14 comments/ 126201 views/ 51 favorites Terry's New Job By: Ironwood_Butterfly The job was too good to be true. A modeling assignment on a beautiful tropical island. Warm sun, beautiful beaches. And best of all she had found it for herself. She sent some pictures and her resume directly to the photographer. It was all expenses paid. She signed the contract and sent it back by return mail. Her plane ticket and travel expense money were sent to her. A member of the photographer's staff met her at the airport upon her arrival. He collected her luggage and took her to the hotel where the entire entourage was staying. "Did you bring a bikini?" the assistant asked her when he dropped her off at her room. "Yes," Terry said. "Good. Cam, the photographer, wants you to put it on and report to room 1220. He's doing some general body shots to help pick the right set for each model." "I'll change and get there as soon as I can." She stripped and took a quick shower. After drying off, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was rightfully proud of her body. Her hair was naturally blond and she had large blue eyes. She was 5'6" tall and weighed 115 lbs. Her breasts were large, D-cup, and stood proud and firm on her chest. Her waist tapered nicely to the flair of her hips. She worked hard to keep her body in shape. She was 24 years old. She had no siblings and her parents had been dead for several years. She was working as a convenience store clerk and part-time model so she hadn't found time for socializing. She dressed in her bikini and fixed her hair and makeup. She slipped into a cover-up and sandals. She made her way to room 1220. The door was answered by Cam's assistant, Marcia. "Come in Terry," Marcia said. "Cam is almost ready for you." The bedroom door opened and Cam and another model joined Terry and Marcia. "You're off tomorrow," Cam said, "but being ready for your shoot the day after." "I'll be ready," the model said. "Thanks Cam." "You're Terry," Cam said, glancing at a clipboard. "Yes," Terry said. "Come on in," Cam said, holding the door to the bedroom. Terry followed the photographer in the bedroom. It was sparsely furnished, containing a couch and a screen standing against the wall. The remaining space was occupied by photography equipment. "Take off your cover-up and sandals, "Cam said as he scanned her resume, "and stand in front of the screen." Cam finished reading the resume and faced Terry. "I see this is your first swimsuit shoot," he said. "That's right," Terry said. "I've done mostly catalog work." "Let's take a few practice shots to get the light right. Stand on the mark on the floor." Terry moved to the 'X.' "Okay," Terry said. "She's got the body for it," Cam thought. "This could be the one that gets my ass out of the fire. "Stand with your feet about a foot apart," Cam said, "and look right at the camera. Stand up straight and arch your back a little. Perfect." Cam took several shots adjusting the light. "Good," he said. "Now turn to your right. Look straight ahead." Terry turned. "Shoulders back," Cam said, "and arch your back a little more." Terry did as Cam asked feeling her breasts thrust forward. "Good," he said. Then he had Terry face away from him. "Big tits and a perfect ass," he thought. "What more could he want." "Okay," Cam said. "Turn right again." She turned striking the same pose. "Good," he said. She faced him again. "How far did they go in your lingerie shoot?" Cam asked. "I mean what kind of underwear did you model?" "Mostly bustier, panties, garter belt and stockings and high heels of course," Terry answered. "Regular panties," Cam asked, "or thongs?" "Both," Terry answered. "Any shelf bustiers," he asked, "or peek-a-boo underwear?" "No," Terry answered. "But I did wear lace bras and panties sometimes." "I don't mean to embarrass you," Cam said, "The reason I'm asking is that the suits we are using are ... skimpy and ... revealing. I'm trying to figure out how comfortable you are with your body. Do you like lingerie modeling?" "I enjoyed it," Terry said, blushing. "The photographers seem pleased also. I'm larger on top than some models so I fill out the bras more." "I can see that," Cam said. "In fact that's one of the reasons I wanted you on this shoot. The client is looking for a lot of teasing and some soft nudity. How would you feel about that?" "I've never posed nude, Cam," Terry said. "I don't know how I feel about it." "That's okay, Terry," Cam said. "Remember, even in the reality shows on TV, the models pose nude. It's really not a big deal." "That's true," Terry said. "I never thought about it that way." "Let's do a test run," Cam said. "I mean to help you get used to it. We'll take a few shots now when it's just the two of us." "Okay Cam," Terry said, "If that's what you want." "Good," Cam said. "Go behind the screen and take off your top, then cover your breasts with your hands. We'll do the same four poses we just did." Terry went behind the screen and removed her top. Her large breasts jutted out from her chest. She covered herself with her hands and walked back to the 'X.' "There," Cam said, "that wasn't so hard. Was it?" "No," Terry said. "I guess not." "Even if she doesn't get me off the hook," Cam thought, "I can sell these on the Internet and make a little on them." He photographed her in the same four poses. "Now," Cam said, "instead of two hands, I want you to use your left hand and forearm. You can face the screen to switch." Terry did as Cam asked and then turned to face him again. "Good," Cam said, "now put your right hand behind you neck. Good. Elbow back. Perfect." Cam took more pictures. "How are you doing, Terry?" Cam asked, sounding concerned, "Are you getting more comfortable?" "Yes Cam," she said, "but I'm still nervous." "I know you are," Cam said. "We should practice a little more. Don't you think?" "Okay," Terry said. "I really appreciate your help." "That's why I'm here," Cam said." Let's try this. Face the screen and put both of your hands on your head. I will only photograph you from the back so nothing will show." Terry faced the screen and locked her fingers on top of her head. "Perfect," Cam said. "I'm going to move around back here, but don't worry, I will always be behind you." Cam began taking pictures. As he moved to the side, more and more of Terry's breast showed. He stopped before she became too nervous. He repeated the process on Terry's other side. "These are great," Cam said. "How are you doing Terry?" "Good, Cam," Terry said. "Thank you for being so patient with me." "You're welcome," Cam said. "Why don't you face me again, with your fingertips covering your nipples? I'm sure you've seen the pose I mean in magazines." "Good," Cam said, taking pictures. "Slide you finger off a little more." Terry slid her fingers over her nipples until just the tips remained for cover. Her nipples hardened. "Are you ready to try a couple topless?" Cam asked later. "Okay," Terry said. "Great," Cam said. "Put you hands back on top of your head. Elbows back. Arch your back." Terry's large firm breasts were thrust forward, her nipples hard. Cam photographed her for several minutes. "That's enough for today," Cam said. "Why don't you put your top back on?" Terry replaced her top. "You start tomorrow," Cam said, "so I want