Chapter 8
It was time to get under another cock to get over the last one, as my mentor Sophie had so wisely advised.
Opening my laptop, I log in and go to the Green playmate job page.
Once again a bit relieved that I don’t have access to Amber or Red yet.
Reading through the titles I came across the heading Stretching amongst others such as Voyeurism, Choking, Body Worship and Foot Fetish.
Feeling the pull of curiosity, I click on the Stretching job post for more details, my heart starts thumping.
It feels like spying on someone else’s fantasy.
Which is ludicrous because it’s a job post.
I would like to play with different sized dildos and plugs with your pussy and your arsehole.
I enjoy watching you stretch around each one.
I would like to take the time and watch as you take a bigger dildo or butt plug each time, eventually taking the biggest ones and filling both your holes up together.
When you’re full with both of my biggest toys, I would like to fill your mouth with my cock as I come deep in your throat.
This will be filmed for my personal use only.
There was a reason why I clicked on this job post, that reason was making my panties wet.
I’d never done anything like this with James before, but my interest is piqued nevertheless.
How big could the dildos be? Can I stretch enough to take them?
And my butt, sure we’ve tried butt plugs a few times in the bedroom, but never at the same time as a dildo.
What would it feel like to be stuffed with two sex toys at the same time?
As if on cue, James enters the lounge and slumps down next to me on the sofa.
“Whatcha looking up? Some new minxy Roxy job?” Of course he knows. This man can read me like a book.
“Uh huh.” I nod and smile coyly back at him.
“Seen something you like then?”
“Uh huh. Wanna see?”
“Oh baby, I want to do more than see,” he says cheekily. “Come on, pass over the laptop.”
I slide the laptop across to his lap and then watch his face as he reads the job description. The sides of his lips turn up and one eyebrow shoots straight up towards his dirty blond hairline.
“Stretching. Interesting. Hot. I’m going to have a lot of fun seeing how stretched my wife has become when she gets home.”
“You don’t mind this one?”
“I don’t mind at all. I want to see you stretched out with my own eyes.”
I smile widely at him. I want to do this one for the club member and also for James. And myself if I can be honest.
“When is the job for?”
“Wednesday evening if I get it. I’ll apply now. $3,000 is so much money!”
“You might well earn it depending on the size of the dildos and butt plugs this sick fuck wants to shove up you.”
“Ouch, you’re right.” I laugh and screw up my face. “He does say he’s going to build me up to it though. Hopefully with a vat load of lube…”
I apply for the role.
Dear Member 204,
I would like to offer myself over to your use on Wednesday evening.
I think you’ll enjoy stretching my pussy and arsehole to their very limits.
I want to feel those dildos up in my stomach.
I want to feel the stretch of those butt plugs for days after.
Please will you fuck my face whilst stuffed with your favourite toys and give me the pleasure of drinking your come?
Yours, Roxy
I giggle to myself. I wonder how other playmates apply for jobs? I need to remember to ask Sophie. Is that too much? I do want to get the job; $3,000 would make such a difference to us.
Before I’ve even closed the laptop, a notification flashes up on screen.
ACCEPTED
I clap my hands in a burst of excitement.
Clearly Member 204 liked my naughty words.
I don’t even speak dirty to James, I’m not sure how I managed to write it.
Roxy is becoming my alter ego as well as my alias at the club.
She is getting out of control! I kind of like her though.
She sounds confident and sexy. I want to be confident and sexy.
I phone Sophie, she answers on the first ring. Sophie is not her real name like Roxy is not mine and occasionally I wonder what hers is. After two rings I hear Sophie’s sunny voice, “Hey Roxy. How are you?”
“Hi Sophie, I’m doing well thank you. Are you working this week?”
“Yes I’m working the café Tuesday, Thursday this week and then the bar Friday. I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Sophie knows I just work mornings 9-1pm to accommodate my own business, which ironically is looking less and less appealing by the day. I love my little business but if making $3,000 in three hours is possible for me, I’m not sure I’m going to need to run it for much longer.
