The Bondage Whore, Chapter 4 SeXStoRY

The Bondage Whore, by Rachel St. Clair, All Rights Reserved. Chapter 4 - First Day on the Job Rachel barely slept that night, wondering and worrying about what exactly was going to happen on Thurday. It was terrible when she crawled into bed, realizing that she wouldn't be able to finger herself to orgasm, a nightly ritual for her. As she laid in bed, she chanted "$2,000 a week, $2,000 a week" to herself to try to keep herself upbeat, that she had made the right decision. She finally rose at around 2pm, and showered. Her bladder felt full and she could feel pressure in her intestines, normally she would go to the bathroom. Instead, she sadly looked at the clock. "No relief until 4:30", she sighed. Rachel decided there was no sense in just sitting around at the fleabag, so she decided to go tan before heading over to work. For her first day, she wanted to be looking her sexiest, so pulled out her shortest, and most revealing pair of cutoffs - "the thong" as she affectionately called them (she had several cut like that). "I hope it covers the chastity belt" Rachel prayed as she wriggled into it. "Yes!" she audibly cried as she turned in the mirror. Covers it all, can't even tell, although what was tight before was now very very tight. "I'll just have to live with that" she thought. Rachel then put on her yellow sports bra top, fine as outerwear, and started strapping on her white 6" platform heels. When Rachel arrived at the tanning salon, her friend Mary, who worked the counter, immediately noticed her shiny new metal collar. "What does it say?", Mary was eager to see it all. Rachel had no choice. "Wow!" was Mary's reaction. "Who is Stockhouse Enterprises? And why do they own you? And what does a Bondage Whore do?" Rachel spent about ten minutes telling her friend, who had known of course about Rachel's "prior" career. "Well I hope it works out for you" a bewildered Mary managed to stammer as Rachel strutted off towards bed six. And Rachel had spared her the part about the chastity belt, too. Rachel was disappointed as she entered the tanning room as she realized she would now have a very strange tan line from the belt. Up until now she had always tanned in the nude. Rachel laid down on the bed and relaxed in the heat. Her crotch was on fire from neglect, the full bladder, the full intestines, and now the heat from the bed. Rachel realized now the reason Jimmy required her to wear it. "It has me dying to get to work just so I can get it off!" As soon as she was done tanning, Rachel headed out towards 3rd street. "I suppose its OK to be a bit early on the first day", Rachel thought. The clock said 3:50pm. A few minutes later, she entered the office, and Monica greeted her. "Hmmm, eager to get started, huh? I'll bet I can guess why." Rachel blushed a bit. "Come on, I'll show you your station. Joe just arrived, he will be your foreman in charge of getting you ready." Monica led Rachel into a room off the back of the office. This room had four doors along a small hallway. Two-way windows were on every room. "People can see into the room, but not out", Monica explained. The room at the end of the hall had a name plate on it. Rachel was shocked to read it: RACHEL ST.CLAIR BONDAGE WHORE. "Yup, this is it" Monica cheerfully pronounced as she opened the door. A man was standing next to a big wooden and steel stock, adjusting something. "Hi Monica", he said. "I suppose this is Rachel?" He stepped forward and gave Rachel a big hug, and a soft kiss on her cheek. "Rachel, you are beautiful. I'm Joe. I see to it that you have a safe and uneventful evening every night." "So nice to meet you Joe." Rachel liked him already. "Joe, she needs to use the toilet before we get started. Can you undo her belt?" "Sure", and Joe produced one key and set the combination. He was fast and had it done in a moment. "Come on Rachel, to the promised land", Joe joked. He led her by the hand to a very small stall which was just behind a half of a wood wall. It afforded very minimal privacy. A chain and collar hung next to the toilet. Joe reached up and locked this sturdy collar over Rachel's ownership collar, attaching her to the wall. "Sorry girl, but it has to be this way. Let me know when you're done." Then Joe removed the bottom bar only. Rachel now knew why there were two keys. Only the bottom part was going to be coming off for bathroom breaks, Rachel sadly realized. When Rachel was done Joe came around the wall and looked at his watch. "Its only 4:10pm, still a little early. I can relock the bottom bar on you, or you get positioned into your station now. Your choice." Rachel was so