you eat a light dinner and get a lot of sleep. It's going to be a long day." "I will, Cam," Terry said. "Thanks." -------------------------------------------------- The next day, on location, Terry dressed in a tiny string bikini, two triangles about 2" at the base tapering to a point 3" above the horizontal string made a valiant effort to cover her breasts. Another triangle, about the same size as the two over her breasts, covered her pubic area. All three triangles were held in place by strings tied between her shoulder blades and at her hips. One tiny string ran between her legs, up the crack of her bottom connecting at her waist. It was by far the skimpiest outfit she had ever worn at a shoot. "You look great, honey," Marcia said. "Slip into this robe and we'll head for the set." Terry tied the robe and followed Marcia out of the dressing tent onto a beautiful tropical beach bathed in sunlight. She walked a short way down the beach to where the camera crew was set up. There were lawn chairs, an umbrella and a towel stretched out on the sand. Two grips were holding mirrors directing sunlight onto the body of the model dressed in another skimpy suit. A couple of other helpers stood around waiting for orders. Behind the photographer was a man Terry didn't know. He was dressed in an expensive business suit and stood in the shade of one of the palm trees that lined the beach. "That's it for today, honey," Cam said to the posing model. She rose from the towel, put on a robe and walked past Terry on the way to the changing tent. "Come on, Terry," Cam said. "You're up." He directed Terry onto the beach chair under the umbrella. Terry approached the chair experiencing the rush she always had as a shoot started. She loved being the center of attention, everyone focusing on her. "Marcia, take her robe," Cam said. "Terry, stand by the chair so we can get a light reading." Terry untied the robe and handed it to Marcia. Glancing around she saw several appreciative nods as the males in the crew looked her up and down. Cam turned and looked at the well dressed gentleman standing a little distance off. The man nodded. Cam returned the gentleman's nod and turned back to Terry. "Okay, Terry," Cam said. "Are you ready?" "Yes," Terry said. "Good," Cam said. "Sit in the chair, legs spread, lean forward and arch your back." Terry did as she was told, feeling her large, firm breasts pressing into the small triangles of her bra. Her nipples stiffened. "Arch your back more, Terry," Cam said. Terry arched further pressing her breasts forward. Cam took several pictures. "Good," Cam said. "Now kneel on the chair facing away and look back into the camera. That's it. Now arch your back." Terry arched her back and for the first time in all her photo shoots she began to be a little uncomfortable. The poses were very suggestive. She thought about swimsuit calendars she had seen and decided her poses were no more risqué than those. "Spread you knees, Terry," Cam said. Terry separated her knees about 2" a warm feeling growing between her legs. Cam took some pictures. "Further," Cam said. Terry scooted her knees further apart and Cam took pictures. This was repeated until Terry's knees were as far apart as the chair would allow. Cam moved around Terry taking pictures. Half an hour and a dozen poses later Cam called an end to this part of the shoot. "Okay," he said. "I want everyone off the set except Tommy and Chuck. I'll see the rest of you at the next location tomorrow." When the set was cleared, Cam approached Terry. "Are you ready?" he asked. "I think so," Terry said. "Since this is your first time," Cam said, "I thought it might be easier on you to have a skeleton crew." "Thank you Cam," Terry said. "I appreciate that." "Let's start just the way we did yesterday," Cam said. "Take off your top and cover your breasts with your hands." Terry looked around for a place to change. "Just face away from us," Cam said. "We're all professionals here." Terry turned her back on the crew, removed her top and covered her breasts with her hands. "Let's start in the chair again," Cam said. "Now slide your hands off your breasts until your nipples are covered by just your fingertips." Cam took pictures of this pose and several variations. "Are you ready, Terry?" Cam asked, "I don't want to rush you, but I don't want to lose the light." "I'm ready," Terry said. "Good," Cam said, "Put your hands on the arms of the chair, lean back and arch your back." Terry hesitated and then slowly moved her hands off her breasts to the arms of the chair. Cam photographed her for half an hour. He had her lying on her tummy, on a towel. "Here's what I want to do now, Terry," Cam said. "I'm going to have Chuck take your bikini bottoms." Terry started and looked at Cam. "Now don't worry," Cam said. "You are lying on your front and all that will show is your bottom. The string is all that is covering you now anyway, so really nothing more will show. Will you do this for me Terry?" Terry thought for a minute. "Okay Cam," she said finally. Chuck knelt by Terry and untied her bikini bottoms. Cam moved in and took lots of pictures. He had Terry pose several ways, never letting her pubic area show. "I'm going to have Chuck spread some lotion on your back Terry," Cam said. "Shiny skin makes a great photograph." He was no longer asking her, her was telling her. Chuck took the bottle of baby oil and began applying it to Terry's back. This wasn't ordinary baby oil. Cam had gotten it from the man in the suit. The lotion was spiked with a mild sedative, not enough to put Terry to sleep, just enough to take the edge off her nervousness. Additionally, he introduced a liberal amount of a very powerful female aphrodisiac. He took his time, massaging the oil into Terry's neck, back and arms. Cam could see her relax. She didn't even notice when Chuck oiled her sides and brushed her bulging breasts. He stopped at the small of her back and moved to her feet. He worked slowly up Terry's legs to the top of her thighs. "Terry," Cam said, "we have to do your bottom also. It looks silly to have the rest of you shiny." "Okay," Terry said, barely listening to what he said. "Mmmm," she moaned. "That feels nice." Meanwhile, Tommy had set up three digital video cameras, focusing on Terry, One on her face, one full body and one between her legs. Cam took pictures, giving the drugs time to work. "Spread your legs a little," Cam said. "There are some dull spots on your thighs." Terry spread her legs about three inches. Her pussy was just peeking out from between her legs. Cam took some pictures. "A little more, Terry," Cam said. "Here, let Chuck help you." Chuck spread her legs until her feet were about 20" apart. Terry's pussy was clearly visible between her legs, her lips glistening with arousal. "That's perfect, Terry," Cam said. "Okay Chuck, oil her thighs and don't miss any spots this time." Chuck put oil on his hands and worked it into Terry inner thighs just below her pussy. He looked at Cam who nodded his approval. "I see one more spot that doesn't have oil," Cam said. Chuck moved his hand over Terry's pussy, rubbing gently. Terry moaned and clutched the towel in her fists. He dribbled oil directly on her pussy and worked it into her puffy pink lips. Terry was beyond knowing