Chapter 12
Getting ready for a playmate job feels more routine now, like I’ve been doing it for years and not a few months.
I dress in a pair of slim fitting jeans and put on a cute top and blazer paired with heels the same pale blue as my top.
Seeing as the job is a needles kink, I don’t think it matters what I wear as I’ll be naked very soon.
With a few minutes to go, James pulls me into a hug and reminds me of everything he usually says, “Remember, you don’t need the money, you don’t have to do or let someone else do to your body that you are uncomfortable with.
If you do not like it or it hurts way too much, use your safe word and get the hell out of there. What is your safe word?”
“Neptune.”
“Good, use it. Look after yourself.”
“I will do, I promise.”
“OK, well, have fun, I’m sure you’ll love it like all the other jobs. I’m not sure who is kinkier—you or your clients.”
“James!” I exclaim in mock horror.
“It’s true and we know it,” he says winking playfully as he squeezes my arse.
He leans in and kisses me gently on the lips as his hand circles the back of my head.
I smell the beer on his lips before I taste it as he deepens the kiss holding me close to him.
Our tongues tangle in a familiar dance before my phone buzzes and I know Frank is outside.
“See you soon Rose Petal,” James says as he leaves a kiss on my nose before pulling away.
“See you soon, Husband,” I reply as I turn away from him and leave the house towards a job that either wants to create art with me as the pinboard or just wants to cause me some serious pain. Another day, another new experience that I have no clue how I’ll feel or react to.
I climb into Frank’s waiting car and he gives me a warm hello. I tie the eye mask on before Frank pulls away for our 90 minute drive. Frank turns the radio up as I rest my head on the back seat and relax into the leather seat. Not being able to see helps you relax more than you can ever imagine.
I hear Frank softly saying my name, “Roxy, we are here.” The radio is turned down so I can barely hear it and Frank continues, “You can take off your eye mask now.”
I do as he suggests and blink out of the window to see where we are. Are we at a cabin? “Frank, are you sure we’re in the right location?” I ask, worry filtering into my voice.
“This is the right location; I can see a Jag tucked just behind the cabin. This is a holiday home of some sort I believe.”
“Oh right, yeah that makes sense.”
“I will be waiting close by Roxy, if you need to leave, I will take you straight home on time or before,” Frank reassures me kindly.
I think that’s more than he’s ever said to me in one go.
He must be picking up on my unease. I wonder if staying close is policy for Red jobs or if it’s just because it’s my first one?
“Thanks Frank, that’s really reassuring, I appreciate it. I’m sure it’s totally fine, it just caught me off-guard is all. We usually go to a residence of some sort.”
“Indeed, I can see why you might question this one Roxy, but we are in the correct location.”
“Ok Frank, I’ll see you in four hours,” I say as I open the door and climb out.
“See you soon Roxy,” replies Frank as I climb out of the car.
I wonder if he knows anything about this job or the person he’s just taken me to.
Maybe he recognised the car. I hope he doesn’t know what job I’m about to do, that makes me feel all kinds of uncomfortable if he does. Like my dad knowing.
I close the door and walk along the path to the small, plain wood cabin.
There are no others in sight. The cabin I am about to knock on has no personality, no plants in pots at the door or pretty curtains lining the windows.
No colour or human touch in sight. I knock timidly on the door.
I don’t have to wait long before the door creaks open and a slim man in his late forties steps forward.
He is tall, wears corduroy looking slacks with a checked brown shirt unbuttoned at the collar.
I take him in as he takes me in. He has short wavy brown hair to match brown sparkling eyes behind gold rimmed glasses.
He reminds me of an attractive looking professor. Maybe he is.
“Roxy, please do come in,” he says with a curious smile tugging on the corners of his lips, almost as though he’s surprised I’ve actually come.
He moves and guides me into the cabin turning on the lights.
To my surprise, it’s one room like a studio apartment.
I can see a small bed, a small kitchenette with a tiny table with two chairs and a door at the back which I hope leads out to a bathroom seeing as I cannot see one right now.
The room smells musky and almost untouched.
“I’m Hugh,” he says quite pleasantly, holding out his hand.
I accept it and he gives me a firm shake as his hand engulfs mine.
