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GREED
Book 1 of the Million Dollar Chronicles
By
Sir Thomas
I remember that Gecko character in that movie saying, "Greedis good." Since seeing that film I've discovered greed has its consequencesand pitfalls as well. Certainly money is a good reason to do almost anythingbeyond the bounds of common sense. But there are other reasons to push thelimits of reality as well. This is my story.
Chapter 1
Introductions
Casey:
I had arrived in New York likeso many other model-wannabes hoping for instant success and instant riches.I thought I had the figure and the face but I was just under six feet talland they all wanted more height. By my estimate I was four inches too short.Not that I didn't keep trying. I must have sent photos to twenty differentagencies. I simply kept getting letters saying 'Thanks but no thanks'. I thoughtthe long blonde hair and the pert breasts would get me in but it wasn't tobe. I tried for months but after a thousand dollars worth of professional photosand countless nights working at every fast food restaurant and two-bit dinerI could get work at just to survive in the Big Apple, I was beginning to getdesperate. I just didn't have the luck that I thought I would. That was untilI applied at Jupiter Collectables.
Jupiter Collectables was involvedin antique jewelry. They had been in business for roughly twenty years fromwhat I could gather. No, I didn't find work as a model immediately. But I discoveredshortly after starting work there that they were their own advertiser. Theyused their own employees as models. Each week we all participated in modelingthe new pieces that would arrive. We were given a one hundred dollar bonusfor each shoot. Finally I started making a little extra cash.
As months went by the other helpfound better jobs and left me with more hours, more responsibility, and morework of course. Eventually I was the only person other than the manager, FredCoupling, that was left to attend to our clients. Out of necessity more thandesire, I learned more and more about the business. Mr. Coupling apparentlywas impressed.
It was early summer of the year2008 when I finally got to see the owner. Paul Simmons had flown into New Yorkfrom his ranch in Nevada. He was younger than I imagined, perhaps in his earlythirties. He was just over six feet tall and sported a thin mustache. I guessedhe was either Latin or Italian, probably a little of each.
His wife and two beautiful femaleassistants accompanied him. I took notice immediately of the female assistants.They both were dressed identically. Both were made up exactly alike includingthe same shade of eye shadow, lipstick and rouge. They both wore their hairin ponytails held in place with identical gold bands. Their blouses were thesame shade of beige and they were long sleeved, which seemed strange for thistime of year. Their pants were the same black leather cut and their shoes werethe same five-inch spiked stilettos.
They also wore a black cloth bandround their throats. In the center of the bands were bright singular buttons.One wore gold. The other wore silver. It seemed out of place, even with theseunusual outfits.
They both hung onto identicalblack leather purses. The purses were quite large which hung off their leftshoulders. They never seemed to move their left hands from them, as if theywere afraid someone might steal them. And they kept their right hands insidetheir pants pockets.
The most amazing thing about themthough was that they remained absolutely silent. They didn't even part theirlips but a handful of times as if their mouths were full.
The wife, her name was Marie,led the women away after the quick introductions. Still they only nodded. Strange!
The owner, Paul Simmons, talkedwith the manager for a moment then introduced the help, me! I was the onlyemployee left, of course. Mr. Couplings gave me high praise and it seemed thatMr. Simmons was quite impressed. I couldn't say much.
I was left to tend to the phonesand the counter while the bigwigs discussed whatever they tended to discuss.They sat at a table in the back of the room. Mr. Simmons constantly lookedup at me in quick glances. When our eyes met I couldn't say anything of course.I just smiled. He smiled back.
I overheard him say somethinglike, "I'll talk it over with Marie," before he headed upstairs. It made mecurious.
*
"What do you think," Paul asked.
"I like what I see. You thinkshe'll bite?"
"Probably, but I have my doubts.I don't think she'll go the whole nine yards. Maybe though. A million bucksis a lot of scratch."
"It buys a lot of privilege though.If she accepts, she'll be well aware of what we expect before she signs thecontract."
"I've been through this before,Love."
Paul glanced up at the two silentservants. "Yes, I know you have."
"You know, Fred's going to bepissed. We've used up all his other help. Shame they weren't up to it. I hopethis one stays a lot longer."
"That's just the luck of the draw.Our friend back home seems to like the stock from here more than our othersites. I'm sure it's a burden for Fred but it's going to be a few weeks beforeshe has to leave. He has at least a month. If necessary we might be able tomove a couple girls from the Philly office. The initial fitting takes two weeksto set up and the first outfits won't arrive for another month beyond that."
Marie nodded.
"That gives him six weeks to finda replacement. Fred should be fine. There are plenty of people in New Yorklooking for a job. He won't have any problems. Maybe he'll find another candidate.Anyway, our friend will be here any moment. Why don't you take the gags outand I'll go get her."
*
When I entered the guest roomI found Mrs. Simmons reclining on the loveseat while the two girls were seatedin single chairs, sipping water. The girls had finally put down their bagsand seemed to act more at ease. They both smiled as I entered.
