Chapter 11
I go downstairs to find breakfast is in full swing, James already has the kids dressed in school uniforms and eating whilst he is making lunches. I smile lovingly at the sight. My beautiful family. How did I get so lucky I wonder. James passes me a cup of black tea and I take it gratefully.
“Morning handsome.”
“Morning Rose Petal.” He gives me a kiss on the cheek, adding, “I’ll drop the kids this morning, you take your time and get yourself ready for work.”
“Thank you, I am feeling slow this morning.”
I make myself some toast and slide in between my two kids both eating and doing something on an iPad.
An hour and a half later I’m in Café Marion serving coffees, cleaning tables and waiting for Sophie to arrive. I get on with everyone who works at The Clarendon but Sophie is my work wife, we just gel together and I love our chats and our lunches.
“Hey Roxy,” Sophie says breezily with a warm smile as she slides in behind the coffee counter.
“Hey Sophie,” I reply brightly, looking up over the coffee machine. “How are you feeling this morning?” I say with a wink.
“Oh you know, toasty.” Sophie winks back. We giggle in a shared unspoken joke bumping shoulders. Then we straighten up, remembering where we are, we put back on our professional faces and demeanors and begin our shift together.
The morning passes like any other Monday until noon brings in the early risers who have just finished the circuit of 18 holes of golf.
I am busy restocking the shelves with teas and fresh coffee beans, Sophie is at the till.
I’m not looking but see the men who have just saddled up to the counter in my periphery.
“Flat white and two cappuccinos please Sophie,” a sexily husky voice requests.
“Flat white and two caps coming up. I’ll bring them over, please take a seat,” Sophie purrs in reply.
My head shoots up, and I side eye Sophie and then look at the man who is ordering.
He’s tall and pleasant looking but I’ve never seen him before.
Maybe he visits after my shifts usually or on the weekends?
Turning my attention back to Sophie, she runs up the order in the till and begins to make the gentlemen’s coffees.
She’s going through the usual motions to make the coffees, but she has a slight tremor about her.
Like she’s been caught off balance. I move across to stand next to her and hand her another two cups for the cappuccinos.
“Everything ok?” I ask quietly, genuinely intrigued.
I’m trying to work out if Sophie is happy about this man being here or is unnerved.
“Everything is fine,” Sophie chirps in a high pitch tone. The bright reply is in contrast to her lowered chin and mischievous sparkling eyes.
“Ok,” I say, convinced she is fine but also well aware I’m reading something going on between the lines. “Lunch at 1?”
“Perfect.” Sophie grins at me with a wicked smile that does not show her teeth.
I watch as she sashays over to the table with her tray of drinks.
Placing them on the table in front of each of the men, they all give her their attention.
I can see them speaking and joking around with her and she laughs along with them before sashaying back over to the counter.
The devilish look she gives me has me wanting time to speed up an hour so we can leave, and I can find out who that man is.
The last hour is painful as I watch each minute of the clock, dying to ask questions but knowing that I need to uphold the professional expectation (and confidentiality agreement) of no gossiping at work.
I keep peeking at the men. All are attractive in their own way and in their mid thirties, all wearing wedding bands. The one who ordered has long blond hair tied back in a slick ponytail. Easy for me to spot if I see him again but I’m sure I haven’t seen him before.
Thirty minutes later the men stand up and start heading out.
Blondy strolls over to the counter where Sophie is trying to look busy.
She looks up as he gets closer to her and whispers in her ear.
Sophie blushes, narrows her eyes at him with a coy smile.
He looks equally coy as he dips his head in a nod, which I can only assume is a confirmation or a goodbye.
Gahh I need to get out of here now and find out who this man is.
My imagination is going wild. He must be a member who has booked Sophie, but for what? And when?
Once the men have left and are out of sight, Sophie turns to me and bends over fanning her face. I’ve never seen her look so flustered. Raising my eyebrow at her when she catches my eye I give her a look that I hope says ‘you’re going to tell me every last detail at lunch.’
Thomas and Ava arrive just before 1pm, and I couldn’t be happier to see them.
I thread my arm through Sophie’s and pull her out of Café Marion and then out of the golf club leading her firmly towards her car.
It’s only when we’re safely inside that I turn to her and say, “So! Tell Me! I’m dying right now Sophie! ”
Sophie lets out a breath and signs. “Where to start?” She puts her head back on the seat’s headrest. I’m bemused, but I hold in the urge to shake her and ask her to hurry up with the story, I’m dying to know!
“You remember when I said it’s hard to know who each job is for when posting because club members have access and can see the jobs posted and often cut and paste a listing?
Each time they post a job they are allocated a new one off member number, only management knows who they are when they post a job? ”
Yes…”
“Well that was Kieran. I haven’t mentioned him because it’s been a few months. He is my one.”
“Your one?” I ask, wondering if she means the one she wants to marry.
“He’s the one who got under my skin. He’s the one that I hope I get every time I take a certain type of job. He’s the one that I shouldn’t want or like or enjoy. But I can’t help it.”
“You have feelings for him?” I ask curiously.
“Yes and no. He’s just the one who gives me butterflies. Makes my knees weak and turns my world upside down after a job booking. I’ve decided not to fight it, just enjoy it now.”
