Chapter 18
Iarrived at the Clarendon Golf Club slightly earlier than usual on Monday.
I’m not entirely sure how I managed it after dropping the kids at before school care, especially with a two-day hangover looming over me.
I’m not used to drinking so much, and certainly not tequila slammers.
The thought makes my stomach curdle as I head into the staff room to leave my bag and jacket.
I’m already wearing my uniform of a knee-length black pencil skirt and a white blouse.
I just need to add my Roxy badge and I’m ready for my shift.
Opening the door, I see to my delight Sophie is also early today. Since the club hasn’t officially opened I know we will be alone and don’t have to worry about being overheard and breaking the club’s strict confidentiality agreement. Miracles do happen!
“Hey Roxy, how are you? How was your sister’s bash?”
“Hi Sophie, oh so good, I had an absolute blast, though I’m afraid the suffering afterwards has followed me into today.”
“Oh ouch.” Sophie cringes, her pretty pixy face screwing up in sympathy. “Don’t worry, I had a quiet weekend and feel fresh as a daisy, so I’ve got your back today.”
“Thanks.” I sigh, of course she has got my back, she’s always got my back. “So, you didn’t get up to much then? No jobs or anything?”
“No, not this weekend, I just spent some quality time with Sam, we went to Prahran Market, took a picnic to Albert Park. It was nice actually. I should really do more things like that. I know we get paid extra well for taking the Playmates jobs but it’s nice to take a step back and appreciate the things around us and not always put the extra money we can be making first. Does that make sense? ”
I smile warmly, I know exactly what she means.
“As my dad always said to me: We work to live, not live to work,” I say back to her.
“I totally understand what you mean. I try and be present with my kids when I’m with them but when I’m not, I constantly feel like I need to be working, our mortgage and the bills are so high, we would have had to move if I didn’t get this job at The Clarendon.
I still feel like I need to work more whilst I have the opportunity, our mortgage is so high, I’m talking $980,000!
! Just under a million dollars! It was fine when it was 0. 1% interest rates, but now…”
“Oh yeah, I can see why you need the extra work then. Working here and being a Playmate will certainly help you pay off that quicker than the average person. Did you look on the Amber job board over the weekend?”
“No.” I shake my head, “Why, anything good? You not taking any jobs this week?”
“I have a job booked from the Green board, a Daddy kink for tomorrow night. But the reason I mention it is because there are a few interesting ones you might enjoy.”
“Daddy?” I ask not sure if I heard her right. Even on the Green board there are plenty of kinks I’m not familiar with.
“Yes Daddy. The job is to be a naughty teenager,” Sophie explains, always happy to help me learn new terms and kinks.
“Well that sounds interesting! Have you done that one before?”
“Yes I have, it’s naughty and fun all at once. Like you get taken care of like a child but at the same time you let them play with your body, spank you, fuck you and then say ‘Thank you Daddy.’”
“Gosh, that is kind of a mind fuck. But I’m not opposed to it.” I giggle, Sophie giggles too.
“Me neither!”
“What jobs are on the Amber board? Any you think could work for me?”
“There are two, and they both have decent payments—in the $4-15k mark. That’ll help with your million dollar mortgage.”
“Hey, it’s $980,000 thank you. And wow $15k!” Sophie said the number so easily. She must be used to bigger paydays but that is without a doubt the highest paying job I’ve come across. Hearing it sends a bolt of excitement through me.
“Haha, well ok. They will at least cover one or two repayments. Listen, both sound weird but hear me out. I’ve done both jobs and they are unusual but kinky fun.”
“Ok,” I say, intrigued with a nervous giggle. I really enjoy hearing Sophie’s stories and getting her advice. In my mind, Sophie’s opinion is the golden standard when it comes to playmate jobs. She hasn’t let me down yet.
“First one is called Sploshing.”
“Sploshing,” I repeat out loud with a laugh. “Are you making that word up?”
“I am not! Bear with me. It’s an actual kink I promise you. See Amber is the job board for unusual kinks. Sploshing is food play.”
“Ahhh. Funny name for it.”
“It is, but that’s ok. Think covering you in chocolate spread and being licked from head to toe.
