Chapter 4
After dinner I open my laptop and check to see if Sandy has sent me the new contract and login details.
I haven’t mentioned anything to James yet, I just want to see it with my own eyes.
Opening the email, I copy the password and click on the link to the Playmates Portal.
I’m greeted with a black screen with a username and password box.
Logging in the screen changes into three circles: the traffic light colours.
I click on the green circle and sure enough I’m taken to a job board with a short list of ‘jobs’. I scroll down the list…
Now my brain is going to the Amber job board and wondering what the timeframes and base payments for those kinks could be?
I click on the Breast Worship job post for further details.
‘Looking for a lady with cup size c or bigger breasts that I can squeeze, massage, ice, lick, bite, suck, beat and tie up. I would like to spend the entire time worshiping your voluminous breasts. I would like them to end with beautiful purple love bites and bruises. I would like to photograph them at each angle as a keepsake. Before the end of the session, I would like to fuck you whilst admiring my work on your skin’
Time - 2hrs
Payment - $2,000
Yikes, this guy really likes to hurt breasts.
Liquid heat starts to pool at my core. This is the kind of kink I’m into and would never admit out loud to anyone.
What would it be like? What would the stranger be like?
Does this make him some kind of psycho? Does this make me some kind of psycho?
$2,000 sounds like a great deal of money for 2 hours work and to get enjoyment out of it at the same time. Would I enjoy it? Could I?
I think I’m keen, like really keen. I haven’t even read the other jobs and already feel a wave of pure unadulterated excitement.
Like I’ve been let into a secret club and it could be all my wildest fantasies and more.
I guess that is exactly what it is—my fantasies could now become an actual reality.
James walks past behind me and pops his head over my shoulder.
“What are you up to, working?”
I shut the laptop with a fright. My face must have been a picture, James narrows his eyes at me as he pulls up a chair at our table placing two cups of tea between us.
“Some secret business I can see,” he says with bemusement on his face, one eyebrow quirked up. I blush. I feel like I was just caught with my fingers in the candy jar. Or down my pants would be the more appropriate analogy.
“Ah yeah. Something like that actually.” I grimace and blush an even deeper shade of red. “Something happened today, at work. It was my six-month probation meeting, and I passed.”
“Of course you did, there would be no question!” James, always my cheerleader, reaches out and squeezes my shoulder. We have no secrets and I’m not about to keep this as one. We can discuss the Clarendon Playmates and decide together as adults—partners, what to do.
“There was something else that came out in the meeting. A revelation of sorts.”
“Oh yeah? Spill? Are you now able to see the real names of the members or something? Got any famous people there I might know?”
“Well, no, that is not it. But good guess though. To be honest, you’d never guess it.
Heck I didn’t guess it. I thought they’d give me a discounted golf membership or something—I was dreading having to look excited about that.
” I let out a short awkward laugh at the thought of it. James looks at me intently, waiting.
“They have an underground kink club. It’s why I had to sign all those non-disclosures and take an alias.” I hold in a breath and watch for James’ reaction. He does not disappoint. His face screws up as if trying to decide whether he heard me right or whether I’m shitting him.
“A kink club…” he says at last. “Okay. How does that affect you; they need you to bartend or something. Is it on the property or on the grounds or something?”
“Ha.” I blow out in a nervous breath. “Not quite like that, no.”
I explain the job posts and the traffic light system for the kinks and how the employees double as ‘paid for hire sex workers’. James looks stunned. I’m probably looking at my own reaction on his face now.
“And they want you to be a sex worker? They hired you to serve coffee and your pussy?”
“I guess… That’s what I’m trying to get my head around. I don’t know what they saw in me. It all feels like a lot to take in right now.”
“You told them you’re married right?”
“Yes, of course they know I’m married. Turns out, most of the staff are either in a relationship or married. I’m surprised about everything.”
James sits down in the chair next to me and runs his hand through his hair a few times processing what I’ve just told him. He looks up.
“You’re considering it aren’t you?”
“Well, no. I haven’t given it much thought. I’ve literally just logged on to see the kinds of job posts and money. It’s a lot of money James. I had no idea.”
“Do we need more money now you have this part time job?”
“Well no, we don’t need more money. We can now pay our current bills which is a good start. But for 2 hours work, we could be an extra $2k up, that’s my entire weekly salary from my own business.”
“So these people are basically paying a lot of money for their kinky fantasies and to fuck other peoples’ wives?”
“Yeah, that is kind of the gist as far as I can see…” I’m trying to read James’ reaction as I’m sure he’s trying to read mine.