happy having that plug out, she said, "I say, let's get started." "Atta girl", said Joe, as he unlocked the big collar. "Take your top off and leave it here. You won't be needing it", said Joe. He smiled when he saw Rachel rip it right off without hesitation. "Nice Rack!" was all he could manage to say about the resulting sight. Joe recovered and said, "Here, take this." He handed Rachel a cup and a pill. It was her 'no period, no pregnancy' pill. Rachel was already on these, but was quite happy to now have Jimmy financing them. She happily swallowed it down. Joe walked Rachel over to the stock and opened the top. Monica stood on the other side of it, where Rachel's head would go. The stock pointed Rachel away from the two way window. Rachel thought, "Whoever is out there looking is going to get quite a view." Monica guided Rachel's head onto the bottom half of the head hole, carefully pulling Rachel's hair through. Joe placed Rachel's wrists onto the bottom of the hand holes. They felt small to Rachel. Quickly the top of the stock descended carefully onto Rachel. The top fitted over her wrists and neck and was very snug! Then Rachel heard the distinctive sound of a big lock snapping shut. "I'm locked up and helpless" thought Rachel. A twinge of fear and excitement rushed through her. Luckily she trusted Joe. "How's that? You Okay?" Joe asked. "Yup, I'm fine." "Can you pull your hands free? Try." Rachel tried. Her hands were stuck. The holes of the stock were obviously done based on the measurements from the fitting. "No, I can't get them out. I'm stuck." "Great", Joe replied. With that he said, "Okay, spread your legs wide." He and Monica each guided a leg to the edge of the base of the stock, wider than Rachel would have liked, but she could handle it. Joe then attached some sort of a wide steel manacle to each ankle and locked it. A short chain from each manacle to the base of the stock held her legs spread like that, and Rachel could tell the chains were taut. "How's that?" Joe asked. "Okay, I guess. We'll see in a few hours." Rachel mused out loud as an answer. She was starting to get worried, and the magnitude of her situation was starting to sink in. She tried to close her legs a little, but could not. Joe then started fiddling with the remainder of the chastity belt, removing it. Rachel was now absolutely naked and locked in a secure sturdy stock. Naked except for her ownership collar and the strap-on high heels, that is. Monica said, "Well its about 4:15pm. I do believe that's a record for our earliest station setup." "Wait", said Joe. "Was she fitted for the penis gag?" "No, I don't believe she was." Monica looked at Rachel's face. "Open your mouth wide my dear." Rachel opened. Monica chuckled, "Extra Large. After all, she's been sucking cock for eight years at least." Rachel was tempted to say something, but decided against it. Joe stepped out and returned with a metal bracket device in his hand. Rachel could see it as he stepped in front of her. It was solid metal on three sides, with brackets at the end, obviously to secure it to something. In the center of the middle portion was a solid dildo made of something that she guessed was steel, with a hard plastic coating on it. It was about five inches long and easily three inches in diameter. It would be a mouthful! And Rachel didn't have to be told that it was going into her mouth. "But what about the rest of it?", she wondered. That unspoken question was quickly answered. Joe said, "Open babe", and Rachel obediently did. He slid the penis portion in her mouth. "It is a mouthful" Rachel immediately thought. Then she heard a "click", and immediately another. Those brackets snapped into some slot on the stock on each side of her face. The position was perfectly designed to f***e her to stare straight ahead. The solid penis and its size kept her from rejecting it out with her tongue. "Oh I don't like this!!" was Rachel's immediate reaction. She couldn't turn her head in either direction more than a half inch or so, when she did, out of the corner of her eyes she could only see some useless fingers fluttering. Her useless fingers! Monica laughed, "I see Rachel likes the gag! I had a feeling she would." "I'm not so sure about that." Joe interjected. "Don't worry sweetie, customers will have no trouble accessing your mouth for oral sex. Look how easy it is to remove. That is, as long as you're not wearing it." Monica stepped up to demonstrate. "See, just press this button, and voila!", she pressed a button above Rachel's head well away from her fluttering fingers and the brackets popped out of the stock and Monica pulled it away. "Mouth now