She was blond, voluptuous, fantastically beautiful, and willing. But so were many other candidates, so it was fortunate that she was also inexpensive and could start immediately.
By the end of the Twenty-third Century, a lot of old problems had been solved. The new Equatorial Desert made the perfect location for the Global Solar Array. The Global Solar Array was slowly ending the Great Warming. The Great Warming's extinction of ocean life had been halted by use of the old coastal cities as fish habitat. The resulting housing shortage had ended with the Great Pandemics. The Great Pandemics had ended because the few survivors were immune. The resulting labor shortage had been solved with AI machines, which now did most work, including the construction and repair of AI machines themselves. (That had initially been a little controversial, but only among sci-fi fans.) And the meteor shields were finally working better! So everything was going great. But the best news was that modern medicine and Genetic Design had rendered diseases, and most unwanted genetic variation, virtually unknown.
On the other hand, Genetic Design, or GD, had become necessary for securing a job. Genetic engineering of humans was initiated in Singapore, where the average IQ was now 124, and after China followed suit everyone had to jump in. The well compensated classes were now healthier, smarter, more athletic and more beautiful than ever.
A small problem was that GD was expensive, and prenatal GD, the best kind by far, required successful, generous parents. Success now literally bred success. There was talk of speciation.
Even with Gene Design, however, it was not practical or affordable to make a person the best at everything. It followed that GD required the selection of a specialty prior to conception. The choice of talents did not tend in a single direction. For one thing, laws protected some diversity in the gene pool. For another, not everyone wanted their children to aim at a position that could be attained by only a few -- say, entertainment or sports stardom. The risk of failure was too great. Many thought their progeny would be happier working in the larger and less competitive, if less prestigious, fields of STEM or personal service. And among of the largest categories of personal services were, of course, sexual services.
The historical taboos surrounding sex were gone. Birth control was easy. There were no STD's. Religions had declined and become less prescriptive. Morally, buying sex was like buying groceries or, in the case of fetishes, ethnic food. And since sex satisfied a strong and basic human desire, it offered many opportunities for steady employment.
But the competition in the sex market, even more than in others, required aspirational professionals to start before conception. Sex appeal was still instinctively linked to physical characteristics, and those were most successfully manipulated by prenatal GD. Well Designed sex professionals could have huge breasts or penises on a slender, fit body; could have superhuman stamina; and could be easily and constantly aroused. They were in great demand.
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I had been Designed mainly for business and STEM, and for the moment, that was working well for me. I was a junior executive at a company that had the best algorithm for identifying good athletes from their DNA. For a modern sports franchise, that meant trillions, and for the athlete, it often meant financial security before birth.
Of course, to maintain my position I endured intense work requirements and a lot of competition. For the moment, I was succeeding and was pretty well compensated for a 24-year old. My specialty being analytical mathematics, I didn't get out much. But, on the plus side, I could easily afford a Personal Sex Partner. I decided to interview carefully and hire a Partner who would be available exclusively to me for a fixed term.
The candidate I liked best was relatively affordable, due partly to her lack of experience. She had excellent academics in her major -- good marks in Evolutionary Sexual Psych and Seduction & Initiation Techniques in particular. Naturally she had a fantastic body, if you liked the usual -- big, bouncy breasts, tiny waist, a well-rounded ass, shapely legs, and a beautiful, sensitive face -- but I thought she would stand out even in a crowd of Designed sex providers. She did have some flaws. Her test scores said she was a little more introverted than was strictly desirable, but her résumé indicated that she would do parties of up to twelve. What worried me most was her unusually high score for reactivity -- she had an Arousal Index of 96, which was really too high. It meant she aroused extremely easily, often, and perhaps continuously. It might be debilitating. That could explain why she was available despite her fantastic looks. She admitted to me that she needed frequent sex to be comfortable, but she promised not to be 'too much of a pest.' As an inducement, she told me that she was undergoing a course of hypnosis that enabled her to be temporarily triggered for dominance, submissiveness or bi-sexuality. Overall, she seemed earnest and professionally ambitious.
She was sitting in my office across the desk from me, after most work had ended at 9 PM. The interview was going well. I liked her. I motioned toward her and asked, "May I?" and of course she said yes. She rose from her chair with a nice smile and shyly met me at the side of the desk. She had come, naturally, in a short, intentionally revealing dress that displayed her figure well, but I had heard that in these interviews the parties were expected to do more than just look. Interestingly, her nipples protruded and made bumps in her dress even as she approached me.
I reached out to feel and weigh her breasts and experimentally squeeze her nipples. The breasts were, of course, natural if you don't count genetic or hormonal augmentation, and in my relatively inexperienced hands they felt good through the stretchy fabric. They greatly exceeded a handful. She turned, and her ass felt well-muscled and springy, with no sag or crease whatsoever.
But as I trailed my fingers between her thighs she reddened and staggered a bit as though she were about to fall into me. I caught her shoulders, and she leaned one hand against my chest for a brief second, weak-kneed and shivering. Obviously embarrassed, she straightened herself with a strangled apology and took a deep breath. Clearly, her responsiveness was extraordinary.
She seemed inexperienced and timid about the negotiation process. That made us equal. But she knew her rights. She asked me whether she might also check the working conditions, so I made myself available. This was a contract negotiation of equals, after all. She hesitantly traced her fingernails over the outline of my cock in my work onesie and then squeezed it experimentally. Fortunately, by this time I was almost completely hard and my GD penis was apparently satisfactory. Then she asked for something unusual: she wanted me to kiss her with as much tongue as possible. She said she always liked this because it was like being fucked in her third hole. I did my best, and since I had been Designed with a long tongue and could almost reach the back of her throat, she seemed satisfied with that, too, although again, she weakened noticeably during the process. We resumed our seats.
