Private Pleasures by Vanessa Devereaux Page B

He’d even brought home a guy from the Agency, but I’d refused to have sex.
    Now he offered me a chance to live out my fantasy, to find sexual pleasure in a virtual world.

Chapter Three
     
    I took the B express train to the Private Pleasures headquarters the following day. I didn’t personally know anyone who’d purchased their services, but the general word was their program was so real separating it from reality became impossible once you were inside the software.
    “Good morning. How can I help you?” asked a girl sitting at reception.
    I pulled out the disk from my raincoat pocket. “I’d like to use this.”
    She took it from me and slid it through the scanner by her computer. “Ms. MacKenzie. Welcome to Private Pleasures. If you’d like to step through here, we’ll get you started on your journey.”
    Journey . I liked the sound of that word. I was going on an adventure. I’d always loved those. She stood, and I followed her to a room with just a desk, a computer screen on its top and a swivel chair.
    “If you’d like to sit here and fill out the questionnaire. Once you’re done with that, come back out to my desk and then I’ll direct you to one of our counselors for further details. And take all the time you want. Don’t hurry your answers, because the more honest you are and the more thought you give to them, well, let’s just say the better the experience and pleasure.”
    “Thank you.”
    She touched the screen, putting the program into start mode. I sat and then she left me alone. The lights dimmed and the screen got brighter.
    Question one. Had I used their services before?
    Question two. What sort of experience was I looking for?
    I skimmed through the categories and tapped both sexual and erotic.
    Health problems? None.
    Heart problems? No.
    High blood pressure? No.
    Pregnant? No.
    Would I be pairing with another person to live out the fantasy? No.
    Please tap all of the following categories you wish included in your experience.
    I took a deep breath, reminding myself what the receptionist had told me. I leaned back on the chair.
    Being a virgin again, light bondage, ménage, anal, spanking… I didn’t know what categories I really wanted and just tapped some at random, thinking it would all be one big surprise.
    The program ended and then I left the room and headed back to the reception desk where the girl helped out a middle-aged man.
    “Take this and go to elevator six. There will be a counselor to meet with you,” she told him.
    She turned to me and then looked at the screen. She processed another disk before she handed it to me. “Elevator three, and your counselor will be waiting.”
    Elevators one through five were to the left. I walked across the marble floor and then pressed the button to call number three. The door buzzed as it opened, and I stepped inside. Everything was glass, including the floor. A TV screen hung on the wall.
    “Welcome to the Private Pleasures experience. Your counselor will be with you shortly.”
    The elevator stopped, and the doors opened to reveal a young man wearing a navy blue suit and tie. He smiled when he saw me.
    “Natasha?” he asked.
    “Yes.”
    He extended his hand. “I’m Michael, your personal counselor.”
    “Hi.”
    “Let’s go to my office and we can flesh out what sort of fantasy you’re looking for. Can I get you anything to drink?”
    “No, I’m fine, thanks.”
    He led me down a corridor, which turned into his office that overlooked the city skyline. The carpet was plush and the walls peppered with fancy looking paintings.
    “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” he said.
    I sat, he pulled up another chair, sat beside me and balanced a tablet on his lap.
    “Seems as if you’re looking for lots of various sexual scenarios,” he said, tapping the screen twice.
    Had I perhaps gone overboard? I didn’t think a person could ever do that where sex was concerned. “I like adventure.”
    “You’ve come to the