Chapter 1

Emma is a 20 something year old receptionist. She has large firm tits, and daily sits at her desk thinking about what she will be doing when she gets home. You see when Emma is at work, she is completely professional, wearing a knee length black skirt, a white button up shirt, which is so tight, the buttons might fly off one day, and a red jacket, to compliment her blush inched up cheeks. She wears stunning ankle high boots, ones that remind you of a country girl. Hidden from view of the public is her hot pink nickers, which are see through, and a matching bra, which barely covers her nipples. She also goes to work, with her diamond and silver butt plug inserted.

These have been the instructions she has been given by her master, Max. She has never met him in person, but signed a contract, to do as he says, when she was 19. She did this for a few quick dollars, as she loved the ecstatic lifestyle she had started building. Max is a 42 year old businessman, running his own factory somewhere on the east coast. There isn’t much that Emma knows about Max, but we do.

Max is happily Married, with 3 children. His wife is Joan, and she is just a typical housewife, who lazes about all day, just drinking cocktails and eating protein bars. His children Jeff, Mia and Erin are spoilt brats. Jeff is the oldest, at 22. He works as a supervisor at his father’s factory, but never has his team do any work. He would rather take them all out, and show off his fathers money, buying drinks at the bar, and becoming legless before midday. His subordinates don’t really care, they are earning great money for going out on the drink, and they usually keep the change each time he sends them up with a large bill to pay for the drinks. They drink the cheapest dirtiest beer the pub has to offer.

Mia and Erin loathe each other. They are identical twins, and only 2 years younger then Jeff. They stay at home with Joan, and are always pester each other. Why just last week, Mia went and cut huge holes into the crotch of all Erin’s panties.

Joan is sick of both their crap, and has decided that they are to get a job, but more on that later.

Several years earlier...

Emma had just turned 18. On her 18^th birthday, her mother kicked her out of the house, with only the clothes she wore. Her mother stated, “I have raised you for the last 18 years and I have wasted my life, so fuck off.”

Emma couldn’t even take any possessions or clothes, as her mother had claimed that she owned everything, and needed to at least try and recoup some of the money it cost to raise “the little bitch.”

Emma hitch a ride to the east coast, so she could at least try and find some work. She started working in a bar as a waitress, down the road from a factory. Almost every day, she would have this group of mostly guys from a local factory come for drink, but they would be here early. The bar she worked in wasn’t really a reputable place, and besides that group, not many others visited the establishment. It wasn’t long until Emma was able to secure a permanent place to live. When she started at the bar, she was offered sleeping accommodation upstairs, but the place stunk of urine, vomit and literal shit. The windows facing the alley were broken, and the smell from patrons who had left for the night, or who where thrown out the back door, would drift into her room.

There were some sick fucks who would sneak their way upstairs, trying to look for a cleanish toilet, but when they failed, would piss on the door to her room, or take a dirty alcohol filled diarrhoea across the floor. These patrons were sick cunts, and she felt like they needed a flogging if they were caught.

The group from the factory where some of the only decent patrons that would visit the establishment. Sometimes, the guy in charge would tip her up to 500%, she could tell he was loaded. She didn’t care though, as long as they were respectful, she would help out where she could.

Tom, the owner, wasn’t there much, but he had cameras throughout the main bar, and the register, he liked to stay home and watch the cameras, and call to complain if someone didn’t have their drink on a coaster.

After only a few weeks, Emma was able to afford to move into a nice rental home. It was a modern standalone, built with a beautiful sandstone, and marble floors throughout. The 3 bedrooms had a soft alpaca wool carpets, each with unique colours.

Emma continued to work at the bar for Tom. One day Tom had come up with an idea for the bar to make more money, and could help Emma out more. His idea was for Emma to be a nude waitress. She was not keen at all, but her lavish lifestyle meant that she really had no other option. Tom is a creepy guy, in his forties, and is on the larger side, about 185kgs (407.85lbs). He had a dirty beard that looked just creepy, and completely suited a pervert. Emma on the other hand weighed about 60kgs (132.27lbs) and stood about 168cm high (5.51ft) with large perky boobs, that required no bra to stick out firmly.

Emma agreed on the condition that the cameras were removed, so suddenly Tom was at work a lot more often. The new patrons that Tom had organised to visit the establishment were less reputable then Tom himself. Before long Emma was doing things she thought she would never do. And she was making a shit load of money doing it.

The new Job

After another 12 months of working in the bar, Emma decided it was time to start a new job. She decided that she would continue to work the bar every Saturday night. The receptionist job for a hiring agency had come up, and the man from the group that always tipped well told her about it, his company used it to fill temp roles and find staff when they were struggling. All Emma was required to do was ensure that payments were coming in from companies for their service.