“Gee, thanks. I’d take the compliment, but you basically said I look like someone you want to tie-up. ‘Cause that’s not creepy.”
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“Wait, wait. Back up. You’re asking me to prostitute myself to you,” This was too much. Jasmine picked up her purse and had every intention of stalking out of there. That was until Ethan calmly said the rest of his proposal.
“Prostitution? No, Miss Bliss. What I propose is a business arrangement that is highly in your favor. On the surface you’ll be my personal assistant, and on those books you will receive everything due to you in that position. This includes glowing recommendations should you look for employment elsewhere in the future. Trust me, my recommendation carries enormous weight around town.”
“You don’t say.”
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“But the other aspect of this relationship… yes, it is sexual. You would become my submissive for the amount of time stated in the contract. This would mean doing whatever I asked of you – within reason, of course – that may or may not be sexual.”
“Wow. You really know how to pitch this, don’t you?”
“At the end of your contract, assuming you have filled all of the terms, you will receive a bonus of about one million dollars. Tax free, because it will be my gift to you.”
For the second time since entering that room, Jasmine started looking for a camera, mic, or anything else proving that this was a prank. It had to be. Either that or she was still dreaming. Jasmine pinched herself. Nope. That hurt.
“One million. As in one million George Washington bills.”
“Yes. Puts a new spin on things, doesn’t it?”
“Wow. So I could be a high-priced prostitute. My dreams are finally coming true.”
“Really? Not even that entices you? That’s a first.”
“Oh, I’m sure it is! I bet all the women you proposition to be your contracted submissive hooker fall over themselves to start sucking your cock!” Jasmine got up, snatched her purse off the floor, and barely took the two seconds necessary to smooth out her coat. “Excuse me, Mr. Cole. I don’t know what in the world made you think it’s okay to treat women you just met like this, but I will have you know that it’s neither acceptable nor flattering. I don’t care if you offer me two million dollars…”
“Fine. Two million.”
Jasmine snapped her mouth shut.
Say what now?
Was this man offering her two million dollars to sleep with him for a few months? What in the world!
Ethan picked up his pen and began scratching something down on a piece of paper he snatched from a folder. He was not perturbed that someone as lowly as Jasmine was giving him an earful about whatever it was she went on about.
I don’t know, feminism maybe?
She wished she was knowledgeable enough about such things to tell Ethan Cole all about them right now.
“Before you make your final decision,” Ethan began, handing Jasmine the piece of paper, “I would implore you to think it over for a few days. Here. Take this. It’s my phone number. Contact me if you change your mind. Besides, I wouldn’t have you sign any contract with me until we had a bit of a trial. Have to make sure we’re compatible. But if you want more information about it, call me here. I’ll give you a week before I start earnestly looking for someone else.”
Jasmine wasn’t going to take that paper. She was going to storm out of Ethan Cole’s office, hell-bent on destroying his reputation by taking this bull to the media and letting them have a field day over it. Not that anyone would probably believe her.
Surely a tabloid would pick it up.
Selling that story should hold her over until she could get paid by another temp job…
“Oh, and don’t forget that you signed that NDA, Miss Bliss. Speak of this to anyone, and you will be hearing from my lawyer. I
know. Not only would you be kissing my offer goodbye, but I would also be seeing you in a courtroom.”
Jasmine snatched the paper and crumpled it up in her hand. It was worth it just to see the mild shock on his otherwise contained demeanor. “A courtroom would be the only way I would ever let myself see you again, Mr. Cole.” She turned about-face and marched toward the office door. “You’d have to subpoena my ass to get me in the same room as you again. Goodbye! I hope you and your money rot off with your dick.” Jasmine stepped outside the office, slammed the door behind her, and quite enjoyed the strange faces she received from everyone in the office.
What a day!
She could not get to the elevator fast enough.
After a day like that, the only way Jasmine was going to relax was if she got buzzed and watched a movie with Juan and his sister Selena.
She supplied the beer and they brought the movies. Together they took over her ratty couch and made fun of ridiculous superhero exploits as if they could save the world any better. Blackbeard yowled every time someone refused to pet him, feed him, or give him their beer.
