Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Welcome, Haley,” Marielle smiled. “Can I call you that? I always like to be on a first name basis with my girls.”
“Of course,” I said, nodding while taking a seat in the chair before her desk. “It’s nice to meet you. This is a nice office too.”
“Thank you,” she said, sitting forward in her chair before sizing me up. Literally, Marielle’s eyes went down over my figure and then back up, as if taking my measurements. “Yes, you’ll do.”
I blinked a bit because it’s weird to be so obviously scrutinized as if I were being fitted for a wedding gown. But maybe that’s normal in these situations because physical health is paramount for egg donors. Prospective parents want a woman who takes care of herself, and I knew I was the picture of health with my long, glossy hair and clear skin.
“So do you see a lot of potential donors each day?” I ask with a smile. “You probably got a lot of responses to your ad, right?”
Marielle pursed her lips for a moment and then nodded.
“We do get a lot of responses,” she acknowledged, “but it’s important to meet all of our girls in person because you know how AI is these days. A lot of women use filters to smooth out wrinkles and to make themselves appear younger than they are.”
“Oh, I use filters too, sometimes,” I say. “You know, to put on cat ears, or to pretend that I’m a fairy.”
“That’s fine,” Marielle says in a smooth tone. “But a photo wouldn’t do you justice because you’re the picture of health and beauty, Haley. How old are you again?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Perfect,” Marielle practically purred. “And you’re not on birth control, right? That’s important for the process.”
“No, I’m not,” I confirmed. “I don’t have a boyfriend or husband, so there’s no need. My system works great on its own, so I’m good to go!”
Again, Marielle smiled like a cat who’d gotten into the cream.
“Perfect,” she reiterated. “But let me be upfront with you, Haley. This isn’t egg donation with a lot of drugs or machines. Instead, we’re looking for girls to donate their eggs in a more traditional manner.”
I scrunch my brow.
“What do you mean?” I ask in a slow tone. “I’m sorry, I haven’t done this before so I’m not super-familiar with the process.”
The middle-aged woman leaned back, steepling her hands before going in for the kill.
“Basically, we’re looking for girls to be auctioned,” she clarified. “You will be primped and prepped until you’re a vision, and then powerful billionaires will bid on your assets. You will share your curves with them for a special night and be paid handsomely as a result. Many of our girls adore the experience and come back to be sold again and again.”
“Sold?” I gasp, the blood rushing to my cheeks. “As in for money? Like an escort?”
“We don’t like to use the word ‘escort,’” Marielle said in a measured tone, as if we were discussing a completely normal business transaction. “But yes, you’d be expected to fulfill a handsome billionaire’s needs for one night. That’s not so bad, is it? Quite a few of our girls are very wealthy women now, solely from this job. It beats working at Starbucks, that’s for sure.”
I gaped at her, unable to believe my ears. But then my mouth emitted words before I could control the impulse.
“How much are we talking for one night?”
Marielle smiled wickedly, one corner of her lips turning up.
“Well, let’s see. You’re twenty-one and very beautiful, with an air of innocence that many of our customers value. But let me ask you a very personal question: are you also untouched?”
I stared at the middle-aged woman.
“Do you mean if I’m a virgin?” I managed to squeak.
“Yes, exactly.”
Oh my god, where was this line of questioning going? But I swallowed hard and nodded.
“I’ve played around with boys a bit, but yes, I’m a virgin,” I managed in a choked voice. “I’ve never gotten to home base with anyone.”
“Perfect,” Marielle said. “It raises your going rate by quite a lot, you know. Men will pay good money to be a young woman’s first. It’s the teaching experience they enjoy. I’d say you’d go for ... well, let’s see,” she mentally calculated. “Minimum a hundred thousand, if not quite a bit more.”
My jaw dropped to the floor as my eyes grew as round as saucers.
“One hundred thousand dollars for one night?” I whispered, my heart beating erratically.
“Oh yes, minimum,” Marielle said in a breezy voice. “We set floors for our girls, and the minimum bids generally start at a hundred thousand for a virgin. But you’re very pretty, so I’d expect you to go for much more.”
My mind whirred as my palms grasped the arms of the chair. A sweat broke out on my brow as my pulse raced, but I already knew what I had to do.