Copyright 2021 by Kat Thomas
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“I need a job,” Serafina stated as she sat down with her best friend and roommate Mandy at the booth in the coffee shop.
“How Serious are you about getting one?” Mandy asked.
“Serious,” Sera said as she looked at her friend, who always seemed to have money though she didn’t have a job per se. Sera thought she was being paid under the table for babysitting or dog sitting. “I am broke.”
“Well, I know of a wonderful part-time job.” Mandy smiled, “but I am not sure if you can handle it.”
“Well, I can. I don’t care what it is.” Sera said, “I need to get some money.”
“Well, you are in luck. There is kind of like a job fair tonight at this address,” Mandy said as she texted Sera the address. “Just show up and be wearing something fancy.”
“Do I need to bring my resume?” Sera asked.
“Not for this type of job.” Mandy chuckled.
“What kind of job is it?” Sera asked.
“A little companionship.” Mandy said. “Nothing too much, and you can set your salary.”
“What do you mean by that?” Sera asked.
“You will find out,” Mandy said as she giggled. “Trust me, Sera, it is fine. Show up before seven, though, or all the good positions will be filled up.”
“Why do I have the feeling there is a lot you are not telling me?” Sera asked as she looked at her friend.
“There is a learning curve, but you will be fine.” Mandy said, “Just have an open mind.”
“Have an open mind?” Sera asked as Mandy went off to her ‘job’ and she said she would meet up at the address later.
Sera went back to her apartment and looked at the time. She had enough to take a shower and do her hair up nicely. She looked in her closet. Something fancy? She thought to herself. She donned a black formal dress and thought that might be too much. She looked at herself and really began to wonder what her friend was up to.
Sera got in the cab and went to the address, which was at one of the local hotels. It seemed they rented an entire floor that was closed off. Mandy had texted her that and the code word that would allow her to pass the guards. As she went up the elevator, and the guard met her as the door opened, she smiled and looked at him, “This floor is closed.”
“Buttercup,” Sera said, and the man looked at her and nodded. She was allowed off the elevator, and the man looked at her up and down again.
“Go straight to the end and take a right.” The guard said, “The conference room is there.”
“Thank you,” Sera said as she smiled and started down the hallway. As she got closer to the conference rooms, she noticed that the sounds coming from the rooms that lined the hallway were definitely more of an adult nature. It seemed the closer she got to the conference room, the louder the sounds were. The moaning both from men and women in the rooms sounded like a bad porn movie was being filmed, she thought to herself as she continued. Though she was trying to stay calm, the sounds all around her were beginning to turn her on in a way she didn’t think was possible. She was starting to feel her panties getting wetter as she moved.
As Sera rounded the corner, she was trying to hold her composer as she moved through the lounge and then into the room itself. It was as large as a ballroom, she thought as she looked around. She remembered Mandy’s last instruction. Let them come to you. Sera really began to wonder what she had walked into as she looked around, and the men looked like they were hunting for something. All the women were looking like they were coming out of a catwalk for a fashion show. There was no way she could compete with some of them in looks. As she moved through the room, there was a small bar off to the side, and she headed there.
“Whiskey sour.” She said, and the bartender nodded and gave her the drink as she sat down and started to sip. She was hoping the whiskey would dull her senses some to the fact she was still really turned on from the walk down the main hallway. She knew she would have to go home and use her vibrator. She was beyond the point of her hand or just crushing it will the will of her mind. She sat there, and she started to feel the whiskey doing what she wanted to do. She looked up and saw some to the women against the walls on their knees while the men faced them.
“Are they?” She said out loud to herself.
“Well, Well, Well, what do we have here?” A man asked from behind her. She turned to glance at him, “A little mouse for me to play with, I think.”
“Hello,” Sera said. She looked at him as he stood there with a drink in his hand.
“May I join you?” he asked as he went to pull out a chair.
“Yes,” Sera said, and he smiled as he sat.
“Now, what is a good girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked as he leaned over slightly.
“I think my friend sent me to the wrong place.” She said with a smile.
“Oh, really?” he asked.
