Chapter 76A

Alicia sat in the chair in front of Jenna's desk. The woman was frowning, and didn't look overly happy, and Alicia wondered if she were in trouble.

"You've been mis-reporting your income," said Jenna without preamble.

Alicia colored. Yes, she was in trouble. She thought she'd been pretty slick about it, but ever since that comment by Saundra...

"Care to explain?" pressed Jenna when Alicia said nothing.

"I ... well ... I guess I felt guilty."

Jenna sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"You can't do that," said Jenna.

She'd discovered that Alicia had been charging the clients one thing, then, depending on their tips, telling that cashier that she'd charged something else, and adding in a certain percentage of the tip money she'd earned. The discrepancy would have been caught at the end of the month, because Kendra reported what each girl was charging, and the cashier matched that against what the girls gave her. How Alicia could have thought it would go unnoticed was beyond her. Thing was, she was giving the house more per client than pretty much anyone else -- the prices the girls charged had an upper and lower range that they could adjust accordingly.

Alicia still said nothing, but she was close to being in tears.

"Why don't you just raise your prices?" asked Jenna.

"I dunno," she replied. "It didn't seem right."

"But you always make a lot of money in tips," said Jenna.

"Yeah, but I don't tell them how much to tip me," replied Alicia.

"So?"

"So they give me what they want, and that way I'm not, I dunno, ripping them off or something."

Jenna shook her head.

"Look," said Jenna, "you're making the House good money. Not the best, but certainly above average. You're doing it because you take more clients than the other girls. But you can't claim part of your tip money was what you charged the client; it fucks up the books. If you feel that guilty, you can raise your prices. People come here because they want a good time, and they're not afraid to pay for it. We're not exactly at the cheap end of the scale. Don't lie about money, it'll get your ass tossed out of here real quick even if the 'error' is on our favor. Got it?"

"Yes Jenna," said Alicia, her face a flaming red.

"Now that that's taken care of," said Jenna, "do you think you'd be interested in one of our special clients?"

Alicia thought back to Bob and she hoped he didn't represent the majority of their 'special' clients.

"Sure," said Alicia.

"Ms. Curtis is willing to pay fifteen hundred for three hours of your time," said Jenna. "I told her you were a new girl with only Marci as a reference but she's willing to take a chance. She did not like Saundra, but I'd like Ms. Curtis as a client, so I mentioned you. In the future, if she wants you back, I'll charge her more, but since this is your first time with her, I thought I keep the price low."

"Why didn't she like Saundra?"

Jenna shook her head. "All you need to decide is if you'll be able to handle some very extreme bondage."

Alicia shrugged, but her nipples immediately got hard.

"Ms. Curtis is in to discipline and strict bondage," said Jenna. "She's a bit strange. It's almost certain she won't have sex with you. I think she's more into objectification."

Now this sounded more like what Alicia had been hoping for in the way of clients.

"When?" asked Alicia, her eyes almost glowing with anticipation.

"You need to be at this address tomorrow by noon, exactly," said Jenna. "Do not be late or she'll send you away and she doesn't give second chances. If you'd like, you can have Charles take you."

"Oh, that's not necessary."

"I insist," Jenna grinned. "He'll be there to pick you up when you're finished as well. Here's the information that we have about the call. If you do well with her, her recommendation, combined with Marci's, can get you other clients. Working the House is good, but the real money's with our special clients."

Alicia smiled and took the folder. When she left she was smiling, and Jenna set out to refund the extra money Alicia had been adding to her charges. If it had been anyone else, she would have kept it, but she was pretty certain that Alicia wasn't doing this job for the money. Her utter lack of interest in the take from this client showed that. Saundra would have screamed bloody murder at only fifteen hundred for three hours of intense bondage. She would have gotten double that, and some clients paid even more, although of those, only the Bitmores were steady clients. They liked Saundra a great deal, although Jenna didn't like them even a little bit.

The house was very large, with a tall fence around the entire thing and set well back from the road. Charles pulled up to the gate and rang the buzzer.

"Yes?" asked a sharp voice.

"It's Charles."

There was no reply, but the gate opened, and Charles smiled at Alicia as they drove on through. Alicia hadn't had a clue about what to wear to this, so she'd spoken to Marci for some advice, since Marci seemed to know Ms. Curtis.

