"Well," said Heather, "anything interesting today?"
I looked at her sharply, momentarily wondering what she knew. But then I relaxed. She was merely making conversation and her question was perfectly innocent. We sat at the bar, and for my part, I was there merely to relax rather than to find interesting guys. Interesting was the word she used, and I wondered if it applied to my days' experience.
I recalled the day. Melissa and I on assignment, driving out to that place, miles out to the west. Meeting Kim and Amy and seeing their studio. And the pictures!
On one wall was a row of pictures, and every one of them was a woman spanking a woman! At first I was just amazed, but then I had the sinking feeling. "Uh, what kind of shoot is this?" I stammered to Kim.
"Hm," said Kim, and I could see she was thinking. She glanced at Melissa, who didn't seem as disturbed as I felt. "I gather you truly don't know?" Amy was setting up cameras. I could see that Kim now knew the answer to her question. She nodded slightly toward the pictures. "It's what we do," she said with a smile.
"Listen," I began, thinking of how to put this.
"It'll be all right," said Kim quickly. "It's natural to be a bit nervous, the first time."
"Let me explain," said Kim, still not giving me time to respond. "It's just a bit of fantasy. Melissa will sit here," she said, indicating a chair, "and you'll lie over her lap. Like this picture." In the picture, the woman over the lap was naked! "Listen, you're perfect!" I'd noticed Kim's eyes brighten when we'd walked in. And Amy's too. I'd been flattered.
"You see, it's just that I don't do that," I said.
"There's always a first time," said Kim. Amy still stood there, seeming to silently agree with everything Kim said. Melissa was studying the pictures! "It doesn't have to hurt too much, and the pain passes."
"I can't," I said. "And--I don't do nudity."
Kim and Amy looked at each other. Melissa turned back to us. "We're all the way out here," she said. I was aghast! Melissa was agreeable? Of course she wasn't to be in the position Kim was suggesting for me!
"It's not so bad," said Kim, "and you do know that we're paying well for this." That was true, and I'd been a little surprised by the figure the agency told me, given that work had been hard to come by for a while.
"I just can't do it," I said. There really wasn't any question about it. This was not part of my career plans. Besides all the other reasons.
Kim looked at Amy again. Kim looked, well, concerned. "At least think about it for a moment. You're all the way out here," she said, though she was clearly beginning to see.
"We'd lose a day," said Melissa. She was not helping!
Moments passed. They were allowing me time to think? Kim smiled. "You really would do wonderfully," she said. "You're the perfect pair," she added.
Perfect pair? was what intruded on my thoughts. Why would she think that? I glanced at Melissa, who had gone back to studying the pictures! Melissa is beautiful and sometimes I was even envious of her, though I did all right myself. Amy, still silent, looked at us hopefully, and somehow, I felt worse about disappointing her than either of the others.
"I'm sorry," I said, breaking the silence.
"But..." began Kim.
"That's final," I said, not letting her continue. Melissa had turned when I'd spoken, and I tried to read her expression. Was she perturbed with me?
"We could--work out a bonus," said Kim. "Under the table."
"Listen," I begin.
"A thousand," she said. Glancing at Melissa, she added, "each."
I was taken aback for a moment. She'd said that very quickly. I knew this couldn't be a place rolling in money. "It's not the money..." I said. Melissa was looking at me. I was costing her a thousand.
Kim went into thought. It was so obvious, we all simply stood there, waiting. Then, she drew me away from the others. "We'll cut the nudity," she said, to me. "You can be dressed. Fully." I stared at her. Yes, nudity was a big stumbling block, but...
"The thousand and no nudity," she said. "It won't be so bad. I want you two." I said nothing. "We might be able to go a bit higher," she finally added. She glanced back at Melissa. "For you," she said to me. "It'll be a good paycheck for you." She was right about that. Especially given recent trends in the business. "I promise, it won't be bad. We'll be respectful. We just want to get the shots. Think of it as a bit of fantasy. You're a professional, aren't you?"
