Andy Follows Him

The other room was completely empty. Well not empty per se, but it didn’t have much real furniture. Two cameras were set up and facing two distinct sets: one, a backdrop like the one you’d use for pictures and the other a lone bed.

Andy was a little taken aback, but she didn’t have time to react. Mr. Greeley took her and deposited her in front of the backdrop.

“Just one second my dear,” he said as he fiddled with the camera. Andy clutched her purse to her chest, unsure of what to do.

When he was finally done he looked back up at her and said “I’m just going to ask you a few questions about yourself ok Andy? We’ll record them here and input them into our system so you can be matched with dates. How does that sound?

“Erm, ok…Andy said nervously.”

“First, what is your full name, age, height, and weight.”

“Oh, ah, Andy Marie Simpson, 19, 5’7, er…125 pounds…”

“Good, and your cup size?”

“Oh, ah, 3B?” Andy was a little taken aback by the question, she wasn’t expecting something that personal.

“And how many sexual partners?”

“Excuse me?”

“How many people have you had sex with Andy.” Mr. Greeley looked up at her.

“Why would you need to know that?” She stammered.

“As I said, our clientele pays a lot of money for the best possible service. They want to know everything about the women they’re dating. If you don’t want to continue you don’t have to, but you won’t get any money if you do.”

Andy bit her lip, this was a gross question…but she did need the money desperately.

“2…” she squeaked.

“And have you ever had anal sex?”

She turned bright red. “No sir.”

“Swallowed a load?”

“O-once…”

“Very good, Andy you’re being a very very good girl. Now, as I said our clientele is very demanding and they want to know everything about their dates. Would you be open to pulling your dress down, just a little? Just so we can see those amazing breasts your hiding.”