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When the sound of my alarm ringing hit my ears, I groaned heavily. Yesterday had been a particularly long day. I had two clients in one day, which was something I normally did not do, but one of my regulars was getting ready to go out of town on a business trip, so I squeezed him in, and it wore me out. I turned my alarm off and laid there, rubbing my eyes and groaning. Surely it wasn’t really time to get up yet. I looked over at the clock on the wall and sighed, realizing it was indeed time to peel myself out of my cocoon and get going. I almost stumbled into my bathroom and hissed as the hot water hit my skin. Leaving marks was one thing I didn’t allow my clients to do, but somehow last night, Johnny must have pulled on the ropes a little more than usual, or possibly tied them a little tighter. Thankfully they were very pale, and probably only noticeable to me, but still stung. I let the shower wash the soreness and exhaustion away before making myself a chai latte to go and grabbing my duffel bag. My agent Minzy had asked me to come in earlier than usual because she said she had something very important she wanted to discuss with me. I swear, if this was another attempt at getting me to bring clients upstairs to fuck them, I was going to flip my shit on her. I slipped my earbuds in my ears and listened to some upbeat music on the bus ride over, trying to get myself in the mental state I needed to be in for my shift. Thankfully this evening was going to be fairly easy compared to last night’s events. After getting off at my stop, I walked down the sidewalk, the beat of the music driving my feet forward in a more determined fashion. It was amazing the affect some good music could have on my attitude and confidence in myself.
“Evening Violet.” Sehun, one of the bouncers at the door greeted as he opened the door for me.
“Evening Hunnie. Did you get the package Diamond left for you last night?” I asked, starting to walk backwards through the door.
“Yeah, I got it. She is...something else.” he said, shaking his head.
“Not exactly subtle, is she?” I laughed, as he shook his head, letting the door close. Violet was my stage name, and very few of the others knew my actual name since I didn’t really speak to many of them outside of work. Purple was my signature color, it was in all of my uniforms in some way or another, or it was in all of my gear. I used to wear violet-colored contacts, and still do occasionally, but I believe now it was more because I had been dying my hair a deep purple color. There was always a reason for people to associate my name with that color, so it was easy to remember. Whatever helped clients remember my name, which was always a good thing in this business instead of “that girl that tied me up”. I sighed as I passed by the dressing rooms and to the end of the hallway, knocking on Minzy’s door.
“Come in.” her voice called from the other side. As I opened it, she shuffled through stacks of papers, smiling at me over her desk.
“Evening.” I said, dumping my duffel onto the floor and sitting in the chair in front of her desk, crossing my legs.
“Ah Violet, just who I wanted to see. You look a little tired, not stretching yourself too thin, are you?” she asked as she turned her head to look at me, her short, angled bob hair cut moving with every motion of her head.
“Nah, I’m fine. Johnny is going to Japan for work and won’t be back for a few weeks so it will free up some more time anyway. I just knew if I didn’t give in to him last night then he would have been extra difficult when he got back, and God knows that is the last thing I wanted to deal with.” I said, pulling my vape out of the side pocket of my duffel as Minzy lit a cigarette.
“I can understand that completely. I mean...are those rope marks on your wrists?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she took a puff.
“Yeah, he got a little rough last night, nothing I couldn’t handle but I think he just enjoyed himself too much.” I chuckled, taking a deep inhale, letting the grape flavored vapor invade my body before I let it out in a cloud above our heads.
“Violet, the reason I called you in here, is because something happened across my desk that I think would be stupid for you not to consider.” she started out. I looked at her skeptically as she gathered together a rather large stack of papers and straightened them out before clearing her throat.
“Why would I be stupid not to consider whatever you are about to tell me?” I asked, immediately believing my suspicions were correct.
“This is an amazing opportunity that would make you more money than you make in a year and that is with the cut that the agency would take.” she said, folding her hands and placing them on top of the papers.
“And let me guess...I would have to fuck to make that money, wouldn’t I?” I asked, sighing.