“What is his kink?” I ask. It’s such a shame you can’t look at someone and know. But then that goes both ways and I’d prefer if no one looked at me and knew mine.
“CNC.”
“Which is?”
“Consensual non-consent.”
“Which is…?”
“He likes to run after me in a balaclava in the dark, he likes me to fight when he captures me and fucks me.”
“Oh right.” I’m surprised. I have never heard of this before.
I assumed there was only the black and white, consent or non-consent.
But it sounds interesting, from the way my body is reacting it sounds like something I’d be interested in trying.
“And I’m guessing you enjoy this kink? Or is it mostly him? ”
“I didn’t know I liked CNC until I tried it and it turns out, I love it. But what makes it better? Him.”
“How so?”
“He’s rough, throws my body around like a ragdoll. He loves it when I fight back so he can hold me down harder. His body is strong and he likes control.”
“Sounds hot. What did he whisper to you before he left?”
“He said he was posting a job tonight on the Red job board and to look out for it.”
“Wow, so he clearly wants you to apply for the job then. He likes playing with you too.”
“Yes he does.” Sophie smiles at me. “I don’t see him often but when he plays golf, he often seeks me out and lets me know he’s posting a job.”
“Do you know anything about him?” I wonder, I don’t know anything about any members other than clues from a wedding band.
“No, I know nothing like everyone else. He doesn’t speak a word about his life or ask about mine.
He sticks to the confidentiality agreement, only bending it a smidge to seek me out.
I know getting attached to one member is not ideal, but I enjoy the jobs I work with him, they’re incredible.
As long as I don’t develop feelings for him I can keep our relationship strictly business.
Which is what I’ve managed to do but I can’t keep my body’s reaction to him under control when I see him. ”
I eye Sophie. This is dangerous territory. Catching feelings is the downside to this job. I really hope for her sake she can keep the line strictly business between work and want. Falling in love can surely only lead to hurt and pain.
When we arrive at our favourite café our conversation over lunch is on much lighter topics such as new shoes and holidays, basically everything I haven’t been able to afford in a long while.
After saying goodbye once Sophie has dropped me back at my car, I muse over our conversation about her Blondy the rest of the day at my other ‘day job’.
This playmates job is risky when it comes to your heart.
Many of the members are seriously attractive and wealthy.
It must be easy for any of us—playmates or club members—to fall in love.
Just because I hadn’t met someone who gives me butterflies, doesn’t mean it might not happen.
I have my husband and he is more than enough for little ol’ me.
My afternoon orders are slow so I click onto the jobs portal and see if any new Green jobs have been posted that might be of interest. Scrolling down the list my eyes fall on the heading ‘Submissive for my every whim.’ This piques my interest, I love being submissive in the bedroom with James but I’ve never been an actual submissive in a Dom/sub setting. I click on the job post.
Submissive for my every whim, Friday 9am
Member 975, Male (MM/FP)
On Friday morning I would like to have a playmate to submit to my every request. I will be working in my office and will give you orders to follow my every command.
I will use toys, handcuffs and spanking between my day to day working duties.
I expect deep throat & to fuck you when I please.
Expect some degradation. Most of all, I would like a good little playmate who seeks to please above all else.
Time - 4hrs
Payment - $3,500
My body heats. I call James. “Hi, I’ve just looked on the playmate job board and there is a job I find appealing. Are you free to talk right now?”
“Hold on two minutes, I’ll just head into a meeting room,” James replies and I can hear him breathing as he makes his way out of his open plan office space and into one of the many meeting rooms they have lining the office. I hear the door close behind him as he says, “What is the job?”
I read out the job description and payment. James blows out a breath. “That sounds right up your alley Rose. I bet you’d pay $3k to do it?”
I giggle in response. “You don’t mind if I apply for it then?”
“Go for it. Who am I to stop you. I would like you to indulge in your fantasies.”
“Thank you, thank you.”
“What about working at the club on Friday?”
“If I am successful in my application, I’ll let Sandy know and see if she can get cover for me. I know for a fact being a playmate takes priority over my standard job at the club so I don’t feel bad at least.”
“Ok, will you be ok to run your business after?”
“Yeah I think so, it’s a morning thing so I don’t think any alcohol will be involved. I’m not sure what to expect, but that’s the fun of it.”
“Apply and let me know when you get home if you get it. I’ve got a hardon just thinking about what he might ask you to do, I’m going to have to wait in this office until it goes down.”
“Oh no James, think of boring bills or work or something. Not my work!” I giggle. “See you soon. Love you.”
“Love you too. Bye.”
My heart fluttering, I end the call. I love this man. I love how supportive he is and how much pleasure he gets out of my new job. I begin to write my application.
Dear Member 975,
I would like to put myself forward for your Friday morning of obedience and control.
I would like nothing more than to please you in any way you see fit.
It would be my honour to provide any sexual pleasure you desire and would accept any of you or your toys within any part of my body.
I am submissive by nature but also particularly enjoy being submissive in the bedroom.
I hope to be of service to you.
Roxy
I press send and wait. I leave my laptop open whilst I pack my final orders for my online business until I hear a ping. Looking back at the screen I can see the word:
ACCEPTED
I clap my hands with glee. Another job, another $3,500 and another experience I can add under my belt.