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until you both feel secure revealing that information to each other.  You will agree on a public place to meet and after that, you two will decide how much information to exchange. Is that understood?” she asked.  Olivia nodded, but furrowed her brow.
    “What if I decide I don’t like him?”
    “Then we will set you up with another candidate.  We find it works best to match people on an individual basis, rather than bombard you with multiple selections at once.  Does that make sense?” she asked.
    Olivia nodded and smiled. She guessed it seemed like a reasonable way to do this.  She wondered how many ‘dates’ she would have to go on before she met someone suitable. 
    “Good. All you have to do is wait for him to contact you.  Here is your dummy account information. Please only use it to correspond to potential matches,” she said as she pressed a card into Olivia’s hand.  Olivia took it and put it in her purse.  “He will go by the name Mr. King and you will be referred to as Ms. Prince.  Use those names when you meet out in public.” She couldn’t shake the butterflies that were loose in her stomach, warning her that she was doing something foolish. She brushed them aside. I’m tired of waiting for the right guy to come along.  They always run away once they know what I really want…need.  This has to work.  I don’t know where else to go…
    “Congratulations on signing up with Royal Interests Matchmaking.  I’m confident you’ll find your perfect match with us,” she said, holding out her hand.  Olivia shook it and stood, straightening her skirt.
    “Yes, I hope so.  Thank you,” she said.  She felt awkward thanking a complete stranger for facilitating a match between herself and a man based on their shared sexual interests.  She marveled at the diverse services available to her in the city and tingled with excitement at the thought of finally meeting someone who could satisfy her.
    “I think I’m going to like life in the big city,” she smiled.

Chapter 3
     
    3 Days later…
    Jeremy Hamilton paused as he read the email from the dating service. 
    Thank you for working with Royal Interests Matchmaking.
    What the fuck am I doing?
    He stared at the computer screen, and debated clicking on the enclosed link to see the match they sent him. He actually hated the idea of using a dating service, especially since he had no problems finding women.  Hell, they sought him out.  What he couldn’t find, though, was someone who shared his particular…interests. Someone who was able to give him what he needed.  The frustration was killing him.  He was too prominent to venture out to a club, and the women he did go out with could never take it as far as he wanted.  Eventually, they all left.  They couldn’t take the darkness, couldn’t handle what he had to give.  Despite the throngs of women he had at his disposal, he never found even one he could truly be himself with.  His finger hovered over the mouse as he debated opening the email. At least this way he’d know going in that she liked it, too.  He clicked.  A photo appeared, of a dark haired woman with full pouty lips, porcelain skin and attractive features.  Her form was also impressive; full ripe breasts and round curvy hips   He squinted as he took in the image. The email included a list of the woman’s preferences. As he read through the list of her desires and cravings, he realized they were complimentary to his.  As his dark eyes poured over the image of her form on his computer screen, his dick twitched. His smiled, she had his interest.  In a blink he imagined her bound and gagged and moaning his name in ecstasy. “Nice,” he whispered. He copied and pasted her email address and composed a brief communication.
    Ms. Prince,
    I received your information from Royal Interests Matchmaker.  Meet me at the Amaryllis restaurant, 14000 Pearl Street (Top floor of the Crown building). 8:00 pm Tuesday.
    Reservations