Chapter 3 #2
“Does everyone who works here also work as a Playmate?” Now my brain is kicking in. Go brain, it took you some time.
“Yes they do. Each to their own levels and interests. Some do it weekly and some do it much less frequently. Most enjoy the ‘extra’ salary this line of work offers. There is a lot of money being offered and it is very hard to pass up. As a sweetener, we cover your side of the income tax. So the amounts you see offered for a job, are the amounts you take home.”
“Why did you think I would be interested in being a part of this other side of your business?” Curiosity is now beating any other sane question coming to my brain.
“There is something about you Roxy, something untapped brewing under the surface. I can feel it. Call it intuition. I haven’t been wrong about an employee yet. And like I say, you are beautifully submissive, a trait favoured in our members community.”
I take a deep breath. “Can I think about it?”
“Absolutely. I will send you a login for the Playmate Portal and you can review the job board and see for yourself. My advice would be, if you do decide to be a part of it, to take it slow and edge into the salacious world of kinks. I think you’ll find, once you’ve tried a few, you might discover there is more that you’re open to than you first considered.
“Go to lunch with Sophie. She will tell you her experience before you go home to your husband. Think very carefully before discussing it with him. You may decide not to tell him at all. Some of our staff don’t tell their spouses. That is entirely up to you.
“And Roxy, whether you decide to be a part of Clarendon Playmates or not, please can you sign our contract over the weekend and the new non-disclosure I’m emailing to you. Either way, it will be lovely to continue our working relationship no matter what you decide to do.”
And with that, Sandy is standing and showing me to the door.
In a daze of thoughts and questions, I walk out of her office, down the stairs and to the front door where Sophie has a shit eating grin across her face.
She grabs my elbow and tugs me out of the foyer and into the car park.
“Oh boy, your face. This lunch is going to be fun!”
Getting into Sophie’s Landover it makes sense why she can even afford such a deluxe car now. All I can muster is a, “What the fuck Sophie?”
Sophie’s eyes sparkle with mischievous glee. “So Sandy told you about the Clarendon Playmates job board then? You’re at least staying on with Clarendon though, right?” Sophie asks, suddenly worried I was in too much shock to accept the permanent position.
“No, I mean yes, I accepted the position. I don’t want to leave. But how come I didn’t know or even pick up on the slightest tell that Clarendons was running some kooky underground kink fest and everyone working around me for the past six months has been in on it but I’ve had no clue?”
Sophie cackles. I raise an eyebrow at her.
“It’s the confidentiality agreement. We don’t gossip or talk about any of the members, especially not at work around members. Sandy would have our arses for sure.”
“Gosh, you guys really do nail it on the confidentiality then. Pulled the wool over my eyes. So, tell me. What are these jobs like? How many have you done? How much can you earn for each job?”
“Wooowow. One question at a time,” Sophie jibes.
“You know we haven’t meant to keep you in the dark, it’s just how they do things here.
Feel the new staff out and see if they could be the right fit.
And you, sexy lady, are what they are looking for.
” Sophie shoots me a wink before turning her attention back to the road.
“I have done a fair amount of jobs now, yes. How do you think I could afford Betty here?” Sophie smiles.
“Your car you mean?”
“Yes, my car. I love her. Don’t you?”
“Erm sure, I guess.” I shrug. “So how many are we talking?” I push.
“I don’t know exactly but I’d say on average one a week. Sometimes I do a couple a week and then I don’t do any for a few weeks.”
“And you’re paid for doing weird kinky shit with strangers?” I ask.
“Yes, I get paid very well for doing weird kinky shit with strangers. And you will too. I know you will. It is not a bad gig at all. The money is excellent. And the jobs, some of the jobs—they blow my mind. And my body. And my mind again.” Laughing she pulls into a car park of a café we know well that has a garden out the back with heaters.
I know Sophie has taken us here because we’re guaranteed to have privacy in the garden while it’s chilly out this time of year.
Ordering at the counter before settling down at a table, I’m ready for my next question.
“Go on then. How much? How much for one kinky job?”
“Well…” she says taking her time extending the suspense.
“Sophie!” I growl.
“Stop, Roxy, you are too much fun right now. Ok, ok. Jobs can range from $1,000 to $20,000 and some I’ve heard of giving $50k+. I know, I know. It’s A LOT of MONEY. And we all know what makes the world go ’round?”
“Money,” I laugh holding my hand over my mouth at the scale of the payments. “What have you had to do for so much money?”
“Ah well, now that would be telling.” She does a key and lock motion with her hands against her lips. I throw a napkin at her.
“Tell me!”
“The range of jobs is huge. You’ll see for yourself. I go for ones depending on my mood in all honesty. Sometimes I click on Green which is your standard lists of kinks—think BDSM dominating guy bossing you around and doing whatever the heck he wants to your body.”
I like the sound of that, I think to myself but don’t dare say a word out loud.
“Amber is a little more of an unusual flavour of kink. Most of the job posts I’d never heard of nor considered before.
I’m not sure if you’re a pain slut or have even messed around in this scene, it can be painful and pleasurable with the right member…
Then there is Red which is all kinds of fucked up fun.
You’re guaranteed not to have any long term injuries but still.
Anal Fisting is the only one I’ve glimpsed and didn’t even bother looking after that.
” Sophie shudders like a breeze just went down her spine.
It makes me cringe too. I don’t mind some anal pleasure, but that does not even sound possible.
“But I do enjoy some jobs on there, I just avoid most.” She trails off.
We both sit in silence finishing up our food. How do you follow up after that image anyway?
2pm rolls around all too quickly and I have to grab my car and go to my own business and try and work while my head is near exploding with so many unanswered questions.
I just need to log into the Playmate Portal and see for myself.
I am curious after all. Not just my brain judging by the tingles in my knickers. What is happening in my life right now?