Page 37 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
Matty begins to get dressed from the pile of clothes he left on the floor and I help James into the bathroom. As he begins to peel clothes off, I walk back out to Matty who has got dressed by the speed of lightning. “See you soon Matty, for the evening properly next time?” I half suggest half ask.
“That would be really great, Rosie, I’d like that,” he replies as his eyes crinkle in the corners at the suggestion.
I reach up onto my toes and give him a hug. He tightly hugs me back and for a moment I think he’s going to kiss me again, but he holds back and I let go of him.
“Well,” I say awkwardly, “until next time.”
“Until next time,” Matty says but squeezes my hand as I’m walking back towards the ensuite. I squeeze back and then he’s gone.
“That was fun,” says James.
“Very fun,” I confirm.
“Did you enjoy your surprise?”
“It was the best.”
“Knew you’d like it,” he says sloppily and it’s time to get him into bed.
“Ok, let’s go sleepyhead.” Together we climb into bed and James is out like a light, snoring. It takes me longer to drift back off as I replay the evening over and over again in my mind.It really was the best, I think to myself before sleep finally claims me once more.
15
Monday rolls around again and everything is completely normal. Everything is until Sandy sends me a text to come see her in the office after my shift. That seems unusual but maybe she’s too busy to come find me like she usually does. At 1pm I knock at her office door and Sandy opens and smiles widely but today the smile doesn’t seem to reach her eyes.
“Roxy, please come in.”
“Hi Sandy, how are you?” I ask, trying to break the tension I feel immediately walking into her room.
“I’m well, thank you dear. I trust you are well too?”
“Absolutely, I’m great.” I look up at her expectantly as we sit across from each other on her sofa.
“Roxy, I’ve asked you here today because I have been tasked with asking you about a secret job offer a few members have put together. It’s an unusual request and something that we would ordinarily decline if it were our general members but it’s one of the owners and two founding members. I am obliged to tell you about it but you are not obliged to take it.”
I watch as Sandy fidgets in her seat, discomfort from thesituation rolling off her. The air in the room feels heavy as I take in Sandy’s discomfort.
“What is it?” I ask curiously, frowning.What on earth can it be if it’s a secret job?
“It’s five days in the hands of three men. There will be a livestream for when any of them are not with you. They have expressed it must be you. They have also expressed they will be offering you rewards for the kinks they have planned for you. However, here’s the thing—they have not given me a list of the kinks, but they say you will have the choice to say no to specific kinks without ending the job.”
“Okay, I guess that doesn’t sound too bad if I have the choice,” I reply.
“You will,” she assures me, though I can tell she is still hesitant.
“But how come they want to keep it a secret?” I ask.
“Indeed, my thoughts exactly. Why would they not want me to see what they’d like to do with you Roxy? It concerns me. Whilst I don’t know exactly what they would like to do if you agree, I do know the types of jobs they have posted and what they are into. Ordinarily they always appear on the Red job board.”
“What kind of Red jobs do they usually post?” I enquire.
“It’s a substantial list: TPE,” she sees me pull a questioning face and adds, “total power exchange.”
“Ahh,” I reply though I’m still not really sure what that includes.
Sandy continues, “Free-use doll play, sensory deprivation, knife play, needle play—you’ve experienced a version of that one I know. Watersports, extreme Dom/sub play, extreme BDSM, latex, mummification and drugging.”
“Drugging?!” I exclaim.