available for fun!" Monica was really enjoying this. Rachel immediately blurted out, "That gag is awful! Please! Don't put it back in. Please, Monica." "Aw, poor girl. But the gag is clearly necessary. It keeps you quiet while you're patiently waiting for customers to arrive. And anyway, its specified.... ", Monica hesitated until Rachel joined in, "...in the contract!" And with that Monica said, "Open", and proceeded to relock it on poor Rachel. At that point Joe and Monica wandered off, talking about the setup for the other girls, and such. Rachel could do nothing but stand there, bent over, legs lewdly spread wide, face pinioned looking straight ahead by that terrible dildo gag, useless fingers fluttering. "So now I guess I just wait for customers", Rachel thought. No matter how she tried, she could not expell that nasty gag. Nor could she close her legs, even in the least. And she instinctively kept trying to pull her hands free, but could not. "I'm FUCKED", was the only thought that Rachel's near panicked mind could conjure up, over and over. After a while Monica showed up pushing a small table on wheels. "Rachel, this is your torture table. Your customers can use anything on it to torture you, to their hearts content. But don't worry though. They can actually only do a few things to you. Before they enter the room, they will have been briefed by Joe as to what is allowed. And don't forget, the room has video security and web cams all over to keep an eye on you. Joe will of course protect you if necessary." "Webcams?" wondered Rachel. Monica stopped the table in front of Rachel. "It will actually be behind you, for now I'm just showing you the possibilities. That way you won't know what they're up to. Its more fun that way. For them, not you." "First, there are a couple things they can do to punish your sexy ass. Here's a solid, hard wooden paddle. See?", Monica held it up into Rachel's sight, straight in front of her imprisoned face. "I'd really hate to get hit with this. Also a leather paddle which is a little less severe. And of course they can always bare hand spank you too." "For your tit torture they can use this little slapper. See?", again Monica showed Rachel. "It doesn't look that bad but it really stings. I have no doubt it'll get used a lot with your huge boobs hanging out like that! And finally, there are a whole array of clamps, dozens of them, which they can put on your nipples, tit flesh, ass flesh, and thighs." I'll let those be a surprise for you, but let me tell you one thing: This white heavy-duty laundry clamp really really hurts!" Rachel also noticed some huge dildos and a couple of buttplugs on the table as well. Monica then wheeled the table behind Rachel, out of sight, and left the room. "Shit, I've got to get out of this somehow!!" Rachel was getting desperate. This couldn't really be happening to her! She started struggling for all she was worth. Nothing budged or gave in the least. "I'm Really, Really, Really FUCKED...", thought the rookie bondage whore, with 5:00pm fast approaching. "Four years of this?... ten hours a day?" With that thought a tear started to trickle down Rachel's cheek. ... Stay tuned for Chapter 5...

The Bondage Whore, Chapter 2 SeXStoRY

The Bondage Whore, by Rachel St. Clair, All Rights Reserved. Chapter 2 - The Fitting The next day Rachel arrived at the office. It was mid-afternoon, around 3pm. Today Rachel was wearing her shortest denim miniskirt, too short to completely cover her ass, strap-on heels, and one of her favorite tops which displayed several inches of midriff. Monica greeted her, and introduced her to Phil, who would do the "fitting". "Come on into my office Rachel." said Phil as he directed her through another door. Monica followed. Phil was very business-like and proceeded to measure Rachel's neck, waist, hips, wrists, and ankles. He even measured through her crotch, front to back. Monica occasionally helped a bit, and wrote down the measurements. "Ok Rachel, go on out in the lobby and have a seat while I finish the sizings." Phil declared as they finished. Rachel stepped out back into the lobby. After about an hour, Phil reappeared and invited her back in. Monica was holding a shiny metal collar, about 1.5 inches wide. She approached and said, "Pull your hair back sweetie." Rachel did and Monica placed the collar and snapped it shut. It was very snug, and Rachel immediately thought, "I'd hate to have to wear this for long." Phil then said, "Rachel, we need you to take off your skirt and anything you might have on underneath." Rachel, after eight years on the street was hardly shy and immediately did so. She detected a