Dating Service

Erotic romance. A desperate woman comes to a dating service to find her love. But the service has some pretty kinky rules…

Vika stands on the porch in front of an old door. It has rained recently, and she shivers a little, either from the freshness or from anticipation and excitement. She steps barefoot on the cool granite, pulls up her coat, and rings the doorbell.

She is thirty-six years old, recently recovered from a failed marriage a few years ago, and decided to look for a new relationship, but still no luck. She has been actively searching on dating sites, meeting people, but none of them lasted long. Vika is free, smart, attractive, but something still goes wrong. One day, her friend sends her a link to a new dating service.

“Check it out,” she says, “it’s a paid service, but they work with everyone individually, very attentive and all that. I already have three friends who have found wonderful men there.”

Vika looks at their website (it’s trustworthy and reliable), googles reviews of the service (all positive, except for the occasional curse from obvious psychos and freaks), reads the terms and conditions again (no tricks, she’s sure of that, she’s written so many contracts herself…), looks at the price (wow, her monthly salary! okay, if it works…), carefully fills out the registration form and confirms the bank transaction.

She gets a quick and clean answer, first by email and messenger, then, after checking if she is okay with it (she is), by voice. Vika likes the tone, the correctness and the attentiveness of the secretary of the service, so they easily agree on the time of the first meeting. (“We warn you, it will take three hours, we are very careful to study the needs of our clients,” the secretary explains. Be prepared to open up a bit.”) Vika has the time and the inclination.

The office is located in a small old house that has been carefully restored. Vika is greeted by two people, a man and a woman.

“Welcome”, says the woman, “Roman and Svitlana, we are managers and psychologists, we have been appointed to accompany you in our service”.

They inspire confidence at first sight, and Vika relaxes a little (although the little animal inside her never stops expecting danger from any direction).

“A little about us,” Roman says as they sit down in comfortable chairs around the table, “Our service is innovative, with the most advanced technologies for analyzing and selecting profiles. But this requires each of our clients to open up as deeply as no other dating service requires. But in doing so, we absolutely weed out all kinds of scammers, liars, and abusers, and we guarantee at least a satisfactory result for everyone who is accepted for service. If you don’t find a man you are completely happy with within one month, we will refund your money.”

Wow, Vika thinks, this is serious. She reads and agrees to the service’s promises of confidentiality, plans, promises, and refunds. The next three hours are spent filling out a variety of psychological tests (some of which Vika recognizes, classic personality tests, some of which are unfamiliar) and talking to a couple of psychologists. Unbeknownst to her, Vika reveals as much about her present and past as any of her friends know. Sometimes she laughs at the memories, sometimes she cries, and they give her tissues.

“Well,” says Svitlana, scrolling through some spreadsheets on her tablet, “everything is fine. We are happy to cooperate with you. A detailed analysis will take some time, but according to preliminary results, we have more than enough relevant male clients for you to work with.”

“The last step,” Roman adds, “is to create your profile with information and the request. You will come back to us, we will show you a draft of what you have already told us about yourself, consult with you, edit it with you and all that.”

“And the most important thing,” says Svitlana, “is the unique feature of our service. When your profile text is ready, we record you reading it on camera. The impression of a live message is very important, it allows to evaluate another person non-verbally. We have a good studio here, we don’t entrust this business to amateurs. And we will give you a high quality photo shoot. All our clients go through it. Later you will see such profiles and photos of men from our database.”

Everything seems reasonable, but why is her scruffy animal running around in a panic? Vika suddenly starts shaking. “There’s something you’re not telling me,” she says.

“You have a very developed intuition,” Roman says, “a result of your previous unhappy relationships. I’m sorry you had to pay such a price for your sensitivity.”

“You’re right,” Svetlana nods, “our specialty is that you will do this recording and photo shoot naked… and horny.”

“What?!” Vika’s blood rushes to her face, she jumps out of her chair and almost runs out of the room.

“Please listen to me. We will never do anything without your express consent.”

“We have found in our research that a certain level of sexual arousal – high, but not excessive – makes a person particularly attractive and reveals their personality to the fullest,” Roman says. “In other words, in this state, you cannot lie about yourself – and anyone who sees you like this will trust your words completely. This is our unique technology. It allows our clients to accurately determine, within five minutes of viewing a profile, whether or not it is their potentially closest person.”

