Lust Contracts

Tempting Job Offer

“Why don’t you work for my agency? You know that I run an agency for high-profile contract girlfriends

or wives, right?” Justin asked.

I guess I heard something about it before, but I didn’t know the details. Frankly, I wasn’t interested in

these sorts of things and isn’t it sort of like a shady business? I was also finding it hard to believe that

Justin was suggesting for me to work as a ‘contract wife’ or whatever it was called.

“You mean like…become an escort? Or like a…prostitute?” I asked, unable to find a better word to use.

Don’t get me wrong, I had no issues with the profession per se, but I was quite certain that I didn’t want

to get into that whole business, no matter how desperate or dire my current situation is.

“No! Not like that. I mean, you can sleep with the guys if you want but that’s not the main objective

here. Plus, they’re asking for a contract relationship. If you haven’t realized it yet, the key is the word

relationship,” Justin said before rolling his eyes at me.

I blinked blankly a couple of times at him. Despite what he had just said, I still had a hard time picturing

and understanding what the job entailed.

“Sorry…but I don’t quite follow…” I admitted honestly.

“Let me explain from the top. The client of my agency are mostly men but there are women as well.

Basically, we provide women or men for rent who fits what the client is looking for to form a contract

relationship between the two parties with the agency acting as the middleman. The demands of the

clients are truly case-by-case and can be very unique,” Justin explained.

“For example?” I couldn’t help jumping in to ask for more details.

“For example, a man might be looking for someone to be his companion because he feels lonely since

his wife just passed away. A woman might want to hire a man to pose as her son’s father to make her

family seem more complete and for the man to act as the father figure to her son, a role that she might

feel like she cannot adequately fill. Another man might want to hire a superhot and younger girl as his

girlfriend so that he can show her off to society and his friends. He might want to have awesome and

steaming hot sex with her too. Of course, if both parties are ok with it, sexual clauses can be added to

the contract,” Justin explained various examples.

“So…not all clients demand for a sexual relationship?” I asked, surprised at this new piece of

information.

“That’s correct. You will be surprised that most contracts that my agency deals with are non-sexual

relationships. Most relationships are primarily rooted in providing emotional support to the client or

creating a situation that is more socially acceptable or advantageous for them,” Justin explained before

nodding seriously.

“By socially acceptable or advantageous, you mean like…it helps them progress upwards?” I asked,

trying to make sure that I understood correctly.

“Right. For example, a man needs to have a wife to inherit his father’s property. He doesn’t have one

and doesn’t want to have one, what can he do? Simple, he hires one,” Justin said as he snapped his

fingers as if conjuring a wife by magic.

“Isn’t that…unethical?” I asked suspiciously.

“Since when were you such an ethical person, honey?” Justin asked sarcastically.

“Since…never…but still…” I replied hesitantly.

“I still think that we are the better alternative. Back to the case of that man who needs a wife to inherit

his fortune. If he can’t hire one, what do you think he’ll do? Just forget about his fortune? Never, men

are greedy creatures. He’ll probably end up tricking some poor girl into becoming his wife and when he

gets his money, he’ll dump her and kick her out. That’s what the bastard is going to do,” Justin said

before rolling his eyes.

“I guess…” I mumbled.

“The other thing is that these so-called fake relationships sometime lead to real ones. There are some

cases of my girls actually marrying the client and quitting their job because of it. Of course, if that

makes her happy then I’ve got no more to say. That being said, you should be careful with these…

men…” Justin said before puckering his pink lips up jokingly.

“I’m a widow and if I had submitted those divorce papers before George died then I’ll be a divorcee. No

rich guys in their right mind would want someone like me…” I stated matter-of-factly.

I wasn’t being emotional about it or looking down on myself. That was just the facts.

“You have to stop thinking and saying things like that about yourself. You’re beautiful, smart, and very

sexy. You graduated from the school that produces perfect wives and you went to a leading university.

You have a brilliant story. You have no idea how many men would be interested to date you, right now,”

Justin said before beaming a smile my way.

“Haha…like no one?” I replied with a laugh.

“Only one way to find out…” Justin said as he stared at me.

“You’re not seriously suggesting…” I said. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Want to make a bet with me? If I can’t find you a suitable client within two weeks, I’ll pay for your living

expenses for three months,” Justin challenged.

“Is this your plan to get me to accept your help? I’m not going to leech off you for three months!” I

declared with whatever pride I still had left.

“No, girl. You’ll make it big, and I’ll be leeching off you by taking my share of your price for my agency

fees,” Justin said with certainty.

“That’s crazy,” I mumbled.

“Trust me, girl. This is my job. I know a success case when I see one. The question is, are you willing

to do this?” Justin asked with his eyes on me.

Am I willing to do this?

Truthfully, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t have any confidence that I could pull this off right now. My self-

confidence had been completely crushed with all that had just happened.

“I don’t know…” I replied honestly.

“There’s no rush. You should just sleep on it and at the same time, I can share with you some

successful cases that I’ve handled in the past for your inspiration,”

“Successful cases?” I asked curiously.

--To be continued…