slight smile from Monica as she saw she was wearing nothing underneath. Phil directed her to turn away, and then she felt something metal on her hips. As she tried to guess what was going on, she felt two separate pieces slide together into one larger one in the front "Damn these huge tits" thought Rachel, "I can't even see what he's doing." Quickly she heard two clicks as the metal now rested very very snugly on the top of her hips, just like a tight thong. But at this point there was no bottom. Rachel was confused, but not for long. Immediately she felt another metal piece coming up between her legs. "HEY! What are you doing!" Rachel blurted out as she realized a buttplug was attached to this piece! "Easy Rachel" soothed Monica. "Phil knows what he's doing. Trust him." "But that thing is huge" Rachel pleaded, "and why do I have to wear it?" Phil interjected, "Its in the contract, didn't you read it?" "Um, yes, of course, I guess I may have just missed that part." With that Phil continued. Rachel fought the urge to tense up, it wasn't easy, after a few minutes the plug was in place, and the metal bar holding it clicked into the front and back of the waist mechanisms. "That's it!" Phil happily declared. "Not so bad, huh, Rachel?" "I guess not." Rachel stammered as Phil exited to the lobby saying, "Take care and enjoy." Rachel turned to Monica. "He's leaving?" "Yeah, we're done." replied Monica. "You can go too." "But what about all this?" "All this?" "Yeah, how do I get this off?" Rachel was pawing at the collar, and could not feel any type of buckle or snap, or anything that could be used to remove it. Her hands also were tugging at the belt as well, which was terribly uncomfortable. "You don't." Rachel was aghast! An astounded "What?" was all she could manage. "You didn't read the contract did you?" Monica accused. "All this is clearly outlined in it." "Well I did, but I'm really, um, not that good at reading, you see." "Well Rachel, I'd suggest you have a friend go through it with you tonight." "Tonight? But how am I supposed to go to the bathroom with this on? And sl**p? And when can I get it off?" Rachel was in a near panic. "Ok, easy girl. Let me explain" Monica consoled. "The collar and chastity belt are to be worn for the duration of your contract. Let's see. You signed up for...." Monica paused as she checked something on the computer on the desk. "Four years." "WHAT!" Rachel wailed in despair. "Sorry, that's the deal", Monica continued. "The belt will be removed once you have arrived for work. Always be here by 4:30pm, as your shift starts at five. That will allow you a little bathroom time and cleanup before you're locked up for the shift." "Locked up? What!" Again Rachel pitifully wailed in despair. This was getting worse and worse by the minute. "Yeah in the stock. 'Bondage Whore', remember? You entertain the men that way." Monica grinned as she said that, staring right into Rachel's eyes. "For ten hours? Locked up while men.... have their way with me?" "Yup!", Monica was enjoying watching Rachel come to the terrible realization of what hell the next four years of her life would be. At this point, Rachel was almost ready to faint. She was feeling weak, and her mouth was going dry... A soft moan, "No..." was all she could manage. "Rachel, here, have a seat", Monica directed her to a chair. Rachel sat, and that brought on a new type of discomfort as the huge buttplug shifted inside her. Rachel was almost now in tears. "Monica", Rachel sniffled, "you have to help me. I can't do this. Please. And I can't wear this belt thing. I have to have this off now." "Well Rachel, I wish I could help you. But unfortunately you signed a valid contract for all this. Really, I know the other girls had a tough time when they started too, but you'll get used to it all. They did." After a while, Rachel started to calm down a bit. Monica was sitting next to her, still comforting her. In a few minutes she asked, "How do I use the bathroom when I'm at home?" Monica replied, "Well you can't actually. But at shift changes here, from 4:30 to 5pm, and 3:00 to 3:30am, you can stop by even on your days off. The shift foremen will be glad to let you out of your belt then for thirty minutes to tend to yourself. Of course you'll be chained into a stall when they do to prevent escape. One girl tried to once. Oh, and don't worry about your periods either. We give you pills twice a day and they'll be completely suppressed. No pregnancy worries either. Jimmy makes these available to all the girls free of charge". The phone rang up front, and Monica excused herself. Rachel let out a sad groan and started quietly weeping.

