STORIES OF SPOT CLICK 16

It shows you the ads. One is looking for a human urinal for a private three-day party. Another wants someone to be used as a living clothes rack during a leather convention. A third is seeking a submissive for temporary body modification experiments.

"Temporary?"

"Extreme piercings. Expansions. Things that last weeks but aren't permanent. Unless you want them to be."

Your brain screams at you to stop. That this has gone too far. But your body is singing, every cell vibrating with an excitement you've never experienced. This is the slippery slope. And you're sliding fast.

"I want the modification one."

He nods slowly. "I knew you'd say that. It suits you. Do you know why?"

"No."

"Because you don't just want to be used. You want to be transformed. You want what they do to you to leave marks. So that when you look in the mirror, you can't pretend it didn't happen."

He's right. Damn, he's right and you hate how well he knows you after just a few hours.

You write a message in your name. The response arrives in minutes. An address. A time. Specific instructions.