or caring what he was doing. She was lost in a drug induced haze. She was awake, smiling, eyes open if not focusing. She was no longer posing, they were posing her. They spread her legs wider causing her pussy lips to separate. Chuck stroked two oily fingers into her. They lifted her hips, spread her legs wide. They rolled her over and oiled her front paying special attention to her large breasts and very aroused nipples. They raised her knees and spread her legs. Chuck dropped his shorts and pushed his very hard erection into her. "Hmm," Terry moaned, "That feels so good." Tommy had removed the movie camera from the tripod and was filming the action up close and personal "I want a cum-shot on her tits." Cam said, "You damn well better pull out in time." All Chuck could do was grunt. Chuck pumped into her as long as he could, then pulled out and stroked himself to orgasm. They got some great footage of Chuck's cum arcing up and landing on Terry's breasts. "Chuck," Cam said, "you take the camera. Tommy I want a blow job shot." Tommy pressed his erection to Terry's lips. Reflex took over and she opened her mouth to accept his raging hard-on. He pumped into her mouth for a few minutes and then pulled out to come on her tits. "That's a wrap," Cam said. They took a towel and wiped the cum off Terry's breasts, dressed her in her bikini and half carried her to the car. Back at the hotel they left her in her room, lying on her bed. Two hours later, as the drug began to wear off, she woke to find herself in her room with no idea how she got there. She showered, washing off the last traces of the drug. ---------------------------------------------------- Terry was sitting nude on the bed trying to piece together the afternoon when the phone rang. "Terry, this is Cam. How are you feeling?" "I don't know Cam," she said. "What happened?" "I think you got a little too much sun," Cam said. "You kinda fainted and we took you to your room. I hope you're all right." "I'm fine, Cam," she said. "Thanks for taking care of me." "You're welcome, Terry," Cam said. "Now I have a favor to ask." "Anything," Terry said. "I owe you big time." "I need a date to a little party tonight," Cam said. "Do you remember the man in the suit at the shoot?" "Yes," Terry said. "Well he's a big-time producer," Cam said. "He funds a lot of my work. He invited me to his place tonight and I want to take a really hot date." "Thank you for inviting me," Terry said. "I'd love to go. What should I wear?" "I'll have clothes delivered to your room," Cam said. "I know how the other women will be dressed so you will fit right in." "That's so nice of you," Terry said. "I'll see you around eight," Cam said and hung up. Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. Terry slipped into a robe and answered it. A bellboy had a package for her. Opening it she found a short leather skirt, a tank top, panties and high heels. The skirt was a little short and the top was a little tight, but Terry decided this was the islands after all. Women ran around in skimpy bikinis. Compared to that, she was wearing a snowsuit. Cam arrived a few minutes before eight. "You look fantastic," Cam said. "Thank you so much for doing this for me." "You're welcome," Terry said. "Thank you for the clothes." Cam led her downstairs and out to a waiting car. On the trip Cam explained that this was a very important man. In fact he held both their careers in his hands. "He is used to getting his way," Cam told her. "Don't upset him." They pulled up to what was obviously a side door to an enormous building. A guard stood outside the door. He led them into the building and after going through several doors and down several halls, the entered a room. In the room, Terry saw half a dozen men and about as many women. "Cam," the man Terry recognized from the beach said, "I'm so glad you could make it. And who do we have here?" "This is Terry," Cam said. "The model we were talking about. Terry, this is Mr. Jameson." "Cam tells me you have a lot of potential," Jameson said, slipping his hand around Terry's waist and leading her away from Cam. "I can see that he is right." He walked her to the bar getting them drinks, and then led her to a small sofa at the side of the room. "Cam tells me you had your first nude modeling session today," he said, laying his hand on Terry's thigh. "Yes," Terry said. Terry wasn't sure what to do. The sofa faced the room so anyone could watch what he was doing. She glanced around to see several people looking at them. "I was very nervous," she said. "That's perfectly understandable," he said, gently stroking her thigh. "The first time a beautiful woman takes her clothes off in front of spectators is bound to be frightening." He moved his hand under the hem of her skirt. She clamped her legs together. "Spread your legs," he said. "No, please," Terry begged. Terry's New Job "I said, spread your legs," he demanded. "I thought Cam explained the situation." "He did," Terry said. "It's just that..." "It's just that ... what, Terry?" Cam asked. "Nothing," Terry said, allowing her knees to stray apart. "I'm sorry." "It's okay, Terry," Jameson said. "I understand you were nervous posing in the nude, but you seemed very relaxed while making the movie." "Movie?" Terry asked, "What movie?" "You haven't seen it yet?" Mr. Jameson asked. "Wonderful. Max, start up the DVD player." Terry watched in horror as she appeared on the screen, nude, with one of the crew rubbing oil into her pussy. From there it only got worse. Finally it was over. Max paused it at a shot up between her legs. Her pussy gaped open and cum was clearly visible on her breasts. "I particularly like that shot," Jameson said. "Don't you, Terry?" Jameson spread Terry's legs until her thighs were pressed against the tight skirt. He slid his hand up her leg against her panties. "Oh," Terry said when she felt the contact, "please don't." "It's a deal, Cam," he said. "You can get the hell out of here." Cam slithered out the door leaving Terry to her fate. He tilted her head back by her hair and kissed her on the mouth. She couldn't help herself, she kissed him back. He had been through this many times before. Over the course of the next twenty-four hours she would be humiliated beyond anything she thought possible. She would do things in public she previously never would have considered doing in private. Her training would go on for probably a week, but by the end of the day she would know what she would be doing every day from now on. He would allow her to keep her name from her previous life. This was not a kind gesture on his part. Rather, it was a reminder, a link, between what she used to be and what she had become. She could not slip into a mindless execution of her duties, because she was constantly forced to relive her transformation. "I have a present for you," he said, kissing her again. Max walked up to them carrying a gift box. He offered Terry his hand and she stood. He removed a beautiful silver choker from the box. He slipped it around her neck and clamped it snugly in place. "Turn around, baby," Jameson said. "See how nice it looks on you." Terry turned to look at herself in a full length mirror attached to the wall. "It's a dog collar," she thought, seeing the D-ring attached to the choker. "What