At First Sight: Freeuse

AT FIRST SIGHT

BOOK FOUR

SKYLAR QUINN

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. No reproduction of this work is allowed without the express written consent from the author, with exceptions for review purpose only.

Any resemblance to real life character names and/or personalities is purely coincidence.

AT FIRST SIGHT: FREEUSE

First edition. August 8, 2025

Cover photo source/license: Deposit Photo Image: 320403514 Copyright @ VitalikRadko

Written by Skylar Quinn

CRUSH Publications

www.crushpublications.com

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Chapter 1

Ann

Success in this industry wasn’t judged by repeat clients. It was evaluated through word of mouth. Over the last few weeks, my phone had been ringing more from client referrals than from marketing ads. That little tidbit made my job so much easier. When my clients told their friends about my services, they seemed to always include the personal touches that Margie and I added to each of the care packages we put together.

This week’s project had been courtesy of Jonathan. He was also a client referral. It had been a few months since Jonathan and Courtney had been in our office, but they seemed happy from the update I got when Brock called to schedule his interview.

His request was unique, and I loved challenges.

Margie and I spent the last week digging through profiles for the perfect personality. We had started recording interviews when clients talked with us. This time around, we had to find Brock not just a wife, but a couple that wanted to swap anytime, anywhere, in a freeuse style.

First, it was easy to find a woman to set Brock up with. Shelby had contacted us at the start of the business venture, but she wanted a very specific type of husband. The physique and personality, she said, were a must. I almost forgot about her altogether, and then Margie remembered we had a redhead apply at the beginning. Brock wanted a sassy redhead. Then I remembered the couple I had met at a convention. Jeb & Kasey. They had been swingers for most of their marriage but wanted to settle down and only swap with one couple. They were tired of the club scene. I emailed Jeb, and we set up a meeting for this morning to discuss the details. I was excited that this all seemed to fall into place.

It was almost ten in the morning, and Margie was setting up the Zoom call for us. We always took the calls in the other room, where all the interviews were conducted. I gathered my notes and files and walked into the conference room.

“Everything ready to go?” I asked Margie.

“Yes ma’am. I have all the standard items set up, and the meeting link is ready for you. Do you want me in here taking notes or no?”

I thought about it for a moment. “Yes, that would be great.”

“Will do,” she said.

I sat down in my usual spot and opened my notebook, grabbed my pen and started the Zoom call. It didn’t matter how much I went through this process; I was always nervous the client on the other side would back out, and then I would be left with nothing. Insecurities were normal, I told myself.

When the second window popped up and the man on the other end showed up, I let out a sigh of relief as I smiled and started talking. “Good morning, Brock! Great to have you joining us.”

“Hey there, Ann. Glad to be here!”

“I know that we have had a couple of conversations already, but we wanted to go over the final details in one last interview before you came in to meet everyone.”

“Sounds great. Yeah, this is kinda a weird way to get a wife, so whatever you need, I’m game.”

“Perfect! First off, I always like to confirm that we are still on the same page. You want a sassy redhead, right?”

“Yes, that’s always been the dream. And if she was Irish, that would be even better.”

I laughed. “I hear ya. And you’re sure you want another couple, right?”

He nodded. “Yes. I’ve been doing my research, and I know some people struggle with sharing. But I really think that I won’t be one of those individuals.”

“Good. We always encourage your own research. That shows us you're dedicated to the process.”

“I am. I would prefer someone who could pick up and move into my house. I’ve owned it for ten years now. I have only five years left on the mortgage. It would be a great way to start our life together.”

That was a new bit of information that we hadn’t gathered before, so I jotted it down and looked to Margie, who nodded at me. She caught it too. I knew she would start looking into Shelby’s file to see what her home status was.

“We will do our best. Truth is, we have someone lined up for you. There are just a couple of finishing touches we have to evaluate but let me be the first to congratulate you. Your wedding will be this Friday.”

“Wow, already! That’s great news.”

I nodded. “It sure is. I was thrilled with the match we were able to come up with, and I really think you’re going to grow to love her.”

“What about the other piece of the puzzle?”

I smiled. “Ahh yes. You are a complex one. Well, why don’t we save some surprises for the wedding day?”

He laughed. “Holding it close to the vest, I like it. I don’t always show my hand too when I am unsure if it will all work out like I want.”

“It isn’t that. It’s just that we have a process, and we stick to it for a reason. One detail at a time. This is something that builds on itself.”

“Makes sense.” He smiled at the camera. I could feel his excitement through the screen.

We continued talking for another ten minutes, and when we ended the call; he looked as happy as I expected him to be.

“What did you find out about Shelby?” I asked Margie.

“She’s still a match. Her lease ends in two months. Probably enough time for them to decide if they can work or not.”

“You’re amazing. Thanks for picking up that ball and rolling with it while I did the last conversation with Brock.”

“Hey, it’s what you pay me for, Ann.”

I chuckled. “Yes, you’re right there.”

“He seemed genuinely eager.”

Nodding my head in agreement, “He did.”

“Guess I have suites to book and a wedding to plan,” Margie said.

“Yes. And I have another couple to call.”

The week went by fast, and we were now waiting for Brock to show up for his wedding. As always, our ceremony room was decked out in the traditional wedding décor we use for each couple. Margie had the honeymoon suite booked at the first hotel and then a dual suite booked at another for two days later. Everything was perfectly in line and ready for our client's arrival.

There was the dinging of the bell at the front door that went off, telling us that Brock had arrived. He walked in, decked out to the nines in a dark blue tux, cream pressed shirt, snazzy tie and with his hair slicked back. He looked like a million dollars.

“Good afternoon!” I said, standing up to greet him.

“Ann, a pleasure.” He took my hand and brought it to his lips and gave it a light kiss. “I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.”

“All in a day’s work. Come on, Margie will show you where you’re going to wait. Can’t see the bride before the wedding!”

I watched him walk off with Margie and then checked the time. Shelby should be here soon.

A few minutes later, I heard the door open, and in walked our bride to be. She too, was all decked out. Her sleek wedding dress showed off her perfect curves. Her hair was curled in locks and tied up in a way that made them cascade down her face. She was breathtaking.

“Shelby! You’re right on time. He’s here. Are you ready to do this?’

She smiled. “Take me to my husband.”

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