Blood rushes to Vika’s temples. “I… don’t know…” she says. The little animal inside her squeals in horror and drags her away, but to hell with them, she doesn’t even want her money back.

“Breathe for a few minutes,” Svitlana says, “maybe some water?”

“Well… go ahead.” Vika drinks the water, breathes, and slowly calms down.

“We will never force you to do anything,” says Svitlana, “Before each step we will tell you what will happen next and why. You can refuse at any time, even at the very last moment, and we will simply erase everything and refund your money.”

Vika is silent. A small furry animal looks darkly out of her eyes.

“You have time to make a decision,” Roman says, “Our next meeting is in a week. During that time you will review Svitlana’s and my profiles.”

Vika raises her eyebrows in surprise.

“Yes, we all create such profiles when we work here. So that we know what we are offering our clients and so that we have examples to show our clients. You know, we can’t show you other clients’ profiles until you’re in the service database.”

Seems fair enough. The small, nervous animal slowly puts in the fur.

“Well… like…” Vika starts and stops, “No, wait. There’s more. I can feel it.”

“Fantastic intuition!” Roman looks at her admiringly. “Have you ever thought of becoming a psychologist? You’d be good at it. Yes. One more detail, the last one. I swear it’s the last one.”

“Is it a long way for you to come to us?” Svitlana asks.

“Oh?… No. It’s a half hour walk.”

“That’s perfect. If you decide to come next week, we ask you not to wear any underwear or other clothes. Just put on a long coat – do you have a long coat? – just over your naked body, zip it up, and not a single living soul on the street will know that you are naked under that cloak.”

“You would be surprised if you knew how many people walk the streets naked under their coats and cloaks,” Roman adds.

Vika is dizzy and doesn’t know what to say.

“I promised to explain everything,” Svitlana says. “The first reason is quite simple. The seams and elastic bands of clothes leave marks on the body, and for a nude photo shoot you need to be free of any red stripes that might spoil you. The distance from your home to our studio is enough to smooth everything out. And second, while you are walking to us in this form, you will begin to build up exactly the arousal we need for the shoot. We’ll save an hour of time.”

“And for the same reason,” says Roman, “we will ask you not to wear shoes. You will come to us naked and barefoot, wearing only a raincoat.”

Vika is silent for a few minutes. She asks for more water and drinks it slowly. Naked, barefoot, in a raincoat? Her? Her, who has never dared to go to a nudist beach or take off her swimsuit in a sauna with her friends? Vika listens to her little frightened animal… but suddenly it doesn’t protest. It even seems interested. For the first time in many, many years.

Vika exhales. “I’m willing to take the risk,” she says.

Roman and Svitlana smile warmly at her. “We believed you would decide.”

She agrees on a day and time for the next meeting, receives a flash drive with Roman and Svitlana’s profiles (under a non-disclosure agreement), and goes home. She is tired, as if she has been carrying heavy bags for a week.

Vika doesn’t tell anyone about her visit to the office, not even her closest friend. Maybe later, when the whole story is far behind her.

This week, she will probably look at the flash drive a hundred times. The texts of the profiles are flawless; she would be three hundred percent satisfied with any service. But it’s not about the texts, of course. In the video, Svetlana and Roman are filmed up to their chests, as if they were having a regular video call. Well, yes, bare shoulders, but nothing risky. But… the expressions on their faces, the tilt of their heads, the subtle movements of their facial expressions… the way their breath sometimes breaks, the way their voices break in the middle of the words, Vika is absolutely sure that they are at the top of their game, a few steps away from orgasm. They are so open, so honest… Vika feels as if she has known them for years. She realizes that she and Svitlana could be close friends, go for coffee and even go naked to the sauna, but that’s about it. This Roman is a nice and decent person, but not her type at all; she could work with him, but would not be interested in friendship.

Vika also gets very, very aroused every time she sees them. The shots of the photo shoots are really professional, and Roman and Svitlana are naked in full length, attractive, relaxed, tense, sometimes twisted in the approach of orgasm – they don’t really add anything to the excitement. It’s just a little bonus.

A week later, at the appointed time, Vika stands on the porch in front of the old door. It has rained recently, and she shivers a little, either from the freshness or from anticipation and excitement. She steps barefoot onto the cool granite, pulls up her coat, and rings the doorbell.

