Chapter 10
We have a lovely normal weekend of sports games, food shopping, washing, movies, one birthday party and Sunday lunch in a pub in St Kilda. Monday I spend the morning working at the Marion with Sophie before we head out to our usual lunch spot.
“You know, we should really mix up our lunch destinations, Sophie, surely we can try somewhere else for a change?”
“We can my lovely, but this one does the best smashed avocado and has the most privacy. Let’s try somewhere new when we don’t have anything like the Red job board to talk about, yeah?”
“Ok, point taken. I don’t want anyone to overhear what I’m about to ask you.”
“Exactly, I don’t want anyone to hear the answers I’m about to give you also.
” Sophie smirks. She is right. There is a reason we have aliases and there is a reason no one else knows what we do.
It’s not something you shout about in a busy café in Melbourne.
We sell our bodies for money, and worse—at least to society—we allow clients to play out their deepest desires and kinks on our bodies.
At this point, even my best friend would have a heart attack if she knew.
Some things are better left unsaid, and I know Sophie feels the same.
Her boyfriend knows what she does but no one else, just like me and James.
So together we sit in our quiet corner away from everyone else in the café and begin our usual weekend catch up.
“Before I completely take over and bombard you with questions, how are you and things with Sam, going ok?”
“Sam is great, I think he’s a keeper.” Sophie winks at me.
“Ah Soph, I’m really pleased to hear that. What does he do again for work?”
“He’s a financial advisor.”
“Oh yep that’s right.”
“Actually he has a work trip coming up, a conference in Sydney.”
“That’s nice for him. Will you work whilst he’s away?”
“I will, but I will miss him. I also feel a bit jealous that he gets to go away for work. Isn’t that insane?”
“Given your line of work, I guess maybe. Which part are you jealous of? The traveling or him meeting people?”
“Both. I wouldn’t mind working somewhere where I’m important enough to travel and get to hang out and meet new people.”
“You are important and kinda do get to hang out with new people. Just on a client job basis.” I giggle.
“But seriously,” I continue, “I know we don’t do that kind of thing for work, but how about a hobby?
Maybe you can do that sort of thing for a convention or something? A tattoo convention or Comicon?
“Are you saying I need a hobby?”
“No! But don’t you have any hobbies?”
“I like to work out, that counts right?”
“Yes, that does count. Isn’t there a fitness gathering or something?” I say hopelessly, trying to help but feeling like I’m not helping one bit right now.
“Maybe, I do feel like I’m getting twitchy. I have been working at Clarendon for nearly three years, I don’t have kids to take up my time. I either work out, work or spend time with Sam. I think I need something new, I’m not sure what but I’ll give it some thought.”
“I’ll have a think about it too. I love to read, but that’s not your jam is it?”
“Sends me to sleep. I can do either Vogue magazine or Apple news and that’s it.”
“Fair enough.”
“Enough of me. Tell me, what jobs on the Red list are you eyeing up because I know you are, you are not the sort to go easier when you can go hard and exciting. Am I right? Tell me I’m wrong?”
“You are right,” I concede. “What can I do, I’m given access to the Red board, of course I want to try out a job from the Red board.”
“So what jobs do you have your eye on? I had a look last night knowing we were going to chat about them today.”
“Don’t judge me…”
Sophie throws her napkin at me, “Roxy, you know there is no judgement from me.”
Taking a deep breath, I answer with closed eyes so I don’t see her reaction, “Needles.”
“Of course, you say needles.” I hear her playfully exasperated tone.
Opening my eyes I ask, “Have you done that job?”
“No, it doesn’t float my boat. They can stick their needles where the sun don’t shine.”
“Ah ok.”
“Doesn’t mean my mentor didn’t though. She did it, she was ok. No lasting effects etc. But ouch if you ask me.”
“What exactly was done to your mentor?” I ask sitting forward to listen closer.
“They’re like medical supply needles. Depending on what your clients like, they thread them through the bits of you that gets them off the most and most of the time it’s your tits and your other lips.” She smiles and cringes at the same time.
“Do they numb it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you can buy that numbing cream you can get from the pharmacy that you can rub in your arm before vaccinations.”
“Now there’s an idea,” I reply smiling.
“Any other ones.”
“Yeah, what does DDLG mean?”
“Ah now that’s some special kink. It stands for Daddy Dom – little girl. It’s a specific part of Daddy kink involving age play where you get to be the ‘little’ and the Dom is generally strict but in a more loving, parental way.”
“A what?” I say, trying to get my head around what Sophie has just said.
“Think of it like playing mummies and daddies, only you’re both adults and one adult plays the Daddy and one adult plays the baby or little girl.
It’s a thing. Not my thing but I know one of the girls at the Clarendon really digs it.
Has a wardrobe full of adult-sized, child-like clothes and all sorts of kid toys. ”
“Wow really?” I reply. “That doesn’t sound too bad. It’s just role play, like the pet play job I took.”
“Yeah I guess. The Daddy Dom takes care of all your needs and all you do is let him take care of you and be a good girl.”
“Sexually you mean?”