Or having to lick whipped cream from places you never thought you might be licking whipped cream from.
Also, I should give a disclaimer—food most likely will be inserted into places that it may never have been inserted before if you catch my drift. ”
“Ok, yep, I catch your drift. Did you enjoy it?”
“I absolutely did enjoy it. By the end, I was full to the brim of food, and that’s not including the food in my tummy,” Sophie says with a wink.
I want to ask more, all the details, what kind of food. But we only have 5 minutes before we are due to be on shift.
“You make it sound fun. I’m not opposed to it. More intrigued. What about the other job you mentioned?”
“Look out for the Pet Play one. Now that one is a hoot. They’ll dress you up as their favourite animal, tail and all.
You have to spend the time being an animal and abiding by their every whim.
Sexually I mean. And these pet play guys, they’re all deviants I swear.
Don’t judge me but I kinda get off on it.
It’s so wacky and unusual, and completely filthy, I dig it. ”
“You mean you have to crawl around on all fours and actually act like a pet?”
“That’s exactly what I mean. Collar and all. And who knows what kind of a pet you might be!”
“You didn’t click on the job to see?”
“Nah, not anymore. I used to read all the job posts but I feel like when you’ve read them a few times, you don’t need to read them all the time anymore.”
“And you didn’t fancy doing this job yourself?”
“Sam is taking me away and that job falls across the dates. Sadly. Otherwise hell yeah, I would likely have applied for it. Look, it’s not for everyone. But I enjoy them so I thought I’d mention both to you, especially now you have access to the Amber job board.”
“Ah thank you so much, I appreciate the heads up on them. I don’t know if I’d have gone for them without having even this tiny insight into them.
But if you have done them, maybe I can give them a go.
I guess management thinks I can handle it seeing as they’ve allowed me access to apply for these types of jobs. ”
“You can definitely handle it. If you have any questions about them when you see them, give me a call,” Sophie offers warmly. “Come on, we’d better dash now. You can tell me all about your sister’s party whilst we work.”
“Despite the fact I had the best time, turns out that wasn’t the highlight of my night,” I say cryptically as we leave.
Sophie raises an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you about that little endeavour over lunch,” I tease, knowing she’ll hate the suspense, and on cue Sophie screws up her face and pouts.
Her auburn hair falling around her face as she re-does her high ponytail.
“That’s four hours away!” she complains and I laugh.
“I’m sorry! It’s not a story for the café but I promise it’s a good one.”
“Sigh,” says Sophie dramatically. “Ok, I can wait. But you had better dish the deets the moment we’re in the car, I can’t be waiting until lunch is served.”
And with that we head into the Marion Café and begin our 4 hour morning shift together.
The morning is busy and flies by, in no time at all Ava and Thomas arrive to take over our shifts and we have lunch together.
I put Sophie out of her misery and give her the steamy details of my ‘dream’ experience.
I feel like Sophie is a safe person to confide in about work or home.
There is no one I would tell in my real life about the way James had sex with me in my sleep.
They would be horrified but Sophie wasn’t the slightest bit phased.
She said she’d taken a somnophilia kink job and she didn’t mind it at all.
Afterall, she was literally paid to sleep—even if she was fucked whilst she was sleeping.
I make a note to look out for those jobs myself, although could anyone else be as good as James?
When I get to my office, I feel heavy. Working for myself has lost its luster since I first started working at the Clarendon, even more so now I’m a Clarendon Playmate.
I took the Clarendon to top up my salary and to keep my little business running.
But now, I wonder if that was the right decision.
Instead of jumping straight into my orders to pack.
I open the Clarendon Playmates Portal and click on the Amber job board and start scanning for the two jobs Sophie had referred to. And there they were:
Wednesday 6pm – 3hrs, MM/FP, Sploshing $4,000 I would like to eat my favourite food from your body.
I also have a thing for inserting certain food objects into your body and then eating or sharing them with you.
I also enjoy joining in and having food lathered over my genitals for you to lick and suck clean.
Things will get messy, sticky and downright delectable.
This job is a degustation meal of my desires. Are you ready to be served?