"Just wear a skirt, a top and sandals," said Marci. "Don't bother with anything else, and don't look trashy. Also, don't go there flaunting a collar or anything like that. Follow her directions to the letter, and I know you'll do well."

She'd given Alicia a deep kiss, then reluctantly left her to get ready. Alicia made sure she was thoroughly clean, then put on some clothes. She was nervous, but excited too. No one really knew too much about Ms. Curtis, other than Marci, and Marci hadn't been overly forthcoming.

Charles pulled up to the house, and Alicia got out of the car and walked up to a side door, ringing the bell as she'd been instructed. In seconds the door opened, and Alicia found herself facing an elegantly dressed woman of perhaps forty years. She was pretty average looking -- slim, medium sized breasts with an average waist, and average hips. All in all, she looked like a well kept business woman.

She looked Alicia up and down.

"Take off your clothing, put it in your car, then come back and ring the bell again," said Ms. Curtis. "Ring it once only."

Then she closed the door. Alicia, shrugged and removed her clothes, walked back to the car and put them inside. She returned quickly across the hot pavement, then rung the door bell. The door did not open.

It was hot out. Very hot, and very dry. Sweat evaporated as soon as it appeared on her skin. Alicia had no idea how long she waited before the door opened again, but she was definitely starting to get a sun burn.

"Follow me," said Ms. Curtis.

Alicia glanced around as Ms. Curtis led her to a sun room; the house was as elegant as the owner's attire. It was quite warm in the sunroom, and, to Alicia's surprise, it also filled with bondage furniture. Ms. Curtis sat down and Alicia noticed square of stone sitting on the wooden floor in front of her chair, but made no move to kneel on it. She hadn't been told to.

Ms. Curtis looked at her with a small smile and said, "Kneel."

Alicia knelt as gracefully as she could and waited, knees closed, hands palm down on her thighs. Ms. Curtis crossed her legs.

"You will spend your time here in bondage of one sort or another," said Ms. Curtis. "All the positions will be very strict. It is possible that I will stimulate you on occasion, but you will not orgasm. In addition to your fee, you can earn an additional four hundred dollar tip. I will check your vagina with my fingers four times during our session. For each time I find it sufficiently wet, you will earn one hundred dollars. I am not your Mistress, so do not call me Mistress. If you need to speak, you will address me as Ms. Curtis. If, at any time, I am not satisfied by your performance, you will be immediately dismissed with only a pro-rated fee. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Curtis," said Alicia.

"There are no safe words here, they are not needed," continued the woman. "If at any time you wish to be released just say so, and our session will be over. You will remain here only of your own free will. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, Ms. Curtis."

"Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"No, Ms. Curtis."

"If you urinate on my floor, you will be immediately dismissed. Are you in need of food?"

"No, Ms. Curtis."

"I will provide you with drink during our session," said the woman. "If you need to use the bathroom, you will have to wait until you are between positions, and it will be on your time, not mine, so your stay here will be extended by exactly the amount of time you take. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ms. Curtis."

"Would you like something to drink now?"

"Yes Ms. Curtis."

Alicia's heart was pounding as she watched the woman pour some water into a bowl. Unlike 'Corporate Bob' she knew this woman was the real deal. The bowl was set on the floor in front of Alicia, but Alicia didn't move. Once Ms. Curtis sat down again, Alicia looked at her.

"May I drink, Ms. Curtis?"

She thought she detected the faintest of smiles on Ms. Curtis's face.

"Yes, you may."

Rather than picking up the bowl, Alicia bent forward and drank without using her hands. It wasn't easy, but somehow she just knew that was what was expected. Once she drank her fill, she returned to her kneeling position. Ms. Curtis gave a small, but definite smile.

Alicia had never been put in bondage before, but it was easy to see Ms. Curtis was an expert. Her first position was a very tight hog tie. Her wrists were tied together, then her elbows, with the rope tightening until her elbows touched. Her legs were bent, and ankles crossed and tied, and another rope went through them and attached to the rope keeping her elbows together. Ms. Curtis pulled until Alicia had to arch her back, then pulled some more, tying it off when Alicia was bent in a backward bow. This left her nipples and drooling pussy exposed. Next, a leather thong was tied to her hair and attached to an ass-hook that barely had enough lubrication to allow it to slide into her body.

