Chapter I: The White Queen

"Here is Rebekah; take her and go, and let her become the wife of your master’s son, as the Lord has directed." 
Genesis 24:51

"The Queen is the most valuable and important piece and the whole outcome can depend upon how successfully she plays her role." 
Grandmaster Alexander Kotov

Chapter I: The White Queen

My memory has always been amazing. Often it was necessary to ignore it, to try to turn it off, to avoid the nuisance of having my mind bombarded by a multitude of details, most of which were of no relevance and which took away the focus on the main issues. I was always struck by the precise memory of numbers, odors, sounds, and distant images returning as if they were occurring again. Sometimes, when meeting again a teacher which taught in my class three years before, immediately came to my mind her first apparition: the clothes she wore, her expressions and first words, her perfume… And that distracted me, making me lose myself in the labyrinth of these memories. Nowadays, everything is confused and scrambled, but the memories have not been lost, they remain hidden in some obscure corner and return disordered. Right now, looking at the picture frame at the head of the bed, once again came to my mind the first encounter with that woman, which unexpectedly became so decisive for me. It happened one afternoon on the fifteenth of August, a sunny Thursday...

I was anxiously waiting for the bell to ring. It was unnecessary… She would certainly be as punctual as ever. It was still twenty minutes to the appointed time. I thought about turning on the computer and distracting myself so time would pass faster, but the idea didn't sound appealing. My mind wandered through the memories and brought out the details of how I had met her.

Rebeca, that was the name she gave me, though she said I could call her any other I'd like. At first, I didn't like the name. I found the coincidence a bad omen, but I chose to leave it as it was, and quickly put away the superstitious thought, an inclination that eventually manifested itself and which so annoyed me.

Since that first afternoon, there have been many other encounters. The sensuality, the perspicacity, and the provocative manner of Rebecca made me completely forget about the recent breakup of the engagement, on the eve of marriage. The state of apathy in which I was at the time discouraged me from seeking female companionship or anyone else's. I had been rather reluctant to visit the e-Venus page, an indication of a friend who was enthusiastic about the quality of the its service. In its advertisements, the company guaranteed to have attendants able to satisfy at least 90% of the qualities desired by the most demanding customers. The facts proved that it was right.

At first I was annoyed to make use of that solution again. I remembered that when I was a child I used to hear my uncles chatting about the times when they sought out escort service in the newspapers. Times have changed, new habits and new technologies have emerged, but in essence, the situation was the same.

The choice of the girl's features reminded me of my little sister, dressing her Barbie doll. I also decided to amuse myself by setting up the ideal woman, since the many I dated proved to be lacking in the essential qualities I appreciated. With the tip of my index finger, I dragged the colored ellipses with adjectives in the monitor screen. I dropped them into an image of a woman that transformed as the characteristics were added: silhouette, mignonette; hair, medium and brown; biotype, Latina; Stature, median; age group, 20 to 25 years; voice, soft, with a slight Bahian accent ... I also added psychological characteristics: aggressiveness, initiative, curiosity, sense of humor ... Damn, so many details available to stage a piece so banal! I could ignore the items I wanted to, of course, and most customers were probably content with just looks and sensuality - everything else was for those who demanded more refinement, which increased the cost of the service.

The button that would send the data with the elaborated profile twinkled in the lower corner of the screen demanding for an attitude. Still undecided, I touched the button. A sensual female voice, probably digitally synthesized, recited the customary message:

“It is a great pleasure to serve you. Please, wait a moment. Our computers are processing your request.” 

After an imperceptible pause, miserable milliseconds in which thousands of information traveled between computers, I received the answer.

“Congratulations! We have an attendant who satisfies the desired profile in 93%. Provide the credit card number to confirm the order and schedule the meeting.”

Ah, there also was a window displaying the contract for the provision of the service, which should be heard or read carefully, and accepted to validate the negotiation. Reluctantly, I recited the credit card number and, without reading the contract completely, I looked at the camera pinned above the monitor to confirm my identification by examining the iris.

In the hours before the meeting, I still thought about canceling the program with the girl, even though I had to pay a 10% fine on the value of the service. From the beginning, I considered the price of the program high, but the curiosity and the good references compelled me to keep the commitment. Besides, I wanted to get out of the boredom I was in at any cost.

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I looked at my watch again. There were still twelve minutes to go... My mind kept wandering through memories. I remembered the first time when the bell rang announcing Rebeca. Agitated, I opened the door abruptly. In front of me, a young woman stood still, bearing a welcoming smile. Although I had received a photo in advance, I was struck by the beauty and delicacy of her features. There was a magical gleam in her gaze, which brimmed with shrewdness and conveyed a feeling of a naive and sincere joy. I felt confused, mesmerized... It was as if I had known her for a long time and was waiting for her.

“Hi, I'm Rebecca. We have a date.” The young woman presented herself laconically in a gentle voice and brought her face closer to a kiss on the cheek.

She exuded a pleasant and sensual odor. She kissed my face gently, and with her closeness I could admire her smooth skin which bared no imperfections. I led her into the apartment.

I activated the media player, which played a soft oriental song that I had selected for the occasion. I thought about offering her a glass of wine, but I remembered that she probably would not accept it or perhaps she would accept it just to please me. As for me, I had to drink something to relax. I picked up on the table the Stonier, a red Pinot Noir whose label attributed elegance, sensuality and softness - suited the situation well. I poured myself some wine in one of the goblets by the bottle. While I tasted the wine, I watched the woman intently. She wore a knee length dress, fit in the waist, which molded her body emphasizing the sinuosity of her curves. Her harmonious and sensual movements hypnotized me. The wine always increased my excitement. The Stonier, although not among the best of the Pinot Noir variety, was one of my favorites and, as one sommelier would say, it came down velvety and tranquil.

I was delighted, eager to slip my hands on that slender body with such precise curves. Embarrassed, I asked her to undress. Without showing any signs of surprise, she slowly and without vulgarity took off the pieces of clothing she wore and tossed them gently on the couch. She moved in a slow dance, improvised in the rhythm of the melody that flooded the room. Excited, I took her in my arms and carried her to the bed in the next room.

I tried to control my anxiety to better enjoy the moment. As I slid my hands over the woman's perfect body, I pressed lightly my fingertips over her skin, feeling the variation of softness and stiffness so carefully distributed. At the contact of the bodies, all anxiety and resistance slowly dissipated and I relaxed and dissolved my consciousness in the waves of pleasure I felt. She led me through this sea, sometimes serene, sometimes agitated, anticipating my desires. I could not expect less from someone whose reason to exist was this. It was as if the woman were touching me completely, wrapping me with her hands, her arms, her legs - in a cadenced motion, stimulating my senses and making my mind fade. Sated and exhausted, I fell into a deep and restful sleep.

We talked a little in that first afternoon. I told her about my ex-fiancée... She asked questions and made some nice comments - would she be genuinely interested in what I told her or was it all staged?

Contrary to my initial intention of doing just one test, I scheduled a new encounter, then another, and another... The intimacy grew with each new contact and she guessed me more and more. It was as if we had known each other for many years. Without any doubt, e-Venus's commitment of satisfying my expectations was exceeded by considerable margin.

Despite being so enchanted, I was aware that Rebeca could never be mine, she belonged to everyone, or rather, to whoever wanted and could pay for her attention. It is a well-known fact that throughout the history of humanity, clients cling to women who sell their love and affection. But it is a sign of the times, the decadence of modern technological society, that they continue to fall in love to them, even knowing that they are machines built for pleasure.

I was awakened from my daydream by the loud ringing of the doorbell...

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