“Foul creatures. You can’t even share, yet you get after me for licking my own ass?”
He had a crush on Selena, however, and often took over her lap with his gigantic, stocky body and mounds of hair that the young woman declared felt softer than her own.
Naturally Jasmine didn’t care about any of this. She also didn’t care about the movie, as funny as it was to watch through tipsy eyes. No, she was too caught up in the shit Ethan Cole put her through earlier that day.
“Didn’t get a job offer yet, huh?” Juan asked, already on his second beer. “I ask because you seem pretty pissed about something.”
Jasmine rolled her eyes and pretended that the label on her beer bottle was too fascinating to pull away from. “Maybe,” she mumbled. “Actually, that’s a lie. I did get a job offer. But I turned it down because it was super shitty.”
“Oh? What did they want you to do, scrub toilets? Sheesh, if it’s good enough for most people these days…”
I dunno. Is scrubbing his toilet part of what he wants in a submissive?
Jasmine shuddered. The whole ordeal was preposterous on so many levels. She often couldn’t believe that it had really happened.
Richest man in the area wants me to be his sex-slave. For two-million dollars!
She wanted to tell the siblings about it. Oh, did she ever. She wanted to rant about Ethan’s stupid face and his stupid office, and she wanted to tell them about his absurd proposal.
For two-million dollars!
But Jasmine didn’t dare. Mostly because she also didn’t doubt for one second that Ethan Cole really would sick his super lawyer on her and sue her for every last dime she had at the bottom of her purse. Not that she had anything.
Maybe I can give him my student loans.
He would pay them off with a wave of his hand.
There was one way, however, she could bring it up without voiding the NDA.
“Some guy did ask me out on a date, however.” Ethan had done more than that, but Jasmine would segue into it. “Real jerk. Sad thing was that he was totally gorgeous and if he weren’t a jerk I may have taken him up on it.”
“Hit on at a job interview? Wasn’t one of your interviewers, was it?”
Jasmine became tight-lipped for the second time that day.
Do I tell them?
Would that break part of the NDA? “No,” she decided to lie. “Some other guy who works there.”
Selena leaned forward from where she sat on the other side of her brother. “He’s gorgeous, you say? Even so, you did the right thing. That’s so inappropriate to hit on a woman when she’s trying to recover from a terrible job interview.”
The only thing Jasmine could say to that was a glare meant for Selena’s subconscious. “I didn’t say it was terrible. Just that I’m not likely to be working there anytime soon.”
“Tough times for all of us.” Juan sat his empty beer bottle on the coffee table made of crates and corkboard. “At least you’re getting interviews. My cousin has sent in fifty résumés around town and not a single call back. I hear that’s normal these days.”
Please don’t remind me.
It wasn’t usual for Jasmine to get call backs either. No one wanted to talk to her. No one wanted to give her money for services.
Except that Ethan Cole guy…
Every time she thought of it, Jasmine went through three stages: excitement that she was offered such a prestigious position that would look fantastic on her résumé, shock that she was then propositioned for something like
and then disgust for herself and the man who did it.
Why would Ethan Cole want her like that? What was it about her that set his sights on
by chance that morning? There were half a hundred women milling around the atrium when he passed through. Yet something had called his attention to Jasmine Bliss, a woman of modest appearance and mediocre talent.
Don’t be so hard on yourself.
It was a problem Jasmine had sometimes, especially when she looked at the state of her adult life so far. Only three years out of college and her résumé looked like she went into a career buffet and sampled a bit of everything before realizing she was either allergic or not into Salmonella.
In truth, I’m stuck in temp hell.
A hell she really wanted to escape, but had no idea how.
Jackson-Cole was her first chance in many months to get out of her paycheck-to-paycheck cycle. It didn’t help that she had over forty thousand dollars in student loans breathing down her neck, or that dietary restrictions meant buying food she could barely afford, or that…
I need a job so badly.