“Welcome!” Roman and Svitlana say. I wonder, Vika thinks, if this is just a “good day” or “we’re glad you didn’t change your mind and decided to come”? She hands them the stick.

“Please, come this way,” Svitlana says, and they enter the studio

Vika looks around. It’s warm and cozy here, she won’t get cold for three hours naked… (hmm, Vika thinks, I’m ready to undress in front of them) Yes, there’s the chair with the video recording table… Here is the scenery for the nude photo shoot… She has seen it so many times on a flash drive that she feels at home.

“Let’s start with the text,” Roman says, “let’s sit at that table over there and we’ll be done in half an hour. You can stay in your coat or take it off, the hanger is over there.”

Vika, still surprised by her unusual ease and courage, takes off her coat in one movement.

They really finish the text quickly. It’s almost done. “And they got all this from all those tests and interviews?” Vika wonders and begins to respect the service even more. She corrected a few sentences and was satisfied with the result.

“Now the next step,” says Svitlana, “we’ll start shooting the video in fifteen to twenty minutes.”

So soon? Vika seems to blush all over, her heart is pounding and she sucks air through her parted lips. Roman and Svitlana smile, openly admiring her.

“As far as arousal goes, you’re almost there,” Roman says, “We can help you either together or just one of us. How do you feel most comfortable?”

“Svitlana, with you,” Vika says without hesitation.

“Okay,” Roman nods and stands up, “I’ll wait for you in the waiting room.”

“Would you prefer,” Svitlana asks, “that I stay dressed or undress with you?”

“Naked, please.”

Svitlana nods and takes off her clothes easily. She was obviously prepared for this option, so there was nothing to unbutton or unlace. The women look at each other and smile.

“Can I hug you?” Vika asks suddenly.

“Of course,” Svitlana opens her arms and takes a step toward her. They hug each other and stand there for a long time. Vika feels strangely calm and excited at the same time.

“Well, the last preparations,” Svetlana says, “First we need to make you feel a little lighter and more relaxed. Do you drink champagne?”

Huh? “Yes, I do.”

“Great, that makes it easier. We also have a non-alcoholic version, but it’s more complicated.” Svitlana fills her glass. “It’s just champagne from the store, plus tinctures of some herbs that you can buy in any pharmacy. It’s also our personal development. We will give you the recipe along with other papers so you can mix this cocktail to your liking in the future.”

Vika drinks slowly. The champagne really smells of herbs, she recognizes at least valerian, but there is something else in it. But it’s delicious. She puts down the glass and listens to herself. The champagne bubbles seem to scatter all over her body, making her feel light, happy, and mischievous. Now she would easily go out naked, even in the street, even in the crowd of the mall. “I’ll have to be more careful with this cocktail in the future.”

“Great,” says Svetlana, “now you can sit comfortably in the chair in front of the camera. The camera is already set up and I’ll start and stop the recording myself. While you are sitting down, read the text several times. This tablet will be in front of you, but it will be easier if you know the text almost by heart. You don’t have to memorize it, just read it several times.”

Meanwhile, she leads Vika to a chair. Something shiny and suspiciously familiar protrudes from the seat.

“Isn’t that…”

“Well, yes. The easiest way to maintain the necessary level of arousal. Have you ever tried anything like it?”

“No, I’ve only seen it in porn,” Vika laughs. She’s happy and excited.

“Then you already know everything.”

Svitlana carefully lubricates both plugs. “Sit down, please. Take your time, slowly. Now spread your legs wide. Touch them with your holes… now sit down slowly.”

Vika sinks into the seat and listens to the sensations inside her. She has had sex before and tried vibrators in both holes, but never at the same time. This is exciting in itself.

“Now check the vibration…” Svetlana presses a button on the remote near the camera, Vika sighs loudly and stretches out. A double tickle seems to spread from her pelvis to her throat. “That’s great. I will watch closely and adjust the intensity as needed.”

“One last thing…”

Svitlana leans over Vika and fastens wide, shiny metal bands around her wrists and ankles. Now Vika is chained to the chair’s arms and legs. She can bend and twitch freely, but she cannot stand up.

“Why…”

“While we’re filming, you may experience several strong orgasms. It’s important that you don’t fall off the chair and hurt your private parts if you jerk too much.”