is going on?" She felt around the choker but couldn't find the clasp. "What is this?" Jameson said. "I give you a present and the first thing you want to do is take it off? Don't you like it?" "It's a little tight," Terry said. "I was just going to loosen it." "I think it's perfect," he said. "Leave it." She was really starting to get scared. Why had Cam left her here? How was she going to get home? "Terry," he said, "I have another present for you, but first I need to explain a few things to you. You are no longer a model." "Yes I am," she said. "I came to the island for a modeling job." "That's true," he said. "You used to be a model. Now you're a hostess." "No," Terry said. "Yes," he said. "You see Cam owed me a great deal of money. He's been unable to repay me and frankly, he's been facing some serious consequences. Then he told me about you. The deal is, I forgave his debt in exchange for you." "He can't do that," Terry said. "He doesn't own me." "You're right," he said. "Cam doesn't own you. I just told you I own you. Your career as a model would be over in any case. As we speak Cam is uploading your movie to the Internet. Anyone with $19.95 will be able to purchase a copy. You belonged to me when I decided you were going to be one of my hostesses." "That can't be right," Terry said, as she started walking toward the door. "I'm leaving." "No you're not," he said. Terry stopped dead in her tracks as a painful shock hit her neck. She tugged at the collar trying to remove it. "It won't come off Terry," he said, smiling at her. "Come back over here." "No," Terry said. "I won't." The shock hit her again. "What you are feeling is the lowest setting of this little device," he said. "The next level is excruciating and believe me you don't want to feel the one above that. Now come back over here." Terry searched for a way out of her predicament. Finding none, she walked back to stand in front of her owner. "Good girl," he said. "Since you have decided to cooperate, I have another present for you." He lifted a box from the table at the end of the couch and opened it. He folded back the tissue paper revealing the tiniest thong panties Terry had ever seen. The strings were little more than threads and the patch of cloth in front was about the size of a postage stamp. "Oh my god," she thought. "He wants me to wear that." "Well?" he asked, "Do you like it?" "It's very nice," Terry said. "I'm glad you like it," he said. "I want you to try it on for me." "I couldn't," Terry said. "This skirt is very short." "I see that," he said. "Let me see. What can we do about that? I've got it. Take off the skirt." "I couldn't," Terry said. "Let's get something straight," he said his voice suddenly low and menacing. "You don't have a choice. I give you orders and you follow them. That's your only option. Do you understand?" "Yes," Terry said, finding no alternative but to acquiesce. "You will address me as 'sir'," he said. "Do you understand?" "Yes sir," she said. "Good," he said, "now remove your skirt." She unhooked and unzipped the short skirt and worked it down over her hips. She stepped out of it and handed it to Jameson. The other people in the room moved over to watch Terry's striptease. "Very nice," he said. "Now turn for us. Slowly." Terry turned. "Excellent," he said. "I knew you would be a fast learner. Now take off your top." Terry looked at him, at his eyes, hoping for some sign of mercy. She saw none. She did see the remote that activated her collar. He held it in his hand and caressed the button as if he was looking forward to using it again. Terry slowly drew her top up her body, over her breasts and off her head. He held out his hand for the shirt. "Good girl," he said. "Beautiful. Cam tells me your breasts are natural. Is that right?" "Yes," Terry said, blushing profusely. "Yes, what?" he asked. "Yes sir," Terry corrected hastily. "That's a very good girl," he said. "You won't forget again, will you?" "No sir," Terry said. "Max," Jameson said. Max moved to Terry's side. He lifted her breast squeezing it roughly. He moved to her other side and repeated the examination with her other breast. He nodded at Jameson. "Turn for us again," Jameson said. Terry slowly turned. "It's time for your present now," he said. "Take off your panties, Terry." Terry hesitated. "Take them off now!" Jameson commanded, his thumb hovering over the button. Terry slid her panties down her shapely legs and stepped out of them. She handed them to him. She glanced at her image on the TV. "At least it isn't as bad as that," she thought. "Isn't she beautiful," Jameson said, looking at her clean-shaven pussy with its little triangular strip of pubic hair pointing between her legs. "Turn for us again Terry. Slowly so we have time to appreciate your beautiful body." Terry turned slowly, displaying herself to the room full of people. "Stop there," he said when she was facing away from him. Terry complied. "Now spread your legs," he said. Terry moved her feet about a foot apart. "Wider," he said. Terry moved to two feet. "Again," he said. Terry moved to three feet. "Good girl," he said. "Now, keeping your legs straight, bend over and grab your ankles." Terry had never been so humiliated. Not only was she nude in front of a room full of strangers, she was about to display her most private parts to them. Having no choice, she bent over. "Very nice," he said, examining her pussy and anus. He kept her there for a full minute. "Okay, Terry," he said, "you may stand up and finish turning." Terry complied. "You are a fast learner," he said, "and a very obedient girl. Now I want you to try on your present." He handed her the thong. Terry stepped carefully into it, pulling it up her legs. She did her best to settle the tiny piece of cloth in front of her pussy, while feeling the string slipping between her lips and into the crack of her ass. The thong was so obviously sexual, that she felt even more naked wearing it. The string also rubbed gently against her clitoris sending a little rush of pleasure amidst her abject humiliation. "Do you like it, Terry?" he asked. "Yes, sir," she responded. "Don't you usually thank a person for a gift?" he asked. "Yes sir," she said, fearing the sting of the collar. "Thank you, sir." "Turn for us again," he said. Once again she turned for their inspection. This time however, the string from her thong rubbed gently against her clitoris as she moved. She felt her pussy begin to moisten. "Very nice," he said. "The thong covers just enough of your pussy, to make it even more appealing. Don't you agree?" "Yes sir," Terry said. "Take off your shoes, Terry," he said. "Put these on instead." He handed her a pair of spiked heels. She examined them for a second before stooping to change her shoes. She handed hers to him. She stood carefully, trying to balance in the very high heels. As she stood, she found her back arching, thrusting her breasts forward. She swayed slightly. "Take your time, Terry," he said. "I know these heels are higher than you are used to. They look fantastic, though, I must say." Terry stood for a minute getting used to the shoes. "Take another turn for us," he said. "Very nice. Now walk to the door, turn and walk back." Terry found that she could not walk in the very high heels without