A steady one, where she knew how much she was getting every month –
Thirty bucks an hour! –
and even had insurance so she could go to the doctor for the first time in a year.
“You guys know anyone with a sugar daddy?”
Both Juan and Selena eased away from her on the couch. “Sugar daddy?” Selena asked. “You mean like some old rich guy paying your bills while you go out with him?”
“That’s what it usually means, yeah.”
“No. No we can’t say we know anyone,” Juan said.
“Speak for yourself! Back in high school I had this friend who had a sugar daddy. Guy was a real creep. Only met him once, but I was so skeeved out I refused to be around him ever again. It was clear that he was using her for sex. But she wasn’t complaining because he bought her all sorts of nice stuff and paid for her first year of college. I don’t talk to her anymore though. No idea what happened.”
“That’s intense.” Juan folded his arms behind his head. His legs spread out and took up most of the room, forcing Selena and Jasmine to shuffle to the farther ends.
“Seems like it would be more work than it’s worth finding some rich guy to pay for your crap. Getting a regular job would be easier.”
“You might be surprised,” Jasmine mumbled. “I mean, you’d be surprised how forward some men can be.”
The movie and beer night came to an end shortly after that. Selena picked up her brother and took him out into the cold, loud night where sirens continued to go off and an angry dog barked loud enough to send Blackbeard hissing under the couch. The only thing Jasmine could see was her cat’s giant, poufy black tail swishing against the moldy linoleum.
“What in the world am I going to do?” Jasmine knew it was a hopeless question to ask the cosmos. And by the cosmos she meant the image of Neil deGrasse Tyson, who popped up on her TV as soon as she shut off the movie.
Too bad I can’t just peace off of Earth.
No, not by some terrible end. Jasmine wanted to get on a spaceship and go out into the universe, where she had a good reason to be single and jobless.
I’m exploring space for the good of mankind. No need for a boyfriend or a job out there!
The loneliness would probably destroy her, but it was better than sitting in this craphole of an apartment and… damn, who would feed the cat?
“What do you think?” Blackbeard was now on her lap, purring and oozing himself all over the end of the couch. Jasmine patted him on the rump before glancing at the end table and seeing the wadded up paper Ethan Cole gave her earlier.
She had meant to throw it out. In fact she thought that she had thrown it out somewhere in the office. But when she came home she realized it was still stuck in her fist, and instead of tossing it into the nearest trash can Jasmine left it on her end table.
That was a bad idea.
Now she stared at it, as if she were Superman and this piece of paper radiated Kryptonite.
If I call him, I can make a million dollars. Two million dollars.
It was almost tempting.
Jasmine was in a dangerous place. For all she knew, this still was a prank of some sort. Still, as she stared at the number, written in Ethan Cole’s meticulous handwriting, she couldn’t help but think of the man who offered her the proposition of a lifetime. Handsome. Astute.
He was the full package as far as ultimate fantasies were concerned.
I still can’t believe it.
He was also arrogant, demanding, and God knew what else. In the span of fifteen minutes, Jasmine had seen so many sides to Ethan that it seemed impossible to look beyond any of them. Why would she want to work for a man who thought he could buy women based on his sexual whims? Let alone date one!
Would I be a prostitute? An escort? A sugar baby?
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Mr. King sat across from her at a desk. His deep green eyes cut through her with an air of severity that made her squirm. He was intense, serious, methodical, and now, he was her new benefactor.
All of this began with a quirk of science; a rare condition that enabled her to pump milk from her breasts continuously. Amy had never had a baby and was often at pains to explain the embarrassing condition to friends and lovers when she had an accident.
An accident, in this case, being leakage. Her breasts would become swollen and heavy with milk and on occasion leak. This led to many awkward moments throughout Amy’s life. But, her meeting with Mr. King wasn’t about the bad times; it was about the good times to come.
She was first introduced to Mr. King through a website. Amy came across a posting on a message board for people with her condition. It was a story from a fellow sufferer about a wealthy man with a fetish for breast feeding. He paid top dollar for the pleasure and was looking for new girls.