Wow, even so… Vika reads the text from the tablet on the table a few more times and looks into the camera.

“I’m ready.”

For the next hour and a half, they shoot a five-minute video. First take, pause, drink water, second take, pause, third take, pause… Vika recites the text by heart, looking into Svitlana’s face beside the camera. She tells her about herself, more sincerely than she has ever done in her life. She tells her how she used to live, how she lives now, and how and with whom she wants to live happily in the future. The perky bubbles of champagne flow inside her, the tickle and tremors of the vibrators speed them up and then let them subside a bit. Her arousal level hovers around 95%, sometimes causing her to stumble in the middle of her words, have trouble breathing, and jerk her head and shoulders. Just as Svetlana had warned, Vika breaks from that mark four times during the hour and a half in furious orgasms, each one more powerful than the last, then she kicks the chair and squeals with pleasure, but the bonds hold tight. Then Vika exhales and her excitement quickly builds again for the next take.

“Great, just great,” Svitlana unbuckles the wristbands, gives Vika a drink, wipes the sweat from her body and carefully helps her to stand. “At least three flawless takes, we’ll have no problem cutting the presentation. Take a walk around the studio, warm up.”

Vika takes a few unsteady steps, regaining her balance. She approaches the set and looks around. She tries a lamppost, does a few pirouettes around it as if it were a pole, sits down on a bench, stands up, stretches, tries to stand on one leg, stretches the other as high as possible.

“I think I’m okay. When do we do the photo shoot?”

“We’re already doing it,” Svitlana laughs, “You’re a talent, Vika, you don’t need to explain anything.”

Vika laughs, she still feels light and mischievous, so she jumps and dances between the sets, then sits down somewhere and makes a romantic face.

An hour later they are finished. Vika almost forgets her coat in the studio, but Svitlana reminds her. They get dressed and go to the reception, where Roman is waiting for them. They sign the remaining documents, Vika gets a thick folder, and says goodbye.

“In two days we will create your profile, give you a link and you will check it one last time before approval. Then – remember – you will not have to wait more than a month, we are sure of it,” they say.

After receiving the link, Vika does not immediately decide to look at it. She even thinks about mixing the cocktail. Then she pulls herself together. The text. Well, she remembers it well. The photo… Vika is surprised to see a very attractive, graceful woman, who looks familiar to her, spinning and dancing naked through the scenery. The video… Vika takes a few deep breaths and presses the button.

She looks at her face, hears her voice squeaking and stumbling over the words. She always hated her voice in the tapes, so what happened, why does she like it now? She listens to the story of a charming, intelligent woman who just had bad luck once in her life, but life goes on, and there is plenty of it. Her inner frightened little animal looks at the intoxicated, mischievous little animal on the screen, and for the first time in many, many years, it calms down, settles down, and dissolves into her without a trace.

Vika wipes away her tears and hits the “Publish” button.

She gains access to the profile database. At first cautiously, then more and more boldly, she scrolls through the profiles, reading the stories of various good people whose lives did not turn out the way they should have, looking into their eyes. She looks into their souls through their eyes.

As promised, the service gives her three recommendations. She looks at them one by one and dissolves into the eyes of each man. The service tells her that they have also looked at her profile and are also deeply impressed. What should she do? She writes to all three, gets to know each of them, makes a date, gets to know them, they have sex, and she still can’t decide. All three are perfect for her.

One day, she closes her eyes, holds her breath, and tells them about each other. And… nothing happens. They understand her perfectly, and yes, each of them would like to be a bigger part of her life, but what to do if that’s the case. They agree to wait. Or even leave it as it is and somehow stabilize all these relationships at once. Also… (the men pause and hold their breath)… they haven’t made up their minds either. Some have one more woman on their list, some have two. And… (all laugh nervously)… shouldn’t they all meet somehow and get to know each other again?

Vika looks at the correspondence with suspicion. She listens to herself. They are not jealous, they do not want to kill her or leave her. She herself is not jealous. She never thought it was possible. Was it possible from the beginning?

The next day, Vika calls her friend and thanks her very, very much for recommending the service. Then she goes to the service’s website, writes a very positive review, and deposits a bonus into her account.

Then she opens up her contact list and starts to think about which of her friends still hasn’t gotten their personal life in order.

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