The Program

 

Her pale white legs dangled over the edge of the cliff; sea grasses brushing roughly against her exposed arms. The raw power of the surging ocean below her would have intimidated many, but not Josie. She had always loved the ocean, and ever since she was old enough to traipse the island unsupervised, she wandered the bluffs seeking respite from her thoughts.

“Josie!”

She turned her face away from her beloved ocean to see who was calling her name. Striding towards her purposefully was Callum, his dark hair being whipped about his face. The 28 year-old slowed down as he neared her. “Do you mind if I sit?”

Josie shook her head and patted the bare rock beside her. Callum sat down and slung his long, lean legs over the edge of the rocky outcropping. Together, they sat in silence, staring out at the seemingly infinite stretch of water before them.

“The medical team wants to register you in The Program” Callum said quietly “apparently you're fully physically mature now”

Josie breathed deeply, contemplating her response. It was inevitable that this day would come, she knew; she had been groomed for it her entire life. The island Josie was born and raised on was called Sipka, and it existed for one purpose and one purpose only: to house the Institute, a learning and training facility for the boys and girls who lived there. From their youngest days, they were provided with the highest education and quality training. By 10 years old, each student was fluent in a minimum of three languages, had a solid grasp of mathematics, geography and science. They were, without a doubt, the most educated young people in the world. By 18, each student would have equivalent of a doctorate degree in the field of their choosing. The reality of the situation was that few of them actually needed to work past the age of 25 or 30, thanks to The Program.

The fourteen year-old girl shuffled her weight back and forth and turned to face Callum, her deep green eyes searching his olive face. “What should I do?” she asked, quietly

Callum's black eyes were soft and he smiled at her gently. “You don't have to register in the Program, Josie, nobody would ever force you; that's not the business we're in. It's entirely up to you.”

The 'business' he spoke of (to put it bluntly) was sex. The Program was a training regime for young courtesans; the best in the world. The students of the Institute were available to provide services for some of the most powerful people in the world, and with a very high price-tag. The Institute had annual membership fees for it's subscribers, and all additional fees were kept in trust for the students. Not all students were accepted for The Program; the chosen had to be exceptionally intelligent, physically healthy, attractive and psychologically stable. Josie knew that she was at the top of the list.

It wasn't that she found the idea of being a sex worker distasteful or scandalous. Quite the contrary, in fact, she found the idea... arousing. It was just that this body of hers was so new. At 14 years old, she was now fully mature; her body capable (and quite willing) to endure the rigours of the program.

Her train of thought derailed as Callum's hand rested on her knee, his large fingers grazing her shin. “It's up to you, sweetheart. Just know that you can always leave The Program and pursue other studies whenever you'd like. It's not a binding contract, it's your life to do with as you choose.” he gave her knee a gentle squeeze “...And if it makes you feel any better, your new dorm would be assigned to my section. I'd always be here for you.”

Josie's face lit up with glee, a sparkle coming to her deep green eyes. “Oh! You'd be my Advisor?”

Callum smiled “If that's what you'd like, the Directors are willing to assign you to my group”

The beautiful girl beamed up at him “Yes, I think I'd like that”

Callum stood up and took her small hand “Then lets go get you signed up”

 

Callum lead her back towards the main compound, overwhelmed with mixed feelings. The Directors had made it very clear that he needed to get Josie to accept enrollment in the program. She was a rare gem, and a very special girl. Her test scores were through the roof, she had a sound psych profile and she had always seemed mature beyond her years.

Of course, there was also the matter of her looks. At 14 years old she was 5'1, with a slender, still slightly girlish frame. Her skin was the colour of fresh cream, light and smooth, and her long hair burned a fiery red. Her face looked to be sculpted from marble, with large moss green eyes offset by a short, straight nose and rosy full lips. She was truly a thing a beauty. When Callum had been made a junior advisor at 23, Josie had been in the group of 6 students assigned to him. At the age of nine, she'd been childishly endearing, now at her maturity she made men's heart ache and their loins stir.

He shook the thought from his head abruptly. Junior advisors acted as friends to the young students. They lived near their dormitories and provided support with their school work; they were a shoulder to cry on when times were trying. Of course, the true role of the JA was to report on the well being of the students. Now as a senior advisor, it was his job to subtly mould them into whatever the Directors wanted. He grimaced at the thought.

Looking down at beautiful Josie, he just hoped that he was making the right choice

 

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A/N

Hey folks.  It's my first time really writing anything more than a couple pages, so I hope you like it.  I'm hoping to update frequently. 

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