Amy worked as a secretary. Her job made her miserable. Her boss treated her like a slave, the pay was awful, and there was no hope for advancement. She was drowning in debt and all alone.
Amy had been on several dates in the past year, but her insecurity about her condition always held her back. To come across this internet posting felt like a godsend.
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Amy made contact with the original poster and was given Mr. King’s phone number. They hastily arranged a meeting at his downtown office.
As Amy entered the busy building she wondered if the people who worked there knew the kind of business their boss was conducting. She smiled to herself as she rode the elevator to the top floor.
Mr. King invited her into his office immediately. Amy was struck by how handsome he was. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but Mr. King was perfect. He had a strong jaw, high cheek bones, intense eyes, a muscular athletic body. It was too good to be true.
Mr. King shook her hand and eyed her double D breasts appreciatively. When he released her hand, he rubbed his face. His fingers lingered over his lips, in an unconscious gesture of desire. He was momentarily seized by a craving Amy didn’t understand. She stood silently, shifting her feet and waiting for him to speak.
“Forgive me,” he said, “please have a seat.”
They hashed out the details of the arrangement. Twenty thousand dollars a session. A session would consist of Mr. King breast feeding directly from her as well as additional sexual, “stimulations,” as the contract called it.
He also asked that she pump her breasts and send him the milk, from time to time. These additional services would be met with additional fees.
All in all, Amy would make more money in one session then she did in a year. She could only stare at him in disbelief as he matter-of-factly ran through the contract.
“Do you understand the terms of the contract?” he repeated himself. Amy had zoned out. She was in awe of the opportunity.
She nodded and replied weakly, “Yes.”
“Good. Now, before we sign, I’ll need to examine your breasts. Test the merchandise, so to speak.”
Amy raised her eyebrows. She hadn’t anticipated starting so quickly. She stood in front of him and began to unbutton her top. He watched her with a clinical eye. Amy removed her top and cleared her throat. “I’m ready,” she said.
Mr. King rose from his seat and approached calmly. His eyes were trained on her breasts. “Remove your bra,” he instructed.
“Would you like to do it?” Amy hoped he would say yes. If he touched her, it might make it easier, she thought. She felt extremely attracted to him.
“No,” he replied. “This is just a cursory exam.”
Amy smiled as if she understood, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She let it fall to the floor unceremoniously.
Mr. King’s chin rested in his hand. His thumb ran over his mouth.
Her creamy, round breasts were on full display. They were firm and plentiful with two large cherry nipples that called out for a pair of lips or a tongue, to explore their surface and plunder the sweet milk inside.
Mr. King only stared.
“Would like to touch them?” Amy asked coyly.
For the first time since she’d undressed his eyes met her own. “Would that be a problem?”
She shrugged nonchalantly. “Of course not.”
Mr. King hesitated, then reached out timidly. He cupped her breasts, feeling her velvet soft skin. Then, he squeezed gently and ran his thumb over her nipples, the same we had over his lips.
“Does that hurt?” he asked.
Due to the excess of hormones in her body, her nipples often did become very sensitive, even raw, but his touch was gentle and soothing. Amy was surprised he cared enough to ask about her comfort. Maybe the arrangement isn’t quite as formal as it seems, she thought.
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He went down on his knees in front of her like a supplicant. This rich and powerful man was suddenly a beggar at her mercy.
Amy knelt in front of him and stuck out her chest expectantly. The words were unspoken, but in their own way he was asking and she was giving permission to continue.
He moved towards her slowly. His lips curled around her nipple. Amy’s whole body tensed. He ran his tongue over her nipple and she giggled. The tension was too great.
Mr. King pulled away from her and smiled. “Relax.”
Amy took a breath and composed herself. “Go on.”
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‘A taste,’ Amy thought puzzled. She hadn’t felt anything. She looked down and saw a small drop of milk leaking from her nipple. When sexually stimulated Amy’s breasts often began lactating on their own.
“It was very good.”
Amy looked up flustered. “Sorry?”
“The merchandise,” he smiled. It was the wicked grin of a sinful boy, who knows he’s gotten away with a dirty deed. “You may get dressed.”