Amy and Melissa looked our way. Amy still looked hopeful. Something about the way Kim was so adamant disconcerted me. Why me? "It's just a job," she said. "It'll be over, you'll be paid, and you'll wonder what you were afraid of. Just a few shots," she said. "You can do it. Think of the money. I'll bet you can use it."
The thing was, that was true. I wondered. Where they to be pretend spankings? Still, there I would be, pictured, doing that! And Amy had a video camera out, I'd seen it. Were they intending to do a video? Had Kim just offered to forgo that? "Just a few moments, and you've earned your pay," said Kim.
I tried to imagine it. "Just don't think about it," said Kim, as if reading my mind. "Just do it." But--simply not think about that? Over Melissa's lap, if it were like those pictures on their wall. For a little while. Would it hurt much? It would be total humiliation. The money would be very helpful. Kim put a hand on my back as if to reassure me. "It's no big deal," she said.
I felt my body waver. It as if my body was deciding, to walk back to Melissa and Amy, willing. Or hold still and refuse. I wasn't sure. My body wasn't sure. Kim made it sound so simple. Innocent, even. It would just be this one time. She seemed to like my look, or something. I wondered how much higher she'd go.
I shook myself. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sorry," I said, aloud to make sure Melissa and Amy heard. I saw Melissa briefly roll her eyes. I thought about the ride back with her. She had to understand, though! We stepped back to Amy and Melissa. "I'm really sorry," I said, feeling more magnanimous. After all, they were offering us work. Obviously they hadn't known we were not prepared for this. I glanced at Melissa. Or, perhaps, that I wasn't prepared for this.
Amy looked disappointed. "Ah, well," said Kim. "Listen, if you change your mind, definitely get back to us through the agency. And I'll give you my card. I swear you'll--well, don't forget us." The truth is, I definitely knew that wouldn't happen. I glanced at Amy. Even though she obviously didn't speak much, I couldn't help but feel a kinship. I wondered that she was involved in this business. And I wondered why I felt guilty about disappointing her.
"Listen," said Kim, suddenly, "I have one more idea." She looked hopeful again!
"Uh," I began.
"No," she said. "Suppose you do the spanking." I stared at her. Yes, that was, at least, different, but she wasn't getting it. This was not my kind of job. "You don't have to be nude. You're fully dressed. This way, you're not..." She tailed off, then began again, "It's not the same at all. Same bonuses," she added.
I glanced at Melissa. She looked wary. All the time, they'd proposed that I allow her to spank me, and she'd been fine with it. Now, it wasn't so clear what she thought. I stared at her. "OK," I said.
"Yes!" said Kim, looking relieved. "You..."
She stopped herself again. I think she didn't want to say anything to upset things again. She came closer. "Your way," she said. "Let me know anything you are uncomfortable with." With that, which she obviously meant, I felt more in charity with her than any time previous. And I glanced at Amy. She was clearly pleased.
Kim started focusing on our clothes. "You can be dressed conservatively," she told me, and indicated one of the pictures. The woman doing the spanking was dressed, well, like your Mom, though she was stylish and she was definitely beautiful. She looked good. "I'll show you what we have," she added, dragging me away.
I think Melissa and Amy were talking. Kim showed me the same outfit the woman was wearing, and some similar ones. All were very modest, and it was clear I could be more dressed for this than most assignments. Kim had ideas, and they all seemed to be very conservative. I wondered: did she think that would appeal to me, under the circumstances? Or had she decided on a specific look, like some of the pictures on their wall? We chose a dress and I tried it on. She showed me where I could do my face, and only had a little bit of her own advice. Behind me, I saw her check out dresses with Melissa. Soon we were back in the studio.
"I think we can keep it simple, a chair here," she said. The place was arranged like your living room, and she had a kitchen-style chair placed in the middle. I wondered over to the pictures. Some were on a similar chair or a couch. Some were women, bent over, being caned! One had a weird contraption on which the woman was tied! She was gagged and clearly helpless. "Want to give it a try?" Kim was saying, indicating the chair.
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