The Arrangement

Chapter One

Blair

I have no fucking idea what I am doing in this penthouse apartment. Well, that's not completely true I know exactly why I'm here; I just don't understand why or how I let Tiffany talk me into this.

Okay again that's not completely true either, the 50K a month 'allowance' was definitely the bit that did it for me.

But when I really think about what I'm about to get involved in it hits me that I definitely didn't quite comprehend what my life for the next three months was going to be like.

Especially not as I stare down at the contracts laid out in front of me like this is some kind of normal business arrangement instead of me preparing to sign myself over to four men I have never met, purely for their own pleasure.

This is crazy.

I've actually well and truly lost my fucking mind. There's no doubt about it.

Okay I'm sure anyone that knows me wouldn't exactly describe me as being someone that has her shit together. But this, this right here is a new stretch even by my standards.

I take a deep breath, letting the weight of everything settle over me like a heavy blanket. The sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the sleek marble floor. I can see the city sprawled out beneath me, a bustling hive of activity that feels both thrilling and terrifying. It's a stark contrast to the chaos swirling around in my mind right now.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? I glance at the contracts again, each line filled with legal jargon that feels more suffocating than the last. I can't shake the feeling that I'm standing at the edge of a cliff, peering into the abyss below. It's exhilarating, yes, but it's also terrifying.

Especially after having to sign an NDA before being left to read through bullet point after bullet point of 'limits' and being given three highlighters to mark through them all. Red, yellow and green. All the assistant told me before she left was to highlight red for definite no, yellow for maybe and green for yes.

It feels absurd to be sitting here, toying with the idea of marking my boundaries with vibrant colors, as if this were some sort of game rather than a life-altering decision. Yet I still filled out the whole thing. Alarmingly surprised with how many green lines there actually are. Some yellow and just a few red, such as anal fisting. That one I didn't even have to think about and I've never reached for a highlighter so fast before.

I'm not a prude, I like to experiment when it comes to sex. But there's experimenting and boundaries I will not cross. Having someone's fist shoved up my ass is definitely one of them boundaries. Urination also highlighted in red for that matter.

I knew when Tif said she found the perfect way for me to pay off my dad's medical bills and have money left over to finally get my degree. I knew that it would be a terrible idea. Yet here I am sat waiting in this surprisingly comforting study waiting for these men to show their faces.

In truth I have no idea what I'm expecting. Surely there must be something seriously wrong with them if they have to practically buy a woman to sleep with, to live out what ever depraved sexual fantasies they have.

I for one know that this is not a normal arrangement.

It's not the first time I've done something like this before. I've escorted with Tif on the rare occasions she's needed me, but it's always been just to look good on the guys arms. Not actually have sex with them.

This is completely different.

From the opinion I got Tif definitely wanted this herself but didn't fit the 'requirements'. Whatever the fuck that means. I haven't seen these so-called requirements and she refused to tell me them as well.