Mr. Simmons sat next to his wife. "You'reprobably wondering if there's something wrong. Relax. There isn't. From whatwe've heard you've done a wonderful job here. We're quite impressed actuallywith your photos and we're well aware of your modeling interests. We have aproposition for you, a proposition that could make you a tremendous amountof money if you're interested."
My eyes immediately lit up. Bigmoney? Finally I was going to get that modeling job! But it wasn't to be foras soon as the wife opened her mouth I knew there was something that was goingto drive this conversation onto a totally different track. How different itwould be I had no idea!
"Casey, tell me something. Didyou find anything strange about our two servants when they arrived?" she asked.
"Well, yes, of course. They bothare dressed alike. It's almost like they were trying to act like twins. Butit's obvious they're not."
"Well that's kind of obvious.Anything else that seemed strange?"
"Well, when I first saw them theydidn't say a word. I also thought the bags were a bit large."
"What about their hands?"
"Now that was unusual. I couldn'tunderstand why they kept their right hands in their pockets. I could see themresting their left hand on their purses. I mean it looks all sort of naturalat first glance but when you stare at it…"
"We were bound and gagged," thegirl on the right interjected. She seemed to mention this fact in a mannerlacking any sort of excitement. It caught me off guard.
"Excuse me?"
"The gold bracelets we're wearingare handcuffs. See?" the girl on the left noted as she held up her wrists.
"And the gag is made from a leatherplug that's bolted to our tongues," the other girl said as she held up an ovalshaped piece of leather.
I looked at both like they werevisiting aliens. "And why on God's sweet green earth would you do this? Areyou nuts?"
"Of course their not nuts," Paulstated resoundingly. "They're just doing what we pay them for. Sandra is aboutto cash in on her third million. Even after taxes she'll have close to twomillion in the bank. Joanne, that's the one on my left, doesn't get paid asmuch since she's agreed to an easier schedule. But she's been with me for sevenyears now."
"Are you saying their sex slaves?"
"Sandra's a sex slave. Joanne'sa bondage slave. She doesn't do sex."
Then it finally hit me. The reasonfor this little meeting was evident in their faces. "You're offering me a jobdoing this? That's how I'm supposed to make all this money?"
"Does the sex part bother you?" Marieasked.
"It all bothers me! I'm not awhore!"
"I'm not saying you are," Mariesaid.
I stared at them a moment, stewingin my own angry fumes. Damn, I had all these dreams. I was going to be a model.I was going to be making a million bucks a session. I never figured on gettinginvolved with a bunch of perverts.
Then I thought about the bait.A million bucks is a lot of money. I wondered what I'd be expected to do. Ithad to be horrible. That's what I thought until I looked at the two girls.I had to ask myself why they weren't running out the door. I knew there wasnobody to stop them. It wasn't too hard for them obviously. The girl on theSimmons' right wasn't making nearly as much money and she wasn't running. Iknew I'd regret it but I had to ask the questions. There was too much moneyinvolved.
"You said a million bucks. Howhard is it to make that kind of money?"
"Very hard," Marie noted.
"OK, tell me the details. I promiseto remain calm."
It was Marie who gave the explanation. "Wehave two levels of service, bondage slave and sex slave. Sex slaves are bondageslaves that do sex."
"I figured that much out. Whatelse?"
"Bondage slaves work five consecutivedays during the week. We have flextime if you like. From Saturday till Fridaythere has to be five days worked in a row. The bondage slave selects whichones they want to work. They usually take the weekends off. Our bondage involvesall sorts of gear; gags, harnesses, leather, pvc, vinyl, heels, boots, chains,rope. As long as it's safe, we do it. Bondage slaves also must allow for dildosand enemas, not exactly something we enjoy discussing at length you understand.We keep everything sanitary though. We're very careful about that."
"How much does a bondage slaveearn?"
"A bondage slave earns $100,000for a year's work. Five thousand is paid after the first month and the remainderis paid upon completion of the contract."
"And to earn a million a year,I suppose I would have to let you have sex with me?"
"Yes, but a million dollars buysmuch more. For that million, sex slaves work 24-7. They get no time off andthey are treated much more harshly. Sex slaves have sex on command, all ofit oral sex. We will determine who you have sex with and you will not refuse.If you do, you'll be fined severely. If you refuse often enough, you'll befired. You'll be expected to have sex with both my husband and me, on command!"
"I'm not a Lesbian."
"For a million bucks, you'll haveto learn."
"You ask a lot," I said. But myeyes betrayed me."
"We pay a lot and we expect ourmoney's worth. If this is too much for you, I'll stop wasting our time. ShouldI stop?"
I thought for a moment. "No," Icroaked. My mouth seemed so dry suddenly. A smile appeared on Paul's face first.Then I noticed they were all smiling. They realized I was hooked. They realizedit before I did.
"I suppose I should continue then…"
She went into a lot of details,far more than I expected and far racier than I thought my ears would take.But I sat there stoically knowing that I would be a million dollars richerin a year's time. It was an offer I couldn't refuse. Greed is such an uglything!
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