The Bondage Whore, Chapter 3 SeXStoRY

The Bondage Whore, by Rachel St. Clair, All Rights Reserved. Chapter 3 - Other Belated Discoveries That evening, back at the "fleabag", as Rachel referred to home, Rachel peeled off her miniskirt and approached her prized posession -- her full-length mirror. She studied the collar first and was shocked to see that there was an engraving on it, in big letters: BONDAGE WHORE RACHEL ST.CLAIR, PROPERTY OF STOCKHOUSE ENTERPRISES. It wrapped around almost the whole collar. "I walked home with that visible to the world" Rachel thought to herself, shocked. Then she studied the horrible nasty chastity belt. It was so tight and firmly pressed against her body, right above her hips. She tried to manipulate it, adjust it in some way, loosen it a bit. No luck. The front was some big metal plate that covered her privates extending down to where the bar from the back snapped into it between her legs, and on the top of the plate the two sides that extended around her torso snapped solidly into the plate. There were two sturdy key locks flat on the plate, and a ten digit combination tumbler. She noticed that the steel felt very very strong. "I wonder if I could just saw this thing off?" Rachel surmised. "I'll bet Randy could do it. He works in some union, and he's real smart." Rachel decided to make a phone call to Randy. Randy was her best customer, and one of the few men she allowed to have anal with her. She knew Randy was real smart and would be able to help her read the contract too. Plus he was real nice, and she needed someone to be with her tonight. Randy agreed to drop by. Later as Randy sat reading the contract and shaking his head, he'd occasionally pause and say, "Rachel, you're really fucked." "But can't we just cut this nasty thing off? Surely that would be pretty easy." "Well even if we could, this is a valid contract. They'd just haul you in to court and demand performance. With prostitution legal now, this contract is enf***eable. Unfortunately, there's no way I could get this thing off you. Its been crafted out of titanium-reinf***ed steel. Whoever made this knew what they were doing. If I even tried, you might get seriously injured from the equipment I'd have to use. You can forget it." "But what about the locks? Can we call a locksmith?", Rachel was getting desperate. "Like I said, they knew what they were doing. A locksmith could come up with a key that works, or in this case two keys that work, but its crafted to only allow the keys to enable the locks when the ten digit combination is correctly set. I've seen these before and the mechanisms are all embedded deep inside the titanium steel plate. There would be no way to circumvent that combination. And even a locksmith couldn't get inside that plate without causing you physical damage. Bottomline, my sweetie, .... You're FUCKED." "But what if I guess the combination? I could keep trying and trying until I get it", Rachel pleaded. "Well you'd still need two keys that work on those locks as well. Rachel, do you know math very well?" "Not really." "All the possible combinations for ten digits... Ten billion. You'd have a better chance of winning the lottery! And most likely they reprogram them every so often too. Now how about giving me a little head for old time's sake? You owe me for checking out that contract for you. And you're no longer capable of any other sex..." And with that Rachel fell to her knees to suck Randy's cock, but her mind was elsewhere... ... Stay tuned for Chapter 4...

The Bondage Whore, Chapter 1 SeXStoRY

The Bondage Whore, by Rachel St. Clair, All Rights Reserved. Chapter 1 - Job Interview It was around 4:30AM and Rachel St.Clair was beat. Walking the streets for such a small amount of money really sucked!!.. And no pun intended, Rachel wryly smiled. The streets were now deserted, no more money to be made tonight. Rachel started to head towards the seedy hotel where she barely managed a one bedroom fleabag. "I've got to find a way to make some better money", she sighed to herself. Rachel was now 24 years old, and had been walking the streets since she was 16, after an abusive sugar-daddy bought her implants, changed her name, and turned her into a whore to "pay them off". Having dropped out of school very young, and from a broken home, she had welcomed a "father-like" figure such as him. Her own Father left when she was nine. When she agreed to the surgery, he had instructed the surgeon to implant her to 52DD, way bigger than she ever would have agreed to. Luckily her body could handle it, she was 5'7" and 135, with an athletic build. For some reason tonight, Rachel was thinking back on that event which changed her life course so dramatically. Daydreaming as she was, Rachel made the turn onto 3rd street instead of her usual route on 4th, and soon passed by a store-front with a help wanted sign: Bondage Whore Wanted Top Pay, No More Street-Walking Call Jimmy, 266-3243, 2-10 pm In the past year prostitution had just been legalized, and was in fact one of the major reasons that Rachel was hurting so bad now financially. The legal houses were literally putting her out of business. "I'm going to give him a call" thought Rachel. The next afternoon around 1:30 Rachel rose, showered, and then hesitated at the phone. It was just after two o'clock. "I wonder what a Bondage Whore has to do? I'm almost afraid to find out..." thought Rachel. Finally, she dialed the number. After three rings a woman answered. "Hello, Stockhouse Enterprises." "Hi, my name is Rachel, and I'm calling in regards to your help wanted notice." "Which one?" Rachel was hesitant and really didn't want to say it, but the woman had f***ed her to. "The bondage whore" Rachel quietly replied. "Oh yes, let me get Jimmy." said the woman as Rachel heard her