“Good.”
The questioning went on and on, and eventually he was handed a list of kinks and sex acts and asked to check off which ones he would be willing to participate in. The list was LONG, way longer than he would have guessed. He didn’t know some of the words, and had to ask the matchmaker for explanations on a few, but ended up not checking any of those because they sounded gross or scary. Remi wasn’t exactly a prude. He’d had sex before, and he was a 21 year old who lived alone and had access to a laptop. He’d watched plenty of porn and had an idea of what he wanted in bed. So he checked off the boxes for the things that he’d be okay with participating in, feeling his face go red as he handed it back to the matchmaker and watched her read over it.
Anal Sex
Oral Sex
Handjobs
Phone Sex/Sexting
Masturbating (with partner)
Dry Humping/Grinding
Intercrural Sex
Face Sitting/Rimming (recipient)
Facials/Cumshots
Semi-Public Sex
Gagging
Dirty Talk/Humiliation
Spanking
Begging
Blindfolds/Sensory Deprivation
Light Bondage
Hair Pulling
Toys
Lingerie/Panties
Orgasm Denial
Daddy Kink
Praise Kink
After a few moments, the matchmaker slipped the sheet of paper into the stack that she was filling out before looking up at him and folding her hands on her desk.
“I think you are a perfect candidate for our services. So, our next steps are to get your pregnancy and STI tests done. We have a team in-house who can do it on site, and once that’s cleared we just need to get your contract signed, take your portfolio photos and you’re good to go.”
“Okay.”
Remi was led to another part of the office, which looked like a little medical center. He was sat down and had blood drawn. He waited about thirty minutes and he guessed his tests had cleared because he was brought back to Ms. Swift’s office to read and sign his contract and fill out his personal information documents. He read and filled out everything carefully and made sure that there was nothing suspicious in it before signing his name at the bottom and handing it back.
Remi felt ridiculous as he was led to a little photo studio and sat in different spots as a photographer took a bunch of pictures of him from every angle. He’d never modeled before and it was kind of embarrassing. He did his best, trying to smooth his face into his usual ‘selfie face’. He was given several changes of clothes and moved around from location to location in the studio to get him in different lighting and backdrops. He didn’t really understand why they needed all this. If the person was attracted to him, then that was enough, right? But they were the experts, so he kept quiet and did as he was told, posing and moving as directed.
Finally, Remi dressed back in his own clothes and was led back to the elevator by the photographer. As they walked through the hall, he caught an intoxicating scent in the air, like coffee and the dark, bitter chocolate he always craved when he was in heat, mixed with a darker scent of earthy male. An alpha scent. He took several deep breaths, looking around for the source, but finding none. Some part of him wanted to seek out the owner of the dark, rich scent, but he controlled himself and bid the photographer farewell.