Page 16 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
Together we close our lockers and exit the locker room only to find Sandy, our manager walking up towards us.
“Roxy, I was hoping to catch you, can I have a quick word in my office?”
I smile nervously and reply, “Sure Sandy,” as I look at Sophie with terror in my wide eyes and say, “Will you be ok opening up?”
“Absolutely, take your time. See you shortly.”
I follow Sandy, my stomach on the floor wondering what could be wrong. We walk up the stairs into her office overlooking the golf grounds. Sandy gestures to the sofa and we sit down together facing each other at either end of the sofa.
“Roxy, relax. You have nothing to worry about,” says Sandykindly, taking one look at my worried face. My shoulders lower and I do try to relax and lean further back into the sofa.
“I just wanted to congratulate you on the first ever seven day booking of any kind. And your feedback has been glowing, so I’m guessing the Charity job went well?”
I can feel a blush creep up my neck as I answer, “It did go well thank you. I enjoyed it, I liked the men who I was with, they were good to me.”
Sandy’s face shone with pride, I almost thought she might clap her hands in glee to match the expression across her face. It was in complete opposition to her prim and proper cream dress suit and her neat blond hair cut into a bob just off her shoulders. Her delight was almost palpable.
“I knew you’d be a great fit, I’m really pleased it was you they chose. I knowtheyare exceptionally pleased it was you they chose. Thank you for being one of our best playmates.”
I beam at the feedback, not expecting anything of the kind as Sandy continues.
“You have piqued the interest of many as word gets around about how you conducted yourself and represented The Clarendon.” Smiling, she adds, “The owners have heard and have decided to open the Red job board for you early based on the feedback of your recent job.”
I suck in a breath at the news, “Really?” I ask, unsure if what I just heard was correct.
“Really,” replies Sandy. She pauses as if collecting herself and considering how to word what she is about to say. “I’d like you to be mindful with the Red board. I have no doubt, any job on there, you can do. But you haven’t been with us as long as most members, you don’t have as much experience both physically and mentally. I don’t say this lightly, again, I know you of all people can do what you set your mind to. But as one of our star playmates, I want to protect you and ensure you take as many precautions to protect your mental wellbeing. Speak toSophie, speak to your husband and you can always speak to me.”
I feel a warmth towards Sandy, more than I have done up until now. I now see a maternal side to her to look out for me and care about me. Sure, it could be because I’m one of her best playmates but I don’t think so. Sophie has told me in the past she hardly ever looks on the Red board, choosing to stick to what she knows and is comfortable doing from the Green and Amber job boards. A question comes to mind.
“I will do Sandy, I promise. Can I ask, are there many jobs on the Red board? Do many of the playmates go for the jobs? Is there lots of competition?”
Fidgeting in her seat Sandy clears her throat before replying, “There are quite a few jobs on the Red board yes, though not half as many as the Green and Amber boards. And no, only a select few do apply for the Red jobs.”
I draw my eyebrows together in a frown trying to understand why. I was under the impression a lot of money can be made. I know the kinks might be wilder, but coming from my seven days captive, how much wilder can they really be?
“How come they are not so popular?” I ask genuinely curious.
“Because dear Roxy, these are kinks few people know about and even fewer admit to having. Generally they are ones involving higher risk either physically or mentally.”
“Would they harm me in any way?” I ask, knowing there must be a valid reason why not so many playmates apply for the jobs. Taking a deep breath, I can see Sandy is about to answer me honestly.
“Yes and no is the truth of it. As you know, clients are not allowed to leave lasting marks or harm to your body. You’ve experienced BDSM within your recent jobs, you know how the clients can mark and impact you. With the Red jobs, it’s the more extreme ideals and fantasies, more sexual pain, morepushing on the limits of your tolerance be it physically or mentally or both. It’s hard to explain until you see the jobs. When you see them, you might be open and interested, or you may find yourself questioning how someone could possibly find that appealing, or why anyone would put themself in that position. But regardless of your feelings in the matter, the kinks exist and this is a safe space for those Members to admit and indulge in them. The jobs are there whether you apply for them or not.”
“Do you ever take Red jobs?” I ask knowing Sandy is also a playmate.
“I do on occasion. I admit more in the past rather than now. You can thrive on the dark side or you can be repelled. Either is totally fine and absolutely no one will judge you. I will say one last thing to you though. You have been everything I sensed you would be and more. My gut tells me you will be open and interested in many of the Red jobs, just as you have been to everything that has come your way. So protect yourself mentally and check in with Sophie or myself whenever you need.”
“Thank you, Sandy, I really appreciate your advice and am grateful that I’m now allowed to apply for jobs on the Red job board. I will make sure I reach out if and when I need to.”
“You’re welcome, Roxy. If you need anything, you know where I am.”
“I do,” I smile back at her, more comfortable in her company than before. Something has shifted between us. I feel more like I have gained a friend or at the very least, someone who is looking out for me and has my best interests at heart. It’s a nice feeling. I want to give her a hug but catch myself at the last second as we stand.
“See you soon Roxy, take care of yourself.”
“You too Sandy, see you soon.” And with that, I’m escorted out of her office and make my way back to the Marion Caféwhere Sophie is smiling at me whilst she serves a couple of the members at the till.
“Good news or bad news?” she asks when I’m behind the counter and the customers have walked away and are out of earshot.
