement

Ginger smiled slightly, as if she knew exactly what I was feeling.

• Emma will drive you home so you can recover, get to know her, she will be your sponsor at our establishment, Ginger said, her voice still calm and professional. She stood up from her chair, her skirt flying slightly around her legs, and walked around her desk to stand next to me. She placed a hand on my shoulder, her touch light but firm, and pulled me up from my chair.