“Yep I’ll be there tomorrow. I’ve just been accepted for a new job. It’s for pussy and anal stretching. Have you done anything like that before?”
“Oh sure, nice. It’ll be an experience, but you can handle it, I know it. You’ve pushed two kids out so it’s just your butt that might need to relax. Remember, deep breaths, breathe through it. Play with your clit, it makes relaxing much easier.”
“Thanks, I will do that. What do you have on this week, playmate jobs I mean?”
“I’m getting ready for a job right now actually. It’s Electrostimulation. Don’t freak out. I’m not getting electrocuted. Well, I am, but not fried.”
“Wow and ouch? How does that even work? What job board is that?”
“It’s basically an electro sex toy. I’ve played with this guy before, if it is who I think it is.
He’s real naughty. Likes to blindfold me so I don’t know where he’s going to touch me.
He builds up the intensity as the time goes by.
He likes to hear me scream, especially when he zaps my clit.
It’s from the Amber board by the way. You wouldn’t have seen it.
But all good, you’ll get to play with the Electro Kinkers one day soon. ”
“Ouch, I think I need to build up to that one. Do you like it?”
“I love it. The anticipation of the zaps and giving over complete control and freedom of my body… I could come just thinking about what this member will do to me.”
“Good luck with that one. I take it, it doesn’t leave any marks or burns.”
“Oh god no. Nothing is allowed to be done to us that will permanently mark us. Although I did hear that one playmate was offered more money than they could ever refuse to have a surprise session on the Red list. I don’t know what was done but I know there were a few permanent reminders.
This one club member and job received special permission to take place.
Sandy told me once that each Red job is authorised on a case-by-case basis.
I guess if I looked on the Red list maybe I might see more.
But I’m happy sticking to Green and Amber, I can always find a job that I can’t resist. And that’s enough money for me. ”
“Wow, I wonder what was done to her and how much she was paid…” I muse.
“Don’t stress about it. You can see for yourself soon enough. First things first, you need to survive your first stretching job. You’ll be fine though; I’m just fucking with you.”
“I’m kind of looking forward to it.”
“Good, you should be. Enjoy it. Just lie back and think of the money! And on that note, I need to fly. Catch you tomorrow my friend.”
“See you tomorrow, enjoy your job you little minx!”
Ending the call I muse about the Red list. I’m so curious to see what is on there.
Certainly, I won’t be able to guess. I’m already googling what kinks are even out there—the majority I’ve never even heard of.
How much money could they offer for unrestrained access?
My pussy flutters at the thought. What would I be open to allow for the right price?
What even is the right price? If I make it to the Red jobs list, will it enable me to start paying off our mortgage, not just the interest?
My daydream of a mortgage free life is interrupted by a sleepy little angel who has woken up and needs a glass of water and to be put back to bed.
Being a playmate and a mum is worlds apart yet I’m doing them both.
It’s my life. The confidentiality of the Clarendon Club gives me a sense of security that neither side of my life will ever cross paths.
At least, I pray I can always keep them totally separate.
After putting my youngest back to bed I do all the usual things that a mum does.
I tidy away the day in the kitchen and dining room, put another load of washing on and fold the one that has been sitting in the dryer for a few days now.
Before my playmate days I would listen to endless audiobooks to fill my head with stories and spice whilst doing chores.
Now I find I don’t need either, I have so many thoughts rolling through my mind and imagination.
Becoming a playmate has turned my real life spice up to a five-out-of-five chilli rating on the spicy scale and that’s just with my husband.
Including the jobs, it blows my mind how this is my life, and it is happening to me.
And there are two of me, Rosie the mum and wife—hard working, normal and friendly.
Then there is Roxy: playmate, confident and willing submissive for a fee.
I catch myself laughing out loud. What is happening to my life?