 |
|||
|
|
FFF
BOOK 1
Chapter 1
Jill could picture herself counting the money already. Her old room mate had given her the idea
before she moved out. Without Traci
living there, she was going to have to get rid of the apartment anyway. Uptown
Traci had been a
good room mate, but had moved in with her new boyfriend last month. She had paid her half of the rent through the
end of the lease. Unfortunately the
lease ended this month. Jill had known
that Traci was barely scraping by herself.
She had asked her where she had come up with all the new found
wealth. She doubted that it was coming
from Traci’s new boyfriend Ted. He was a
great guy, and definitely nice to look at, but unless he had inherited a big
chunk of money, he was broke too. Traci
had danced around the subject when Jill had first confronted her, but she
finally spilled the beans. She had been
working for a kinky modeling agency. It
was called Triple F, or FFF. It stood
for Fetish Fantasy Fulfillment. At
first, she told Jill, that the work really wasn’t that bad. By the fourth job, it had gotten really
strange. It was all strange, but the
last time was too strange for her. It
was kind of an escort service, she explained, but there was definitely no sex
allowed between the employees and the clients.
(At least that was what she had been told) It was just freaky rich
people that paid ridiculous amounts of money to have the escorts come work for
them in kinky attire.
Traci had work
four different jobs with FFF. The first
one had paid her one thousand dollars and the company got two. She had to dress up in lingerie and clean a
man’s house, while he sat and watched her most of the time. She suspected that at the times he wasn’t
ogling her, he was off somewhere masturbating.
Although it had seemed a little scary to her to have the man leering at
her as she cleaned, he had never acted improperly, and never touched her. Traci stated that the agency screened their
clients very carefully. She further said
that they were the only agency in the
Jill was doing
the math in her head. One thousand
dollars for eight hours of work. That
was one hundred and twenty-five dollars an hour! “Why didn’t you ask the guy if you could do
it outside the agency in the future?”
Jill asked. “You could have made
twice as much money and he still could have saved some.” “If you did it, say twice a week, you could
make over a hundred grand a year and only have to work sixteen hours a
week.” “I wish it was that simple” Traci
replied. “You have to sign a contract
with the company that says you won’t do that.
They showed me a bunch of legal papers from lawsuits of girls who had
tried that. They sued them and won every
time. The girls are in debt for the rest
of their lives. Triple F has their bases
pretty well covered on that one.”
Traci had then
told her about her second job. It had
been as a topless server for a birthday party for a kinky guy. Three other girls had worked with her. It had only consisted of serving dinner and
drinks. They had been dressed in short,
black leather mini skirts, black leather bow ties, and matching stiletto
heels. Traci was really proud of her
breasts and didn’t think it had been that bad, seeing she wasn’t the only one
on display. The downside was that it
only paid six hundred dollars. The
upside was that she had only worked three hours. She admitted that she had been a little
embarrassed, but all in all it was worth the money. She had then decided to work for the agency
for a few months and then get out when she had put away some money.
Every job started
at the company headquarters where she got in costume. She would then be blindfolded and driven to
the client’s location. She wasn’t
allowed to know where she was working to respect the client’s wishes. The very rich liked their privacy. She would do the job, and then be picked up
and driven blindfolded back to the agency after it was done. When she came in for her third job, she had,
had second thoughts about going through with it. It was an S&M job. She new she could walk away at any time, or
refuse any job, and was wondering why she hadn’t refused this one when they had
first called her. Her costume had
consisted of a rubber nun’s habit complete with rosary. She was told that the client would supply the
rest of the props. On went the
blindfold, and into the company van she had gone. When the man opened the door, she wasn’t
terribly surprises to see a fifty something, overweight, balding man dressed as
a school boy. She had been briefed on
his likes and dislikes. Traci had spent
the entire day belittling him and spanking him with a wooded paddle and a
ruler. He seemed to thrive on the
humiliation. He ejaculated at least ten
times throughout the day, and was happy as a clam when she forced him to clean
it up every time. She found the whole
thing distasteful, but since it was a participant booking, one where she was in
direct interaction with the client, she made twenty-five hundred dollars. She had weighed the pros and cons on the
return trip to the agency, and decided that the money won.
About a week
later she had been surfing the job listings on the company agency’s website
using the password they had supplied her.
It allowed her to get onto the employee section on the site and view the
available jobs. She saw a job that paid
ten thousand dollars. It was a four day,
live in position over a holiday weekend.
It involved fetish clothing and bondage.
She would be the one who would be bound, but the ad stated no S&M
would be involved. The idea of being
tied up for a weekend in kinky clothes didn’t thrill her, but the money
did. “When was this? One of the weekends you were staying over at
Ted’s place?” Jill asked with a raised
eyebrow. “At least you thought so, and
he thought I was out of town with you” Traci replied with a wink.
If you’ve enjoyed this story so far, please let me
know. Feedback is requested and greatly
appreciated, as are suggestions for the plots and characters of future story
segments. You can contact my by email at
WSoxWinYes@Yahoo.com. Thanks for your support! I look forward to hearing from you.
|
|
|