“In short, yes, but it is a lot more complex and complicated than that. Before you would even sign, the man said that he would want whatever girl I chose to look over it, and then arrange a meeting. If you felt comfortable, then you would sign it and it would commence immediately. If you went to this meeting and didn’t like what you saw or heard, then you could back out and we would find someone else to do it. But Violet, this is a lot of money.” she said before taking another draw of her cigarette.
“You know I don’t fuck clients. Yes, I will do hand jobs, but that is about as far as I will let it go. I am not a call girl for good reason. It’s dangerous and you know it. So why on earth are you proposing this contract to me instead of one of the other girls who spreads her legs every night for anyone who walks in the door?” I asked, feeling a little irritated that she was so blatantly disregarding something that I had told her time and time again.
“Because, you and I have been working together for many years. You are my most experienced girl, and you know what you are doing. Despite the fact that you don’t fuck clients, you are my most requested mistress and submissive! The other girls just lay on their back and open their legs. What you do is a fucking art, and that is what this contract calls for, an artist. I mean you studied Shibari for Christ’s sake. So don’t answer me just yet. Read it over, because it is a lot of material and a lot to consider. Once you have read it in full, if it is something you would consider, then I will arrange a meeting with the client. And I know this goes without saying, but until the contract is signed, names will not be revealed because this contract is for multiple individuals in the public light.” she said as my eyes opened and I began coughing out my vape cloud.
“Wait, multiple people?” I asked wondering what in the hell she was actually asking of me.
“Yes, multiple. One is a CEO of a large company, one is a popular Youtuber, one is a fashion model, one is a singer, one is a music producer...” she trailed off.
“Fucking hell, how many are there?” I asked, grabbing the huge stack of papers from her.
“Seven in total.” she replied as I swear, I felt my eyeballs bug out of my head.
“Seven?! Jesus Christ.” I replied, staring in a bit of shock at the weight of the papers in my hand.
“Yes, so there will be a little bit of information about each individual but nothing to give away who they might actually be. Read through everything, let me know what you think and if you want to arrange a meeting, I will set one up. I told him that I would get to him within a few days so please try not to take too long, ok?” she asked as I grabbed my duffel and placed all the papers inside.
“Yeah, I have off tomorrow so I’ll read through it after I get off tonight.” I replied, zipping it back shut.
“Good. I’ve got your back Violet, you know that.” she responded as I stood up, grabbing my bag and nodding at her.
“I know you do. I’ll look over it and let you know. Thanks, Minzy.” I said as I turned and opened the door, walking out and shutting it behind me. I felt a bit like a zombie and was a little in my head as I walked to the dressing room and started to dress for the evening. As I did my makeup and fixed my hair, I continued to stare at myself in the mirror and wonder if this would be something I would be really capable of doing. Hell, it didn’t really have anything to do with me feeling like a bad person for doing sexual things for money. I mean, I tied up men and edged them and had them begging me to let them cum for money, so this wasn’t all that much different. I shook the thought from my head and finished getting ready before going out for my shift. Tonight, I was reserved to waitress and give a few lap dances to a meeting of wealthy businessmen. It wasn’t the worst evening but having a bunch of older businessmen grope you while you either refill their drinks or them have you sit on their lap while they discuss business so they could feel you up was no ideal in any sense. By the end of the night, I was tired of being touched, pinched and grabbed to where I was truly and utterly exhausted. As I changed back into my regular clothes before I headed home, I looked at the stack of papers staring back at me in my duffel back and the idea seemed so tempting now more than ever.
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(A/N: When I am warning you guys that this book is going to be full of smut, I mean this book is going to be SO full of smut. There will be scenes that some of you may not like, some of you may not be comfortable with, some are going to be more intense than others, and there is going to be a ton of it, so if it gets too much, then just kindly leave this fanfic be. Also if you don’t know what Shibari is, it is an artistic way of tying rope to put it simply. If you want more info, you can google it.)
