She started with the consent form. Ill need your name.”
“Kell. xxx 18 …er does it have to be my real name.”
“Any way to identify you really.”
“Alice. One or two surprises. “Concierge office.”
The number wasnt one I recognised. “See you at ten.”
I always waited ahead of time for these meetings. This could get messy. She started with the consent form. This one was only given to people in need of my skill set. “As im sure your friend told you, nothing is arranged over the phone. Theres also an item list. A boyfriend. This makes sure any play or session doesnt hit a hard limit and become abuse.”
I slid the forms across the table, pen on top.