Alicia was then completely ignored, unable to move out of the hot sun that flowed through the glass of the sun room. Sweat beaded on her back, and began dripping down her sides. It tickled, causing her to shift around. That caused the thick hook in her ass to jiggle. The rope, brown hemp, was soft, but still a little prickly and it added to the new sensation of being bound. In a surprisingly short time, Alicia realized this was going to be far more difficult than she'd thought because she really needed to cum.

Fingers slid into her tight pussy, and she let out a deep groan, panting as she fought off an orgasm. High heeled shoes passed in front of her vision, and a one hundred dollar bill dropped in front of her. Ms. Curtis said nothing.

Alicia was dripping sweat by the time Ms. Curtis decided to let her up. The feeling of the rope on her skin was intoxicating, even though over time the soft scratchiness turned from a mild sensation to a rather harsh itching. Her body ached, but not as badly as her pussy, which yearned for stimulation. She could sense Ms. Curtis watching her as she drank from the bowl again. She knew the woman was pleased and a bit surprised. Then it was on to the next position.

This time Alicia was placed on her back on a hard wooden platform. Her arms were pulled up and back and her legs were spread widely. More tight ropes cut into her belly, severely constricting it and she grunted when clamps were attached to her nipples. String was used to attach the clamps to each big toe, and she had to arch her foot back to reduce the pull on her nubs. Ms. Curtis returned to her chair and sat down, and Alicia started to think that this position wouldn't be so bad. However, the woman got up several minutes later and removed a flicker-whip from an umbrella stand that contained numerous other whips and canes.

With the first flick of the whip over the sole of her foot, Alicia knew she was in trouble. It hurt and it caused her foot to twitch, which caused the clamp to pull on her nipple. It seemed as if her nipples were attached directly to her clit, because each painful pull caused her clit to throb. When the woman changed targets, this time licking the sharply stinging tip over Alicia's ribs, Alicia moaned. For the rest of the time spent in that position, Ms. Curtis found all the sensitive spots on Alicia's body and used the whip on them. Well, all the sensitive spots that weren't between her legs. The tip stung her ribs, her thighs, her belly, the soft insides of her biceps and under her arms. Alicia squirmed the entire time which made her nipples burn with pain. Towards the end, she almost lost it when Ms. Curtis knelt and slid two fingers slowly into Alicia's achingly empty pussy, finding it more than wet enough. The hundred dollar bill floated down to land on Alicia's sweaty belly, where it stayed until she was released.

Alicia asked to pee and to her surprise Ms. Curtis simply slid another bowl over to her, making it clear she was supposed to use that. Flaming red, Alicia did. Ms. Curtis tossed her a small towel to wipe herself with and then after more water, it was off to the third position.

This time, she was bound kneeling with her legs spread wide and tied so they couldn't close and her ass off the floor. Her wrists and elbows were tied behind her in strappado position with her elbows touching. Next, the leather thong in her hair was pulled until her head was tilted back as far as it could go, then the thong was tied to the elbow cinch. Another rope, attached to a pulley, was tied to her elbow cinch. Ms. Curtis pulled on this rope until Alicia's arms were high enough that she had to start bending forward. Then things got bad.

Ms. Curtis slid a pole into a socket and attached a cross piece with a large number of sharp tacks to it, positioning it so that the tips were just touching Alicia's nipples. Another pole was inserted into a socket in the floor. It has a rounded wooden top, which also had sharp points on it. Ms. Curtis adjusted it so that it was just pressed against Alicia's clittoral ridge but didn't block the entrance to her pussy. Then came the next round of adjustments.

Ms. Curtis started humming as she tightened the ropes holding Alicia's knees apart. Alicia had already found that she had to work to keep her knees from spreading wider, but it was hard to do because she couldn't close them far enough to get good balance -- which put a lot of tension on her inner thighs. Ms. Curtis adjusted rope attached to the strappado, tightening it more and pulling Alicia's arms up painfully. More adjustments were made, forcing her to keep her head tilted back. She tried to lean forward to take some of the pressure off her shoulders, but the sharp points were ready and waiting for her nipples. Once everything was finished, Ms. Curtis went back to her chair and sat down, sipping iced tea and watching intently as Alicia suffered.