Caminah Smuts

The Snuggery

When Camila heard the doorbell that particular day, she knew what she was expecting. But at the same time, she did not.

Dressed in a pair of loose shorts that reached past her knees, and a shirt, Camila had her long brunette hair tied into a bun as she padded across her New York apartment to greet whomever it was that rang the bell. She was ninety-eight percent sure who it was, but there was always room for doubt. She cleared her throat and inhaled a deep breath before opening the heavy oak door.

"Hello, my name is Dinah Jane Hansen and I am your Snuggler for today!"

Camila stared at the girl—no, woman—in front of her. It was the Dinah Jane Hansen. Her Dinah. Clad in a black dress that reached past her thighs, her hair in wavy rivulets, Dinah stood before Camila. After years and years of not having contact despite the promises of remaining friends, here they stood.

"D-did I get the right address?" Dinah reached into her purse and checked her phone. "Oh my, I'm so sorry—"

"Dinah." Camila smiled and leaned against her doorframe. "How many Camila Cabello's do you know? It is really me, in case you are wondering."

"Yes, but... Would you like a refund? I'm sure you don't want me snuggling with you for an hour straight—"

"Will you relax?" Camila reached her hand out for Dinah to take. She didn't want to have this conversation in the hallway, where Camila's snoopy neighbor could hear them. "Come inside, talk to me about the policies, and I'll tell you why you're here. Okay?"

Dinah nodded, albeit tentatively. She took Camila's hand and entered her apartment.

~*~

Camila watched Dinah take in the sight of her apartment while they sat down on the plush couch. "So..."

"You have a lovely apartment, Camila." Dinah blurted out. "I just haven't seen you in so long and I don't know how to react, especially with you seeing me working like... like this."

"As a Snuggler?" Camila asked with a raised brow. "There's nothing wrong with that. It's an honest living. Hell, even if you were a prostitute, it wouldn't matter to me. The thing is, you're here because I want you to be. I was on the website the other day and I saw you in the catalogue." Camila smiled as she recalled the day she finally mustered the courage to click the purchase button. "I thought about it for a week, wondering how you would react. But then I realized that you wouldn't really have a say because I paid for you."

Dinah chewed on her lip and stared at Camila's features. "Why were you on the Snuggery website?"

"I wanted a snuggle." Camila shrugged and crossed her legs. "This is my first day off in months, and I needed a break. I'm single, I'm not in the mood to go clubbing to look for a warm body. I just want someone to hold, even if it's just for an hour." She trained trained her chocolate eyes into Dinah's warm brown ones, and took in the sight of the girl she admired for goodness knows how long. "And I want to snuggle with you. Is that so hard to believe?"

"I understand that you only wanted to snuggle with me because you saw me as familiar on the website." Dinah played with the hem of her dress and looked up at Camila. "And as you said, I do have to snuggle with you since you paid up front. Shall I go over the policies with you?"

As Dinah talked about the rules, such as clothing must remain on one's body at all times throughout the snuggle session, Camila could feel anticipation running through her at the moment. Sure, she paid for this service, but the fact that it was to be with Dinah...

Dinah finished outlining the rules, and Camila stood up. "Shall we start? Let's go to my room."

Her heartbeat thudding inside her ribcage, Camila led Dinah down the small hallway and into the master bedroom. The queen-sized bed was filled with pillows, the sheets were of silk and were freshly changed. Dinah smiled and toed off her heels and slid up the bed. Camila watched her in silent awe, before sliding in beside her.