having her breasts bounce and jiggle. "Excellent," he said, when she stood before him once again. "Now tell me, Terry, do you like your presents?" "Yes sir," she said. "Thank you, sir." "I'm glad you like them, Terry," he said, "because this is your hostess uniform." He enjoyed the shocked expression on her face. "You are as fully clothed as you will ever be," he said. "Do you understand?" He watched the emotions flash across her face; disbelief, incredulity, fear, anger, and finally resignation. "Yes sir," she said. "Good," he said. "Pull your thong down to your knees." She did as she was told. "This is even worse," she thought. "I have to wear this obscene little thong and expose myself to these people at the same time." "Now I want you to listen to me very carefully," he said. "I am going to explain your duties and the rules of this establishment. By the way, why don't you spread your legs until the thong is pulled tightly between your knees? You have such a pretty little pussy. Good. As I've already told you, you are a hostess and this is your uniform. You will wear your uniform at all times, unless someone tells you to take it off." He looked at Terry and saw the shock and the beginnings of understanding on her face. "You will address my guests and staff as 'sir' or 'miss'," he continued. "To forget is a punishable offense. Max, show Terry how she will be punished if she does not show the proper respect." Max walked to the fireplace and removed a cane from the mantle. It was about three feet long and maybe a quarter of an inch in diameter. He held it where Terry could get a good look. He bent the stick showing her its flexibility. Her eyes grew wide with fear. "Bend over Terry," Jameson said, "and grab your ankles." "Please sir," Terry begged, "I haven't done anything wrong. Why am I being punished?" "Since you asked so respectfully," he said, "I will answer you. First, this is not punishment; it is part of your training. If you know the sting of the cane, you will be less likely to do something that will lead to its use. Second, I don't need a reason to have you caned. I own you so I can have you caned whenever I want. I have to admit, however, I do prefer using my bare hand on a girl when I'm spanking her just for fun. I love the feel of a firm bottom under my palm. Shall we continue or do you have more questions?" "Yes sir," Terry stammered. "I mean no sir." "I know what you mean," he said. "Now assume the position. Max, give her just one. Like I said this is training, not punishment." Terry heard the whoosh of the cane before she felt the searing pain on her bottom. She screamed, released her ankles and tried to stand. Max held her bent over with his hand on her back. "Terry," Jameson said, "listen to me. Terry!" Terry quit struggling and hung her head sobbing. "I know it hurts, Terry," he said, "but I want you to listen to me. Are you listening?" "Yes sir," Terry managed between sobs. "Good girl," he said. "Now grab your ankles again." Terry complied. "When you are being punished," he said, "if you let go of your ankles, more stripes will be added. You may cry of course, but you may not let go of your ankles. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," Terry said. Max was alternating between massaging Terry's sore bottom and stroking her exposed pussy and clit. She would gasp when he ran his hand over the angry red stripe on her bottom and then moan when he touched her sex. Jameson let this continue watching Terry oscillate between two contradictory emotions. Terry was going out of her mind from the mix of pain and pleasure. "Terry," Jameson said. "Thank Max for the lesson." "Thank you sir," Terry said. "Now," Jameson said, "ask Max if he would like to fuck you to show him how much you appreciated the lesson." "Please sir," Terry said, fighting between embarrassment and fear of the cane, "would you like to fuck me?" Without saying a word, Max moved behind her. She heard his zipper and felt the tip of his cock at her very wet opening. She groaned as he pushed into her. He was big, but she was wet. He held her hips as he pounded into her, driving her ever closer to the orgasm she needed but didn't want to have in front of an audience. He grunted and began pumping his seed deep in her pussy. That was too much for her and she came as well, shaking as she remained bent over, impaled on his cock. She was mortified. How could she possibly have come? What was wrong with her? "It's okay, Terry," Jameson said. "It's perfectly acceptable for you to enjoy your new life. Many of our hostesses do. Now I want you to stand up, thank Max again, and then kneel down and clean his cock with your mouth." Terry stood, feeling his sperm leaking out of her pussy and running down her leg. "Thank you sir," she said. She knelt in front of him, and taking his flaccid penis in her mouth, she bathed it. "His balls too, Terry," Jameson said. "Don't forget to clean his balls." Terry lifted his cock out of the way and then leaned in to lick his hairy scrotum. "Very good, Terry," Jameson said. "You may stand." Terry stood and faced them again. "Here Terry," Jameson said, handing her a tissue. "You seem to be leaking." How far could her humiliation go, she wondered? Taking the tissue she collected the trail of sperm running down her leg and then carefully dabbed at her pussy, feeling a surge of pleasure as she touched her sensitive lips. He made no attempt to take the tissue so she had to hold it like a cum-soaked trophy. "Now, where were we?" Jameson asked. "Oh yes. You are to address your superiors with respect and follow their orders immediately and without question. You will not talk to the other hostesses on the casino floor. You will be on a twelve hour schedule. Twelve hours working the casino floor and twelve hours off. Max, your trainer, will show you everything. During your off time you will eat, sleep, exercise and bathe. When you are working, your job is to keep my guests happy. If he wants a drink, you will signal one of the waitresses by raising your hand. The waitresses are hostesses as well, so you may not talk to them." Jameson hesitated. "I understand sir." "While on the casino floor, you are to make yourself available to my guests. If he wants to touch you, you will allow him to. Your tits, your pussy, your ass. Your entire body is available to my guests at any time. If he tells you to remove your thong, you will do so immediately. If he tells you to give it to him, again you will do so gladly. When the guest is finished with you, you will go find your keeper and politely ask for another uniform. Remember the guest comes first. Let's say you've given your uniform to a guest and are looking for your keeper, when another guest wants your services. You will service the guest and get another uniform later. Is everything clear so far?" "Yes sir." Even to herself she sounded like she was agreeing to the duties being assigned to her; accepting the situation. "Good girl. You are a fast learner. Move closer." Terry moved up to Jameson keeping the thong strung tightly between her knees. He reached out, fondled her tits and pulled and twisted her nipples. Terry rocked back as he released her. "You have a beautiful body, Terry." "Thank you, sir." "My guests will be very pleased with you. When you