go on hold. In a minute or two a man picked up, "Jimmy here." "Hi, I'm Rachel St.Clair, and interested in your Bondage Whore position." Rachel's nerve had returned. "Great, do you have experience in this area?" "Well I've been walking the streets for eight years up around 1st and Riverfront." "Why don't you come on over to the office today then? I'm located at 211 3rd Street, I'll be here all afternoon." "Ok, I'll be right over." As Rachel hung up the phone, a chill went up her spine. Rachel walked over to the closet. She grabbed a pair of cutoffs from the pile, and shimmied her hips into it. It was very very short and tight, cut off much like a thong, with about half her ass visible. Rachel then picked out a sexy crop top and choker collar. Then she strapped on her favorite black patent strap-on platform heels. "Might as well try to make a good impression" thought Rachel as she headed towards the door. As Rachel headed out the door and started mincing her high-heeled steps down the street, she realized she was dressed way too risque for daytime hours. While this was her typical late night hooker "costume", in broad daylight she was creating quite a stir! This helped contribute to her excitement as she was a real exhibitionist, and loved showing off her ass and legs. The catcalls from drivers and the locals on the street were with her all the way to the storefront on 3rd street. The door was unlocked and Rachel stepped in. A woman seated at a desk smiled and said, "Hi, you must be Rachel!" "Yes, I'm here to see Jimmy." "Great. I'll let him know you're here." The woman dialed a number and announced, "Rachel's here." Quickly she set the phone down and said, "Go on in the back, he'll see you." as she pointed towards a door. Rachel strutted past the woman to the door. At the door, Rachel's nerve started to disappear. She hesitated and asked, "Do I just go in? Or knock?" "Go on in. Jimmy doesn't bite." the woman laughed. Rachel opened the door. It was a big room, to the right was a desk. The man sitting there was on the phone, but grandly waved Rachel to come. Rachel ambled over, trying to look sexy and self-assured. The man ended his conversation, stood up, took Rachel's hand and said, "Great to meet you sweetheart, I'm Jimmy. Do me a favor love, turn around, let me look you over." Rachel turned as sexy as she could so the man could view her backside. "Very nice" the man said. "Ok, have a seat honey." Rachel sat in the one chair opposite his desk. Jimmy immediately became business-like and said, "I pay $50/hour and demand a ten hour shift, four nights a week to start, from 5pm until 3am. You get a stable income whether there are customers or not, and I take all the business risk. No more streetwalking. I set you up in a room here, and screen all customers. Problem customers don't get past me, and I have video security cameras in every room. You'll be able to work in peace and concentrate on what you do best. Sound good?" Rachel replied, "Sure does! When can I start?" This was almost too good to be true! "Excellent. But first, you need to read this contract. All my girls work under contract. It outlines everything in detail. Here". Jimmy handed Rachel a thick document. Rachel took it and tried to look intelligently at it. Rachel had dropped out of school in the 7th grade, and while able to read, had a very limited vocabulary and poor reading comprehension. But she didn't want Jimmy to know that. "What if he won't want to hire me then?" worried Rachel. Jimmy pointed to a chair against the wall. "If you'd like, you can bring it home with you and read it at your leisure, or go on over there and read it. Whatever you like." Rachel was so excited about the job, and knew she she wouldn't be able to make much sense of the contract even if she took it home. Besides, if she hesitated, she might lose the job. She said, "I'll read it here." Rachel sat on the chair and started paging through the document. It was very confusing and seemed to say the same things over and over. She saw the part that mentioned the hours that Jimmy said and was momentarily proud of herself. She noticed mention of a "stock" quite often, and also "chastity belt", but wasn't sure what those meant, how they were relevant. She also saw words like "bondage", and others that she knew quite well such as "oral sex", "anal sex", and one which confused her a little, "vaginal sex", although she guessed what that must mean. Rachel had no problem with any of that, as at times she allowed some customers to tie her up in the past, and a few good customers were allowed anal a few times. After a while Rachel's attention started to drift and she finished paging through it, barely even seeing the final ten pages or so. She walked back over to Jimmy and announced, "I read it. When can I start?" Jimmy said, "Ok, then all you have to do is sign here on this line". "Monica, come over and witness!" Jimmy folded it to the last page and handed Rachel a pen. Rachel signed on the line as an odd tingle raced up her spine. Jimmy then signed on the line next to hers, and then Monica signed as witness. He stood up and said, "Welcome Rachel. I can't wait to start working with you. Drop by tomorrow anytime in the afternoon and we'll do the fitting. Then you can start the next night. That'd be Thursday." They shook hands, and Jimmy said, "Wait here until Monica makes a copy of the contract for you." As Rachel headed back to the fleabag room clutching the contract, she fantasized about living in a much better apartment, vacations to caribbean islands, barely noticing the ever-present catcalls from the men. Her fantasies were only briefly interrupted by pieces of conversation with Jimmy, and for some odd reason his phrase "we'll do the fitting" started to concern her. ... Stay tuned for Chapter 2...