Page 3 of The Secret Stalker
“And you were ok with that? Being submissive to her?”
“It was surprisingly fine. It felt weird as I am usually dominant in the bedroom but apparently I can switch and be submissive too. So yeah, she got everything she paid for and I left wondering what just happened,” he laughs bashfully as he runs his hand through his falling locks. I can only imagine the field day that that female member had with him.She must have thought she was god’s chosen one,I think to myself trying to hold back a grin.
“Are you going to take just female jobs or are you bisexual?” I come out and say it because I’m genuinely curious.
“I’m bi curious, I guess,” he shrugs. “But I’m more job curious right now to figure that little conundrum out. I know you are very aware of the type of jobs on the job boards, but shit, Sophie, we work in a golf club and sell our bodies on the side. What parallel universe is this?” he asks, showing genuine surprise as his eyes widen and he holds his palms up to shrug.
“The best parallel universe my friend, if only you knew.”
“I want to know, tell me. Wait, are you allowed?”
“Yes, I am allowed now, now you’re in on the secret. What would you like to know?”
“What jobs do you like to take?”
“Well, I’ve tried a lot, not heaps from the Red job board, but enough on the Amber one, that is really where my sweet spot is. It pays well enough and is not too extreme if you know what I mean. Although I have been at the Clarendon for three years now, I’m getting twitchy. So maybe it is time to get out of my comfort zone, I don’t know. Something needs to change if I’m honest. I feel like something is missing or lacking in my world right now. I can’t put my finger on it but I know something inside of me feels unbalanced, I just don’t know in what area. I think I miss feeling excited about something, anything. Maybe meeting the right person or going on dates - something to look forward to, rather than the same same, week in and week out. Does that make sense? Do you ever feel like that?” I think about the email I received this morning and the instructions it gave and the excitement that bubbled through me. I consider telling Casey, but he’s so new to the Clarendon, I don’t want to confuse him or worry him. Instead I lean forward confidingly and say, “Anyways, to answer your question, I enjoy Pet Play, Daddy Play, Electro Play, Shibari which is with ropes, CNC which is consensual non-consent and being dominated.” For my confession, I am rewarded as Casey draws in a sharp breath.
“You know I don’t really know what any of those are.”
“You will though Casey, if you want to?”
“Yes, I do want to. I want it all.”
“Well, if you ever see a job that takes your fancy, tell me and I can explain in detail what you can expect. I haven’t taken any jobs with women so unfortunately I can’t prepare you inthat way, but I am a woman and can help you or show you how to please them. I’m guessing you are already very good, but all you have to do is ask, I’m here.”
“You’d show me?”
“If it might help, I want to help,” I reply charitably but I mean it. Casey practically gapes at me. I know what I am offering. When you’ve been naked with enough people and done all manner of things with strangers, suddenly being self conscious is not a thing any more. And I’ll happily lend my body out to help a friend. And Casey is a friend, I like him a lot.
“Ok, thanks,” he replies uncertainly. His look of shock makes me smile on the inside and I fight to keep a straight face.
“So, what are you eyeing up? Will you take one or two jobs a week?”
“I figure one a week to start, but in all honesty, I think that is going to be a problem.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I don’t think I am going to be able to wait a whole week til the next one.” He pulls a rueful smile.
“Welcome to the club!” I reply good naturedly. “It’s addictive at the Clarendon. Why do you think so many of us don’t leave? Who gets paid this well to live out other people’s fantasies?”
“It feels too good to be true.”
“It is good and it is true. Think of it like we’re the chosen ones. I don’t know why we are, I’m guessing it helps that we are both submissive and we are both open to the experiences. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea. I haven’t told anyone in my real life.”
“Me either. It’s not something I plan to tell my mum over Sunday lunch.”
“She wouldn’t approve?”
“Did yours?”
I shake my head. “No one in my real life would. That is thecatch—we are living a lie. I did have a boyfriend for most of the time I have been working here, so I could tell him at least. But we broke up.”
“You had a boyfriend and he was ok with you working here?” asks Casey his mouth agape.
“Don’t be so shocked, over half the workers have partners or are married here. It’s just our way of life. No one would be here if they didn’t like it, believe me…” I trail off thinking about my previous work colleague Roxy and her last job here at the Clarendon; she was literally asked to lactate for clients and still did it.Is there anything us playmates wouldn’t do?I muse.
“I’m not sure I could have a girlfriend and work here,” Casey replies.