get to the casino floor, you will notice that our gaming tables are built on a cantilever. You're a smart girl, Terry. Why do you suppose that is?" Terry thought for a minute. Her mind was in such turmoil she could think of no reason. "I'm sorry sir. I can't think of a reason." "It's okay Terry. It's to allow room under the table for a hostess." He hesitated, allowing Terry to realize what he had just said. When he saw understanding in her eyes he went on. "When a guest indicates he wants you to service him with your mouth you can slip under the table, and give him a blow job. When he comes, you will drink his juices, be sure he is clean and then climb out from under the table and politely thank him." Terry's stomach turned at the thought of servicing men and women out in the open like that. Then Jameson made it worse. "Of course, he may not want you to use the space under the table. In that case, you will service him wherever he wants." Terry thought she would vomit. "Get on your knees, Terry." Terry complied, kneeling in front of Jameson as he stood. "Now ask me nicely." Terry thought for a moment. When she realized what Jameson wanted her cheeks flamed bright red. "May I please service you sir." "How would you like to service me?" "I would like to service you with my mouth." "Yes, you may, since you asked so nicely." With shaking fingers she unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock. "That's a good girl. Now put it in your mouth." She opened her mouth and slid down over his cock. "Stop right there. Now hold your hands behind your back. Good girl. Don't move your head. Now I want you to think about where you are and what you're doing." He stood still for a minute. She felt his cock in her mouth lying on her tongue. She was kneeling subserviently in front of him, her hands clasped behind her back, his hand resting condescendingly on her head. She was naked in a room full of clothed people. Tears welled up in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. "I see you are beginning to understand." He held her head and began to slowly pump his cock in and out of her mouth. "I know it is difficult to speak at the moment, so just a little nod or shake of your head will suffice. Do you understand?" She nodded her head slightly as he continued the measured assault on her mouth. "I have to tell you Terry, your mouth feels like a warm, wet pussy. It's just delightful." Terry's New Job He stroked her cheek feeling her tears. "There, there, Terry. You should be proud. Not every girl learns how to give a good blow job. You will come to love the feel of a man's cock in you mouth. And not to forget the fairer sex, you will learn to love the taste of pussy. Your tongue will work like a little cock pleasuring my female guests. Max is going to train you. You want Max to train you, right?" She nodded her head. "Look at me, Terry. I want to see your beautiful, big, blue eyes." Terry looked up at him. "You have already tasted Max's cock. Did you like it, Terry?" Terry nodded. He felt the first twinges of his orgasm building. "I am going to cum soon. Do you want to swallow my cum?" Terry nodded. "That's a good girl. You will always swallow a guest's cum unless he wants to cum on your face or tits, of course. Isn't that right Terry?" Terry nodded. He had been slowly increasing the speed and force with which he was taking her mouth. "Ahh. Here it comes." Holding her hair with one hand, he pulled out of her mouth and stroked his cock with his other hand. "Keep your mouth open, Terry. There's a good girl." The first spurt of cum landed on Terry's upper lip, splashing onto her nose. The rest hit her squarely on her tongue. Since couldn't swallow, with her mouth open, she had to let it collect on her tongue. He put the head of his cock in back in her mouth, just past her lips. He milked the last drops of cum from his cock and then pulled it from her mouth. "Close your mouth, Terry, but don't swallow yet." Terry closed her mouth, fighting to keep the gooey mess from sliding down her throat. "Now, tilt your head back so I can see your face. Open your mouth so I can see you haven't swallowed." He could see his cum coating her tongue and collecting at the back of her mouth "Keep your mouth open. Do you like the feel of my cum on your tongue?" Terry nodded. "Do you like the way my cum tastes?" Terry nodded. "Terry, would you like to swallow my cum?" Terry nodded. "You have been such a good girl. Go ahead and swallow." Terry swallowed. Glad to finally be able to take a decent breath. "Open your mouth Terry. Let everyone see what a good girl you are." Terry opened her mouth so everyone could see she had swallowed his cum. "Clean me, Terry." He waited, his hand on her head, for her to lick his cock and balls. "You're a very good girl. Open your mouth and take my cock back in it." He could see the humiliation on her face. Sucking a hard cock at least had a purpose. Sucking a soft cock had no purpose. No purpose except to prove to Terry that she had no choice but to do it. She reached for his cock. "No Terry. Don't use your hands." She stuck out her tongue, trying to capture the limp organ. She succeeded in only pushing it around. Finally, she tilted her head back, bent low, and came up under his cock, taking it into her mouth. "Good girl, Terry. Take it all the way into your mouth." Terry worked her way up his cock with her lips, drawing it fully into her mouth. Her nose ended up buried in his pubic hair. "That feels wonderful, doesn't it Terry." Terry nodded her head. "Suck on it, Terry." Terry sucked on the limp cock as if nursing on some grotesque nipple. "That's very good, Terry." He stood over her, petting her head. "I want you to get used to the feeling of a cock in your mouth. Do you like having my cock in your mouth, Terry?" Terry nodded, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "I want you to look forward to holding a cock in your mouth. Do you want that also?" Terry nodded. He pulled his cock slowly from her mouth. She tucked him gently back into his pants and zipped him up. He waited, standing over her, looking down at her. "Thank you sir," she said. "Terry," he said, "you seem to have some cum on your lip. Why don't you wipe that off with your finger?" Terry scraped the cum from her lip and nose. "Good girl," Jameson said. "Now lick off your finger." Jameson returned to the couch and had Terry stand. "Now," Jameson continued, "assume a guest wants to you to service them with your pussy or your ass. There are two ways this can go. First, if he wants to be serviced where he is, you will lower your thong, bend over their chair and offer him access to whichever hole he wants. Once he has come, you will thank him, clean him and thank him again. Here is where the procedure differs from a blow job. You will have your guest's cum up inside you, much the way Max's cum is in you now. You are to go find your keeper and ask him politely if you may go get cleaned up." Terry felt the bile rising in her throat and fought to keep it down. "The guest may want to take you to his room instead," Jameson continued. "That is perfectly acceptable. You will accompany him to his room and service him any way he wants. Don't forget to thank him and clean him. Then return to the casino and ask your keeper