“Yes and no. Some Daddy Dom’s just like to take care of you by feeding and dressing you. Some like to do that and have sex with you. Depends on the person. But you also have to be a good girl otherwise you will be punished, and by punished, I mean a good spanking.”
I blow out a breath, “I find it fascinating. You’ve never been tempted?”
“Call me a vanilla playmate, I’m ok with that. I am not you but that is ok too. You do what floats your boat. Horses for courses and all that jazz. I prefer the pet play if I’m honest.”
I smile and reply, “That’s hardly vanilla! What is your perfect job Soph?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I do like myself some CNC from the Red board which you know, I love the thrill of the chase and being scared to a point of delirium.
I love to be blindfolded and not know what is coming.
I love touch especially when I don’t know who or where it’s coming from.
And I love multiples, that is by far my most favourite booking of them all.
Being in one room and being touched and fucked in different ways by different types of men makes me want to combust thinking about it.
Throw in a chase and there you have it, my perfect job booking. ”
We giggle together knowingly. “Oh boy can I relate to that,” I reply as my heart twinges at the memory of my eight men.
“Do you ever take home any kinks to play with Sam?” I ask Sophie.
“What, you mean like show and tell but kinkster style?” Sophie chuckles.
“Hey, you know what I mean!” I rebuff.
Smiling Sophie replies, “Oh yes definitely. Basically, every time a new kink is unlocked. We like to play in the woods if you catch my drift.” My eyes bulge.
“What about the snakes!?” I ask in horror.
“Nah, never come across one yet. And we don’t actually go into the depths of the bush, it’s fine.”
I screw my face up, not believing her for a minute. “I take it Sam is on board with your new kinks?”
“Absolutely, he’s dating a kink worker after all. He’s into swinging and sex clubs and I’m down if he’s down. That’s how we met.”
“Did you!?” I squeal and then simmer down to not draw any attention to us.
“Yes, where else do people meet when they work in our kind of world?”
“I don’t know, I guess I was already married when I joined it. My assumption was from a dating app?”
“Makes sense but no, not this time. Just a couple of kinky people hanging out in a kinky bar as you do.”
“Romantic.”
“Well, if you need someone to understand the lifestyle you are living, you have to fish in the pool that you’re already a part of or live a double life. I already do that with my friends and family, I just needed to find someone who would take me for me, job, kinks and all.”
“I’m glad you found someone. Surely the pond is quite small?”
“You’d be surprised. I mean, look how many members the club has for a start.”
“True,” I nod my head in agreement. Sophie’s life intrigues me. The kink scene and the people in it intrigue me. I must be in the right place if I’m not appalled I guess.
“Ok honey, I need to get a wiggle on. I have a facial booked in at 3pm.”
I narrow my eyes at her and ask coyly, “What kind of facial, Sophie?”
Looking up from her bag she sees the twinkle in my eye, “Not that kind of facial you minx!”
Laughing together we stand from the table and leave. As usual we have a hug and go on our way. I head back to my office as it’s time to start boxing up its contents and work out what to do with the remaining stock.
The moment I sit down at my desk, I open my laptop and seek out the jobs I remember seeing last week.
I log on to the Playmate Portal and click on the Red job board.
The DDLG job is gone but there is a Needle play on Friday.
I check my calendar for Friday and don’t have anything in.
I consider asking James but I think we’re past the stage of checking in on the kind of jobs I want to do.
Especially since the seven day captive one.
I know the Red jobs are new, but I feel almost no different trying them then I did on say the Green board.
Everything is new to me, yes piercing my skin with needles sounds a bit extreme but I can’t help what the body wants. I click on the job for more details:
Friday 6pm – 4hrs, MM/FP, Needle play $12,000
Come along and be my patient as I extract your piercing pain for my pleasure.
Allow me to create a work of art on your most private parts.
I use new hypodermic needles and a doctor’s grade sanitation level of before and after care.
Once you are suitably pierced to perfection, I will turn you over and make love to your arsehole.
Once we get into play, I ask for silence whilst I work on my creation. A bare pussy is required.
Member 657
Well that doesn’t remind me too much of Frankenstein, I think to myself.
And yet my curiosity spikes at the person behind wanting to do this to someone’s body.
My mind takes me back to Carl and how he took so much care shaving me intimately and that’s all I need to apply for the job.
I know this guy won’t be Carl, but I’m not afraid of what he wants to do to my body.
I want to feel what he does to my body, I want to know how he is going to make me feel. And with that, I click apply.
Dear Member 657,
Please use my body to create the art that turns you on so much that you turn me over and fuck me. I want to feel the needles caress my skin, I want to feel your touch as you push the needles into my most private parts for your pleasure and mine.
Roxy
I sit back and re-read my reply. It’s short, but to the point. Much like his job post. I hit send and it’s done. I close out of the portal and get back to what I am meant to be doing in the office, sorting out my stock. I put my audiobook on and get to work.
After three incredibly boring hours of sorting out six years’ worth of built up ‘stuff’ in every box and cupboard in my office, I open my laptop to check on the job I applied for before leaving for the day. My heart does a flutter in my chest when I see the results:
Accepted