The Adonis Project

[intriguess]

It was quite simple really, women wanted a fantasy without all the drudgery of reality. So she had started the adonis project, recruiting nice young men from all walks of life. She offered health benefits and no other pay, which helped make her little project legal. You see she matched men with what women wanted, and more often than not it did not include sex, even though every adonis was required to carry protection and know how to use it.

Some adonis's were simple a sweet computer repair guy who enjoyed the view of a scantily clad woman and was open for more, others were arm candy, others trained in massage, and/or cooking. The fee the women paid, covered the health care, and most men enjoyed the work without dealing with emotional strings of a relationship.

Well it also paid her a reasonable salary, but that was not the point. She had even used the service a few times herself, a massage here and there, a cook, even once a pretty face for a family function.

She had a regular job, but felt it was not a wise idea to mix business and pleasure. The guys were all such nice blokes, and she didn't want any of them to feel favored or such. She had considered turning down an application in order to enjoy her own personal private boy toy.

Dating, well telling a guy she worked for the Adonis project, almost always got them to ask if they were hiring. So she was single, sad, and seriously in need of sex.

She was conducting interviews today.....

 

[iName]

I'm interested. I've been roleplaying in one form or another for many years and this could be fun. Do you mind posting with a board noob?

 

[intriguess]

Well there is only one way to pop your posting cherry, and your post was correctly spelled and punctuated so I'll give it a whirl.

Post showing up for the interview.


IC

Miribelle, was dressed in her usual. A nice button down blouse, tucked into a navy blue skirt, that ended just below her knee. Her navy jacket was slung over the back of her chair. Her long dark brown hair was twisted up in a bun on the back of her head. She was wearing glasses as she glanced through the stack of potentials.

There were a few clients looking for a fresh face, and at least one had hinted at desires that were not exactly vanilla. So she was looking for what she was always looking for, a good personality, healthy, nice guys, keeping an eye out for what certain clients liked. Five interviews today, and with luck she might hire one of them.

Her office and base of operations was a small space, with her desk and two chairs. She had a computer and a safe disguised as an end table where she kept her back up files.