This series involves reluctance, BDSM, lesbian, and group sex. The series will focus mostly on the story sometimes with little sex. If you are not a fan of these types of stories please do not read any further. It is based on no person or actual place, all names or places are not real and coincidental if they resemble anyone or place.
The first chapter I wrote after I started this as a lead in to the series to try and confuse the true intent as to how Emily came to work at Johns Place. The remainder of the series will be written in the first person and as a flashback, unless I break my own rules and include a flashback in the flashback, or a flashback in a flashback in a flashback. Enjoy.
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There I was, standing on the dusty road, the wind biting at my chapped lips the sun was just coming over the horizon and here I was in the middle of nowhere about to do something I never thought I would do. My black hair was a mess, there was no way I would get hired looking like this. I pulled out my compact and did what I could with my face, it was the one of the only things I had left along with a ten dollar bill wrapped around my license. I was dirty and exhausted, and haven't slept in a couple days.
I had heard about the opening from some trucker at the rest stop a few miles away where my car had been. I acted like I didn't hear his comment to me after he caught me eavesdropping on him, 'that pretty face would look good with my dick in it.' He said as I turned away and blushed. He was pretty cute but I could smell his sweat from here and those armpit stains, ewwwww.
I was sleeping in my car up until yesterday, making money by telling tourists driving through the area that my purse had just been stolen and I had nothing, they would usually just let me use their cell phone, I called my mom's number and acted like she answered, they would give me some cash to hold me over until I got home, but it was just onto another rest stop for the night and the same routine.
My once brilliant green eyes stared back at me in the mirror all red from the dust and the long walk. I was lucky to have been wearing my sneakers when my car was stolen when I was in the restroom. Everything was inside it, my keys seemed completely pointless now as my fingers touched them in my pocket. Who would want a junker car anyways?
I was hungry, nothing like losing weight when you eat one meal a day. I really didn't need to lose much, I was about 130 when I started out living day to day like this two years ago, and was probably down to 90 to 100. I could barely make it the couple miles from the rest stop to here. It hadn't been easy but I was going in and it was my only option.
The door was locked, I didn't know what to expect at 7 in the morning, it had been light for only an hour, but there were several cars in the lot. I noticed a doorbell and rang it. Still nothing. I had just about turned around to leave when someone opened the door a crack.
"What do you want" a deep voice said from the darkness within.
"Um," I managed to stammer, "my name is Emily I called a few hours ago." My voice sounded so week and timid, I tried not to look at the opening in the door.
The door slowly opened and I stepped inside there was a bar with a couple tables and a few lounge chairs. A short blonde was behind the counter to the bar with large breasts that were concealed, if you want to call it that, by a small bikini top. She glanced in my direction and then paid me little attention.
The man that let me in told me to go to the door next to the bar and knock on it. He eyed me from head to toe like I was on display for him as I walked by. The interior of the building was dark and after being in the sunlight of the desert I could barely make out anything inside. As I reached the door I knocked gently on it and waited for a reply.
"who is it?" I heard a male voice from behind the door answer, "what the fuck do you want?" I was startled by the bluntness and the hostility in the voice.
The door opened abruptly and I jumped a little and took a small step back. The man before me was around 5'8" tall, balding, and rather husky around the edges... ok, so he was fat, hadn't shaved in a couple days and smelled like 3 cartons of cigarettes. "who the fuck are you!" He demanded of me.
"Em-Emily... I called you.... Last night.... about a job"
"Yes, come in." I could see the look in his eyes, the kind of look that I've gotten since I was 14 from dirty old men just like him. I followed him into a small office and sat in the chair opposite the desk. He closed another door that lead out of the office into what looked like another small room. I catched a glimpse of what looked like security monitors. "So tell me why should I hire you? You look like shit?"
I noticed him glancing at my legs and up to my breasts. I decided to use my 36C to my advantage. I leaned forward and let him get a good look down my top, "please, I am desperate, my car was stolen and I need a really good job, I'm desperate." I was pouting to what looked like no avail. I sat back in my chair and dropped my head. I could feel his eyes burning into me, I decided to show off a little more and spread my legs apart a bit, my skirt riding up, just shy of revealing my black thong. I knew I hadn't had a change in clothes in a couple days, just walked 2 plus miles, and could feel the dirt from the desert in every pour of my body.
