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confused.”
     
    “About what?”
     
    “So…this sounds like I'm supposed to pretend to be your girlfriend.”
     
    “Yes, that is part of the job. A big part of the job actually. The public part.”
     
    The public part. I wondered what the private part amounted to. I flipped over to page three, page four.
     
    The applicant agrees to provide sexual relations on demand, to include vaginal, oral, and anal sex. The applicant agrees to comply with regular blood testing and remain monogamous while in the employ of Jeremy Gray, excepting group sexual encounters at the discretion of Jeremy Gray, to include but not limited to m/m/f, f/f/m, f/f/m/m, m/m/m/f encounters.
     
    The applicant understands that she will act as submissive and/or sexual slave to give comfort and relaxation in private, and function as a loving and affectionate girlfriend in public, and under no circumstances will behave in any way that exhibits or suggests her submissive status in public.
     
    The applicant understands the protocols and expectations of the dominant and submissive relationship and agrees to comply with all requested protocols in private, to include obedience, sexual subservience, and constant availability.
     
    Sexual subservience and use may include but is not limited to sexual intercourse, the use of erotic toys and aids, the use of multiple partners and multiple penetration, the withholding and control of orgasms, sexual objectification, and diverse sexual practices, which the applicant may or may not find repugnant.
     
    The papers fluttered from my fingertips. There was more, much more, but I had seen enough. The knot in my throat made it impossible to speak, and I couldn't look at him, so I simply stood and started to walk. Walk away, walk outside, walk home. I didn't care. I didn't care as long as I was walking away from him.
     
    But of course he followed. He took my elbow, and we waited for his car. He helped me in like nothing in the world was wrong, tipped the valet, started driving. I fumed beside him on the seat. How dare he? Just because he was some big-time movie star, that gave him the right to try to hire me as his personal slave? To spring his contract on me, to humiliate me?
     
    “Nell, listen…”
     
    “Please, just take me home.”
     
    “Talk to me, Nell.”
     
    I turned on him. “What do you want me to say? You said you wanted an assistant. Someone to help you, keep you organized—”
     
    “It does help! It does keep me organized!”
     
    “You lied to me! Do you have any idea how humiliating this is? You wanted to hire me to be your sex slave! You might have mentioned that sometime before now—”
     
    “And if I had, what would you have done? The same thing you're doing now. Pretending to be outraged and running away—”
     
    “Pretending? No, I'm really outraged, Jeremy! This…this setup, those documents—it's all sick, reprehensible—”
     
    “Reprehensible? A little perverse, yes. But this is what you do, isn't it?”
     
    He looked over at me, but I refused to meet his eyes. I clamped my mouth shut and crossed my legs more tightly. So he was hot. So what? He didn't turn me on. If that's true, a voice inside me whispered, why are your panties so damp? I huffed again to myself and stared out the window.
     
    “Look, let's cut the drama. Okay?” Jeremy said. “I know that you're for sale, and that you're available. I know you're a professional.”
     
    “You know that how?”
     
    “Because I already have a personal assistant who does things for me. Like find other types of assistants.”
     
    “Let me guess.” I seethed. “His name is Kyle.”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “You and your assistant are the reason I'm out of work!”
     
    “Yes, but I never intended you to be out of work very long. I wanted you to work for me.”
     
    “Why this song and dance? Why didn't you just come to me at the club?”
     
    “Come to you at the club? I'm Jeremy Gray. I'm a little bit famous, in case