“Lovely to meet you, Hugh,” I reply curiously as I continue to wonder if he is indeed a university professor.
“Forgive me Roxy, I just wanted to ensure you are aware of the type of job you have come here to do?” he asks quite seriously. I wonder myself if I know what job I have come here to do.
“Erm yes, I believe it’s the needle play job?” I ask with a question in my tone.
“Good,” he replies, raising one eyebrow. I wonder if I’m not what he was expecting to see in me.
“Have you done a job like this before?” he enquires.
“No, this would be my first one. Is that ok? Am I not what you were expecting?” I ask, worrying that I’m not meeting his expectations.
“Absolutely, that’s ok. I didn’t mean anything by questioning, I just wanted to ensure you know what you are here for and be aware of any previous experiences. Hopefully today will be a good experience for you.”
“I’m sure it will,” I reply, smiling brightly. I want to ask him about the cabin and a whole host of questions about himself, but I can’t. I’m not allowed, I remind myself.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” Hugh asks. Is that a hint of excitement I detect in his tone?
“I’m all yours Hugh, where do you want me?”
“If you can undress over there by the bed, I have put down fresh linen, I assure you everything is perfectly clean and sanitary.”
I walk over to the corner of the tiny cabin and begin to take off my blazer.
Hugh doesn’t watch me; he busies himself with the preparations.
I watch him as I pull off my top and then sit on the bed to take off my heels.
He walks over to a record player and puts on a classical music record which I think might be Beethoven.
For some reason, the music sends a shiver down my spine, and I begin to look, really look at the person I am about to spend four hours with.
He looks clean, with well-trimmed bushy curly hair and clean shaven, and well-to-do judging by the way he speaks and maybe with his choice of music.
But don’t psychos put on classical music when they’re about to chop up their victims?
I need to hold it together. I think what else is unnerving me is that he is not watching me get undressed.
Isn’t that a bit strange? He’s paying $12,000 for me but he’s not watching me.
I can’t think of one job where the client hasn’t watched me get undressed.
Nerves trickle along the back of my neck and I don’t feel so relaxed anymore as I was in the car on the drive up here.
I continue to peel off my clothes until I’m naked and have them folded up next to me on the bed.
I sit and wait and watch. Hugh has a tray lined with packets of items I don’t recognise, he walks towards me holding it and looks up to see me patiently waiting and watching him.
“Ah good, you’re ready.” His eyes finally roam my naked form in an open leer.
My skin prickles and I start to feel the intensity of the situation I’ve put myself in.
“I do have a folding physio table, just one moment and I’ll set it up. ”
Hugh places the tray on the bed next to me, walks a few steps to the only wardrobe in the room, opens the double doors and lugs out a folded table.
Was it hidden? I wonder as alarm bells are beginning to sound in my mind.
He opens it up on the floor, folds the legs out in the centre of the small room and I see it has a padded top.
It’s not your everyday market folded table.
This one is more like a masseuse table including the hole for your face.
Once it’s fully upright, Hugh walks over to the kitchen and picks up a spray and a new washcloth.
He begins to clean the table meticulously.
Trepidation crawls up my skin, watching him work whilst I sit patiently waiting for him.
“I think I am ready for you Roxy, would you mind bringing the pillow and coming here and lying down on your back on this table. I can assure you it’s clean and safe.
” I stand noticing the quiver in my body as I walk toward the table clutching the pillow against my chest. I lift my leg and climb onto the table on my knees before turning onto my side and then lowering myself onto my bottom and then my back under Hugh’s watchful stare.
Hugh lifts the pillow and places it at the head of the table so I can lower my head onto it.
I feel like I’ve just wilfully set myself up on an operation table.
Detecting my discomfort, Hugh stands beside me and picks up my hand in his.
“Roxy, I know this might be an unusual location and an even more unusual situation, but I assure you I have no ill intent towards you, I only want to use your body for sexually gratifying measures which I hope you too might enjoy when we get into it.”
I see a warmth in Hugh I hadn’t seen up until this point, his sparkling eyes behind his glasses convey he genuinely means to reassure and comfort me. I take a deep breath and squeeze his hand back. “Are you ready to get started?” he asks kindly.