I feel like I’m suddenly thrown into a game of poker trying to pick up a tell of his face but also hide my own.
Am I trying to convince James to let me do it? Am I trying to convince myself?
“Show me the job posts,” he demands, leaning forward.
I open my laptop and he reads the headings of the few current job posts in the Green section.
Using the mouse, he clicks out of it and clicks onto the amber circle.
A restricted notice comes up saying I do not have access to this level.
I almost breathe out a sign of relief. The Green was plenty for a taster.
James clicks back to the Green job board and then clicks on each of the full job descriptions reading every last detail.
I scoot my chair over to sit closer next to him and read the job posts too, each one making me feel hotter than the previous one.
When James pulls up the final post, he side eyes me.
“You like this one don’t you. It interests you.” James knows me too well, well of course he does, he’s my husband.
“You want some rich guy tying up your tits and beating them black and blue.” His voice is deep and rich. There is something that flashes in his eyes. Heat? Lust? Does he want me to do it?
I clear my throat. “You know I like this shit, James. I don’t know how I feel about strangers doing it to me.
But yes, I do like the sound of it.” I feel edgy, embarrassed.
Both from talking out loud what my sexual fantasies are and also guilty that I am even considering entertaining this idea of strangers paying for sex amongst other things. “Tell me what you are thinking James.”
James has his elbows on the table and both his hands are running through his hair.
“I don’t know what to think. You’re my wife. I didn’t sign up to share you. You are mine. I own you.” The heat burning from James’ eyes, this look makes my toes curl and my pussy flutter. “Yet the thought of strangers doing things to you, to my wife, turns me on. What’s wrong with me?”
“It turns you on?” I whisper in surprise.
“Yes. I want to see what they do to your body. I want to do the same. If they mark you, I want to mark you. If they fuck you, I want to fuck you in the same way.”
I bite my lip trying to take in what James is telling me. Is he giving his blessing to take a job?
“You’re ok for me to apply for these jobs, like really?”
James stares at me, really stares right into my eyes.
“No I’m not ok, but I think I will be ok.
I think for the money, we could afford to take the kids to Japan or go back to the UK for Christmas.
I’m not even saying do it for the money.
I don’t want you to do it for the money.
I want you to do it only if it’s something you want to do? Is it something you want to do?”
“Yes and no if I’m honest. I didn’t think fantasies came true.
I thought they always stayed as just that—fantasies which is why I’ve never given it any thought, least of all from a stranger.
I feel funny thinking about a stranger touching me.
But it’s the way they want to touch me that makes me feel hot, like a craving.
I want to see what sort of a person wants to do these things to me.
I want to see their eyes and watch them move.
” I take in a breath and before James can reply I continue, “James. If this was the other way around, I’m not sure I could cope with you fucking other women.
This is really hypocritical of me. I don’t want anything to come between us. I don’t want to share you.”
“I have no interest in any women other than you Rosie. You’re my one.
I trust you. This is work with a little bit of pleasure thrown in.
And some pain by the sounds of it. I am possessive of my things, of you.
But I also feel something I’ve never felt before about you with other men.
A desire to share in a depraved way. I like the thought of strangers paying to use your body. ”
“So, we’re doing it. I’ll apply for a job and see if I get it?”
“Let’s take it one job at a time. See how you feel after the first one. Are you sure you’re going to be ok actually doing this? This is your body. And their body. And them touching you, fucking you. Have you considered how this will make you feel there and also after?”
“Not really. But I think I can deal with it. It’s 2 hours of my life. I can do this for $2,000. I want to be able to do this for us.”
“What are the next steps?”
“I guess I apply. Then book in on Monday for the inhouse medical. Sandy’s email said everyone is to be tested each week for a clean bill of health. No STDs. Actually, first I need to set up my profile.”
“Okay, so apply. I know the one you want. Do it. I’m going to do an hour’s work and then call it a night. I’ll see you upstairs in a bit.”
“Oh gosh, what do I even say in my application… Not to worry, I can work it out. Be up once I’ve stewed on my job application and profile.”
Once I’m 80% happy with my profile and sorted through thousands of photos on my phone to upload just one, I write my reply to the job post.
Hi Member 805,
I would like to apply for your Sunday evening of breast worship.
My breasts are 34D and I think you’ll enjoy them as much as I will enjoy everything you have planned for me and them if you choose me.
I’m sure it’s not applicable if it’s my kink or not, but as it so happens, what you would like to do to me, is exactly what I would love for you to do to me.
I hope you choose me, Roxy.
Ten minutes later I receive a notification to login to the Playmate Portal.
Job ACCEPTED.