“Yeah, we were talking about jobs, and she said she knew of an easy job, and this was the place.” Sera said, “Somehow, I think she was wrong.”
“She wasn’t little mouse.” He said with a chuckle, “For a tiny thing like you, this could be the best job of your life.”
“What do you mean?” Sera asked.
“You don’t know what this is, do you?” he asked.
“Not a clue,” Sera replied as she turned around and saw what her brain had tried to overlook. “Is this a brothel?”
“No, my dear, nothing of the sort.” He said as his voice softened.
“But they are giving those guys blow jobs right there in the open,” Sera said, almost confused.
“Did you not hear the things going on in the hallway?” he chuckled as he asked her.
“I heard,” Sera said.
“Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly.
“An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around.
“To find the perfect baby.” He said.
“What?” She asked as she met his eyes.
“Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.”
“A sugar baby?” She asked.
“Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.
“Nothing,” Sera said.
“This is a way to find a woman who is willing to give some attention to us. We are all in a position that we don’t like to go out and try to find someone to be our companion.” He said, “For your time we give you, the woman, a generous allowance.”
“So, a whore?” she asked.
“No. the relationship itself does not ever have to become sexual. That only happens if both parties want that, and it does come with slightly more of an allowance.” He said.
“So, it is like a job,” Sera said.
“Sort of.” He laughed as he looked at her. “Though it can be a pleasurable one.”
“What is someone like you doing here. You couldn’t possibly be needing help finding a woman to spend time with you?” she asked as she looked at him.
“Flattery, my dear, will get you everywhere here.” He said as he reached out and touched her face. “However though I have never actually looked over the field for one of the women vying for the position of baby for most of these men, I do like to see what some of the others do get themselves into.”
“Meaning?” She asked.
“To see if someone does something, I can use against them in business.” He chuckled. “Now on to what you are doing here. It is only going to get more intense as the night goes on if you wish to remain alone and jobless. Your pretty eyes are going to see things that you probably never imagined. Now companionship is really your choice.”
“More than this?” she asked as her eyes widened.
“Much more. You see, before a contract is signed, most men like to sample the goods. They have no qualms about who sees them or their baby doing whatever. Basically, this will become one giant orgy.” He replied. “If you do not want to take part in that, maybe you should leave. Some of these guys won’t hear you if you protest when it begins.”
“Are you?” she asked.
“I wasn’t planning too.” He said.
“Maybe I should.” She said as she was drowning in his golden eyes.
“Or you could stay.” He said softly, “With me.”
“What are you saying?” she asked softly back.
“Well, I think after years of looking through the market, I have finally found what I was looking for.” He said. “And didn’t even know it.”
“And that is?” she asked.
“You.” He said. He ran his finger down her cheek, and she knew she was flushing. The more he talked or, the more he touched her, she was losing all of her senses and her defenses. “Now, the question is, do you want to be someone’s baby, my dear.”
“I don’t know.” She said. “What would I have to do?”
“Pay attention to them.” He said. “Dinners out sometimes, vacations, time together in private.”
“Does mean no sex?” she asked, and he chuckled.
“That could happen if you wish.” He said.
“Is that a yes or no?” she asked.
“It is whatever you wish, my dear. You hold all the power. If you want the relationship to have that particular element, it will. If you decide you don’t, there won’t be.” He said.
“I hold all the power?” she asked.
“All women hold the power over men. You show us your tits and then let us know when and if we can touch, you have the power to make us do things to your body that you want, the power you all have just by the idea of getting some pussy is almost unbelievable. Then if you throw in the fact you can control our cocks with just a simple smile and a promise of your mouth on them is enough to get us to walk through fire.” He said as his hand drifted lower down to the top of her dress. “Now, the question is, do you want to be taken care of, baby?”
“I think I do.” She said as she thought his voice was beginning to sound hypnotic.
“That’s good, baby.” He said. “Now, do you want to have a full relationship or just something more plain and slightly boring?”
“Full.” She said, “As long as we ease into that.”
“Good. Now I would like to see what is mine.” He said as he pulled on her dress down a little bit. “Tonight, is the night for me to see and touch.”
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