**The Arrival**
**Part 1:**
*“Companions are a bridge connecting fantasy to reality. We move between both worlds seamlessly, bending each to our will and finding a home in neither.”*
*- From ‘Ecstasy Exacted’, Companion Handbook Compendium Volume I*
Arrival day is always my favorite, and the anticipation always seems to slow time to a crawl. The Agency always sent me their most promising prospects for their trial period and evaluation, but I was especially excited for this one. I spent the previous evening poring over the dossier, and the more I read the more my imagination caught fire. I did a detailed read of the document many times over, continually impressed with every line I read. The Agency has rigorous standards, yet this prospect had seemingly met and surpassed all of them.
22 years old, 5’3, flaxen hair, creamy soft skin; a perfectly smooth line sloping down from her upper back and gently receding into her slender waist, then invitingly curving outward to her perfect ass. She had a little birthmark on her left cheek about three inches from the top, inviting me to explore her. A flat stomach marked by an adorable little outie tapered gradually upward to her perfectly proportioned breasts and light pink nipples. Her athletic frame was the by-product of the Agency’s rigorous physical training regimen, shaping her to the perfect ideal of physical form. It had worked more thoroughly in her case than perhaps any other prospect I had tutored previously.