Embarrassed, Amy realized she was still on her knees. She picked up her shirt and buttoned it quickly.
Mr. King pretended to reread the contract, flipping through papers absentmindedly. In truth, he didn’t want her to feel ashamed or shy, so he took on a professional, disconnected air.
Inside, he was thrilled; not only was she beautiful, but her breast milk was sweet like butter cream. After they spent some time together, he hoped, Amy would be more relaxed and open to the experience. They were all a bit nervous at first. Some quit after a few sessions, but he saw a great potential in Amy. They were going to enjoy this together.
He cleared his throat. “All in order. Are you ready to sign?”
Amy left the office as if floating on a cloud. It had been a surreal afternoon: a strange opportunity, a handsome man, a weirdly erotic encounter, and now her first check.
After they signed the papers Mr. King decided to give her a signing bonus, to the tune of twenty thousand dollars. He’d told her to buy something nice for herself and then it was over. They shook hands, arranged their next meeting and she left.
Amy wasn’t sure where to begin. Should she quit her job? No, too soon, she decided. Instead, she bought a nice dress; a tight black number with a plunging v-neck to highlight her mammoth breasts.
She stood in front of her mirror admiring her body. She ran her hands over her breasts and thought of Mr. King: his strong gaze, his soft lips. She felt a connection to him; she wondered if the feeling was mutual.
The doorbell rang. As she walked to the door she took a breath. Best not to get ahead of myself, she thought.
The car ride was short. A chauffeur drove her to a large estate on the outskirts of town. The house was hidden in the woods and couldn’t be seen from the road. Every light in the house was on, making the trees glow. From a distance, Amy thought it looked as if the woods were on fire.
The driver let her out in front of the house and drove off. Amy approached the house cautiously; she suddenly felt nervous. She stopped in front of the door, straightened her dress and raised her hand to knock, when the door flew open. Amy jumped. Mr. King stood in the doorway.
“Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He cleared his throat in an attempt to stifle his laughter. He didn’t want to embarrass her. It was their first time together and he could only imagine how awkward this must be for her. “Please, come in.”
Amy walked into the large entryway and stood in awe. The house was like something out of a magazine. “Your home is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Mr. Kings’ hands were to her shoulders pulling her coat off. They slipped down her arms, gently brushing her skin. Amy felt a slight chill at his touch. “Are you cold? It’s freezing out there.”
Amy smiled and said, “Yes it’s chilly.”
“Maybe we should go into the living room, by the-” Amy turned to reveal her dress and his words were cut short.
Mr. King’s eyes were drawn straight to her breasts. The dress propped them up and accentuated them in a way Amy knew he would appreciate. They looked like a gift begging to be unwrapped.
To Amy’s surprise, Mr. King’s eyes began to move lower, examining her legs and hips. He seemed attracted to the whole package, not just her breasts.
“-by the fire,” he said, finishing his thought. “This way.”
He placed his hand on the small of her back and led her into the room.
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Mr. King smiled. He knew what she was doing, but he still appreciated the show. “Would you like a drink?”
Amy nodded. He walked away and returned with a bourbon. Amy drank hers down in two gulps, she was more nervous than she’d realized. The bourbon felt nice and warm inside her though. She could already feel herself relax.
“Another?” he asked. He didn’t wait for a reply; he fetched her another drink, which she immediately downed.
Mr. King searched for a way to gently introduce the matter at hand, but failed to find an entry. To his surprise, Amy found it for him.
“Shall we begin?” she asked.
Even though they had discussed what would be required of Amy, and had signed a contract, Mr. King still worried she wouldn’t be ready. Those fears proved unfounded as Amy took the thin shoulder straps of her dress in hand and pulled them down, completely exposing her breasts. In truth, she wasn’t as confident as she looked: her heart pounded in her chest, but the bourbon gave her a small amount of liquid courage.
“Would you like me down on my knees?” she asked. “Like in the office? Or do you have another preference?”
“On your knees is good,” he was taken aback by how forward she was being.
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