if you may go get cleaned up." Terry thought she might faint. "Have you had anal sex, Terry?" Jameson asked. "What?" Terry replied shocked, "No sir, of course not." "Don't sound so surprised," Jameson said, "I just mentioned that you would be servicing guests with your ass." "I'm sorry sir," Terry gasped, "I didn't realize. I can't do that." "Of course you can my dear," Jameson said, "We do have a small problem however. Max is spent having already cum in your pussy. As much as I'd like to break you in, I have just recently cum in your mouth." Terry breathed a sigh of relief sensing she may have been spared from this one indignity at least. Jameson stood and faced his guests. "We have a new hostess," he said, "who is an ass virgin. It's obvious to me that once she's working the casino floor some guests are going to bend her over a stool and take her there. Rather than lose her cherry that way I wonder if there is one among you who would volunteer to mount my new hostess." Every man in the room raised his hand. Terry almost quit breathing. How could they do this to her? The thought of having sex that way was repugnant to her but to do it in front of a roomful of people was beyond belief. Meanwhile Max had passed a hat containing five white poker chips and one black one. The lucky winner stepped eagerly forward. "Excellent." Jameson said, "Why don't you take a minute and give Terry a good feel?" The guest spent several minutes pawing Terry. "Terry," Jameson said, "I think you should give our guest a good suck to be sure he's good and hard. Don't you?" "Yes sir." Terry said, dropping to her knees. She sucked on the man for a minute before Jameson stopped her. "Now Terry," Jameson said, "hold out your hand." Jameson squeezed a generous dollop of lubricant onto her hand. Terry applied the lubricant to the guest's raging hard-on. "Good girl," Jameson said. "Now get on your hands and knees." "Please don't do this," Terry thought, as she assumed the position. "Please, not this way and not here." "Max," Jameson said, "if you please." She saw Max take the tube of lubricant from Jameson and disappear from sight behind her. She felt Max's hand on the small of her back and a dab of lubricant being applied to her anus. "Oh god," she thought, "please, no." With no further warning, Max pushed his finger into Terry's rear passage. "Oh," Terry cried, "no, please don't." Max worked his finger in and out of her ass, spreading the lubricant. "Terry is ready for you sir," Max said. She felt someone kneel behind her. Max grabbed her at the waist, preventing any anticipated flight as well as keeping her at the correct angle for the imminent penetration. She felt the guest's cock at her back door. She tried to move, but Max's hold on her waist prevented it. The pressure against her anus increased. "Ah!" she cried as she felt herself beginning to stretch. "Relax, Terry," Jameson said, patting her on the head. "This is going to happen so you might as well relax and enjoy it." The pressure increased and she felt the cock begin to penetrate her well lubed ass "Oh, please," she screamed. "Please stop. It hurts." The cock up her ass stopped its assault and pulled back a little. "Thank you," she cried. The retreat stopped to be followed by a brutal thrust. Terry screamed again. "There, there, Terry," Jameson consoled, "I believe he's about half way up you." "Half way!" Terry's mind screamed, "He's ripping me in half. There is no way I can take the rest." Her guest had begun fucking into her ass, pushing a little deeper with each stroke. Terry's head hung down. Her breath came in short gasps. "That's a good girl," Jameson said. She felt one of Max's hands release its hold on her waist and travel down her belly between her legs. He found her clit and began rubbing it gently. She felt her guest's balls come to rest against her pussy as he pushed into her as far as he could. "Oh," She moaned, as the pain in her ass diminished and pleasure increased. Her guest fucking into her deep and hard combined with the stimulation Max was providing pushed her toward another orgasm. "That's enough," Jameson said. "Please pull out of her now. You may finish with your hand and feel free to cum on her bottom if you'd like." "No, please," Terry begged for an entirely different reason, feeling the guest withdraw from her. Moments later she felt warm cum landing on her bottom. She remained on all fours, head hanging down, breathing hard. "I think that's about it," Jameson said. "Max, she's ready to begin training." Max lifted Terry's head by her hair and clipped a bright red leash to her collar. "Thank Mr. Jameson for making you a hostess," Max said. "Thank you sir," Terry breathed. Jameson reached down and stroked her head like he was petting a dog. "You're welcome, Terry," he said. "Come," Max said, tugging gently on the leash. Terry crawled across the room. Everyone laughed and Terry's humiliation was complete. ------------------------------------------------------- Once outside the room, Max had Terry stand. He handed her a damp towel. "You can wipe off with this," Max said. Terry took the towel and wiped the cum from her bottom and the lubricant from the crack of her ass. "Thank you, sir." "We are going out on the floor," Max said. "Everyone will know you're a trainee because of the red thong. I'll use the leash as long as I feel you need to be controlled. Do what I say and you will learn without being punished. Don't think for a second that I won't stripe your ass. I will and I will love doing it and I will love fucking it afterwards. Now play with your nipples. Guests like to see hard nipples on our hostesses." Terry rubbed her nipples and rolled them between her thumb and forefinger. "One more thing," Max said. "Since you are a trainee, I will observe you servicing our guests. I will correct your technique. As long as you wear the leash, if your guest wants to take you to their room, you must make it clear to them that I will accompany you. Do you understand?" "Yes sir." Max led Terry through a door and into one of the biggest rooms she had ever seen. It was huge with a domed roof. There were beautiful chandeliers and fine appointments. The sound of slot machines paying off filled the air. She saw row after row of slot machines and gaming tables. There were people everywhere. Instinctively Terry covered the little patch of cloth on her thong with one hand and did her best to cover her breasts with her other arm. Max, pulled on the leash, bringing her abruptly around to face him. "Listen to me Terry," he said. "The reason you are wearing the hostess uniform is so our guests can look at your body. You will never again try to cover yourself. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," Terry said, frightened by the tone of his voice. "That is a punishable offense," Max said. "Five stripes." The color drained from Terry's face. She dropped her arms to her sides. "I'm sorry sir," she begged. "I didn't know." "You know now," Max said. "Don't let it happen again." "I won't sir," Terry said. "Thank you." "You are to display your body to our guests," Max said, "so they can decide if they want you to service them." "Yes sir." Max had introduced many girls to the floor. He could tell by looking at a guest, if and how he would want to use a hostess. Max made sure to ease a new girl into her responsibilities by first taking her to guests who would only want to feel her up. Once she became accustomed to being touched he would find a guest who wanted a blow job, preferably at a gaming table where she could hide to some extent while she serviced him. Then, a blow job out in the open and finally she would be fucked in the pussy and ass out on the casino floor. This usually took a couple days with the remainder of the week of training being used to polish her technique. Max walked Terry slowly past a row of $5 slot machines. Some of the guests looked her up and down and one turned around on his stool. Max stopped Terry and led her to face the guest. "Why are you on a leash, baby?" he asked. "I'm a trainee, sir," Terry said, not quite believing it was her speaking. "Trainee, huh," he said, reaching out and groping Terry's bare breasts. "Yes sir," Terry said, fighting the urge to pull away. She felt her nipples responding. "Turn around baby," he said. Terry complied. He cupped her bare ass cheeks and squeezed and patted them. "Spread your legs for the gentleman, Terry," Max told her. Terry complied "Let's see your pussy," the guest said. "Turn around, Terry," Max told her. "Pull your thong down and spread your legs." Terry did as she was told. The guest slid his hand between her legs, feeling her pussy and sliding a finger up inside her. He pulled it out and looked around for something to wipe it on. "Terry," Max said, "clean the gentleman's finger." Terry took the man's hand and sucked his finger into her mouth. "Thank you, sir," Terry said when she had finished. The man turned back to his slot machine. "The guest is through with you, Terry," Max said. "Pull up your thong and move along." "Yes sir," Terry said, as she did what she was told. "You did well," Max said. "Thank you sir," Terry said. Terry was groped several more times before the first real test of her willingness to accept her new life came up. They were passing a Blackjack table when a guest reached out and stopped her. He fondled Terry's breasts, and then reached for her pussy. "Your thong, Terry," Max reminded her. She slid her thong down to mid-thigh allowing the guest unobstructed access to her pussy. "Nice and wet," the guest said. "It's great that your hostesses love their jobs. I need a change of luck." He leaned back from the table and slightly to the side. "Terry will be happy to service you," Max said. "Would you mind standing for a moment. This is Terry's first time under a gaming table. I need to help get her positioned." "Not a problem," the guest said standing. Max pulled the chair back from the table. He turned to look at Terry. She had tears on her cheeks and was begging him with her eyes. Seeing not the slightest trace of compassion, she got down on all fours and backed under the table. Max knelt in front of her and showed her where to put her knees. "You will kneel," Max said, "to put your mouth at the correct level to service your guest." He leaned into the space taking Terry's face in his hands. He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. "Terry," he whispered, "listen to me." She looked up from the floor to meet his eyes. "The first time is the hardest," he whispered. "Don't think about what you're doing. Just take his cock in your mouth and work it until he comes. Do a good job and please your guest." "Yes sir," Terry whispered back. "Terry is ready for you, sir," Max said to the guest. He pushed the chair back up to the table and held it for the guest who sat and spread his legs. Terry rose to her knees and unzipped his pants and fished out his hard cock. "I have to do this," she thought. "I couldn't stand to be caned." She took his hard cock in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down she worked the man toward orgasm. "Damn," he said, putting his hand on top of Terry's head, "she's good. Almost makes losing worth while." He stiffened as he began to come. Terry sucked and swallowed until he quit spurting. Then, she licked him clean, put his flagging penis back in his pants and carefully zipped him up. Terry slid out from under the table between two chairs. "Thank you sir," she said. The guest looked at Max. "Can I have her panties for good luck?" he asked. "Of course," Max said. "Terry, take off your thong and give it to the gentleman." Terry slipped the little thong down her legs, fighting the urge to cover her naked pussy, and handed it to the guest. He went back to his card game with renewed enthusiasm. Max led Terry away from the table to a relatively secluded area. "You did very well Terry," Max said, patting her bottom. "Your guest was pleased with your performance and so am I." "Thank you sir," Terry said, tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of what she had just done. "Terry," Max said, reaching out and gently massaging her nipples, "you are a hostess for this casino. Remember, it's not a job. It's who you are. You are a hostess. You use your body to please our guests. That's what you just did, and very well I might add. Most girls need a lot of training before they can give a descent blow job." "Thank you, sir." The stimulation of her nipples was beginning to take effect. They were firm between his fingers and standing proudly out from her chest. Now he had to get her mind back on her job. "You suck cock very well. I saw you stroking him with your lips and tongue. Could you feel him respond when you began stroking him?" "Yes sir. He grew bigger and harder and I could feel the muscles in his legs were flexing." "Very good, Terry. You should always be aware of your guest. That way you can modify your technique to maximize his pleasure." "Thank you, sir." "You were, however, only taking about half his cock into your mouth. Next time, when you stroke down on a guest's cock, I want to see your lips around the root and your nose buried in his pubic hair. Remember, Terry, you are not just masturbating your guest. You could do that with your hand. You are pleasuring your guest with you mouth and that means servicing his entire cock. Do you understand? "Yes sir." "Similarly, once you get a guest's cock in your mouth, get your hands out of the way. You are giving your guest a blowjob, not a hand job. You are to service your guest with your mouth. If a guest wants you to stroke him with your hand, he will let you know. Got it? "Yes sir." "Good. Do you remember what happened just before he came?" "Yes sir. His leg muscles tightened and he pushed further into my mouth." "Good. You might not have noticed, but his abdominal muscles contracted as well. He was flexing his hips getting ready to cum. If he had been taking your pussy instead of your mouth, that's when he would have pushed fully into you." Terry was listening intently, concentrating on the technical aspects of what she had done in an effort to forget how humiliated she had been just a few minutes before. "Something else you weren't aware of," Max continued, "is that when you were under the table working his cock, he was betting big, losing and not caring in the least. When you are servicing a guest from the space under a gaming table you want to suck them with enthusiasm but keep them from coming as long as possible. Do you understand, Terry?"