Domination Inc. (19 page)

‘So, tell me about yourself,' he said. ‘What makes you want to do this type of work?'

‘Well, I came over to England intending to look up some family members, but it's a pretty expensive country to travel round and I wanted to get some money together first. I figured this was a more lucrative and enjoyable option than waiting tables.'

‘I'm glad you said enjoyable,' Joe replied. ‘We get a lot of girls wanting to work for us who think they're going to earn easy money. What they don't realise is that you have to really want to offer this kind of service, and that to be a good escort you need to be a pretty accomplished actress.'

‘Oh, I have no problem with that,' Devon said, with a strange smile that Joe could not fathom.

‘Good. That's excellent.' Joe was beginning to respond to his would-be employee on a physical level, and hurried on, aware that he had to take Devon on because she was suitable for the agency, and not simply because he fancied her. ‘Can you tell me a bit about your fantasies, and what turns you on? I mean, you said on the phone that you were submissive...'

‘That's right. I like to be spanked, and I particularly love it when there's someone watching. If I've been bad, I like to have the fact emphasised. I want to be really humiliated and put in my place, particularly if it's being done in front of strangers. And I have fantasies about being mauled by construction workers with dirty hands who are going to treat me like a piece of meat.'

‘What about women?' Joe asked, his cock swelling in his pants at the images Devon's words were painting in his mind. ‘You appreciate they make up the overwhelming bulk of the clients we deal with?'

‘The type I'm looking forward to escorting are the ones who feel that paying for their pleasures is sordid, so they're going to treat me like I'm no better than I should be. The older and uglier they are the better, because they're going to resent me for being younger and prettier than them, and reminding them of what they don't have any more. Oh, I know it sounds cruel, but it's the sort of attitude they're going to want to beat out of me, isn't it?'

Joe scribbled some hasty notes for the file the agency kept on all their staff, hoping that Devon's talents did not include the ability to read his small, spiky handwriting upside down. ‘You sound like you're going to fit in here well,' he told her, ‘but there's just the small matter of the audition, as we discussed over the phone.'

Devon shrugged. ‘Fine by me—'

She was about to add something further when the phone rang. ‘If you'll just excuse me,' Joe said, and reached for the receiver. ‘Hello, Domination Inc. How can we help you?'

 

Nina went to stand by the window, ostensibly so as not to eavesdrop on Joe's conversation, but in actuality so that he would not see the gleeful expression on her face. This whole interview was going better than she could ever have hoped. From the moment she had made the call to the agency, there was no indication that anyone believed her to be other than who she claimed to be – Devon Rylance, born and bred in Oakland, California. The pseudonym she had chosen for herself was suitably exotic for escort work; Rylance was her mother's maiden name, and Devon was her original place of birth, having lived in Exeter until she was twelve years old. And then her mother had come to London, met Howard Angell, and everything had turned upside down…

Dwelling on the past wasn't going to help her, she told herself. Instead, she had to concentrate on the immediate future, and on continuing to make a good impression in this interview. It was all slotting so nicely into place, and even the thought of showing off her sexual capabilities did not daunt her. Over the course of the weekend, Roger Preston and his friends had taught her more than she could have expected about the realities of submitting to another person. She was already beginning to feel that she could reach orgasm from the feel of a hand slamming down hard on her backside, and she had, for the first time in her life, brought another woman to climax with the aid of her fingers and tongue.

The fantasies she had outlined to Joe Gallagher were also close to the truth. She did indeed relish the thought of being punished – and pleasured – while being watched. She supposed it stemmed from spending time in such a self-obsessed city as Los Angeles, where appearance was all, as the parade of bodybuilders and cosmetically-enhanced gym bunnies on Venice Beach testified. Everyone there wanted to be seen as a paragon, their outward image matching what they felt to be their own inner beauty and virtue, so why not turn it around, and let yourself be seen succumbing to your basest and most wicked desires?

Add to this the fact that Joe was undeniably cute, with his mop of red hair, the rash of gold-brown freckles across his cheeks and long, straight nose. Physically, he was her ideal type – muscular without being bulky. She couldn't help noticing that he walked with a slight limp, but that only added to his desirability, rather than detracting from it. She knew from what Roger had told her that Joe was a long-time friend of her darling stepsister, and wondered if he and Laurel actually slept together. If that was the case, then she was determined to do everything she could to split that little arrangement up.

Nina suddenly realised that Joe was saying something, and noticed as she turned away from the window that he had put the phone down. She walked back to the desk, smiling at him.

‘Are you ready for me?' she asked.

‘Yeah. That was just Laurel checking up on me,' Joe replied.

‘Laurel's the other owner of the agency, right?' Nina said.

Joe nodded. ‘She's so committed to this place, even when she's on her sick bed she keeps ringing to make sure everything's okay. I was just telling her it looks like we're going to have an extra body around the place, so she can stop worrying.'

‘What's she like, this Laurel?' Nina did her best to sound casual, anxious as she was to glean Joe's impression of her stepsister.

‘She's great. You're going to love working for her. She's incredibly easy to get on with, she's a good laugh. She was a mate to me when I was at my lowest point…'

‘You sound like you're in love with her,' Nina commented.

She watched the blush spread across Joe's cheeks. ‘We're good friends and business partners, that's all.'

‘But you'd like it to go further.'

‘Laurel doesn't believe in mixing business with pleasure. I think she's afraid that if we have a fling and it all goes wrong, it'll screw up our business relationship, too. She never talks about it, but I think she was badly hurt in the past by someone who told her they loved her. If anybody was to say it to her now, I don't think she'd believe them.' He sat up straight. ‘Why am I telling you all this when we should be getting on with the audition?'

‘I know, I know, it's cheeky of me, digging into your love life when we've only just met.' Nina did a little pirouette of joy as a thought struck her. ‘Isn't it the sort of behaviour that deserves to be punished?'

‘You're right there,' Joe said. ‘Come here.' He stood up and reached for Nina's arm, pulling her to him. She put up a vague show of resistance, but was more than happy to be pressed close to his warm firm body. Unlike Roger Preston, Joe didn't seem to favour fancy cologne, smelling instead of soap and healthy male.

‘I didn't mean it,' Nina squeaked, falling into character. ‘I was only joking. Please don't spank me.'

‘Oh, I'm not going to spank you,' Joe retorted, and Nina felt a shiver of fearful anticipation run down her spine as she wondered what exactly he had in mind for her.

Still holding her by one arm, he picked up the chair she had been sitting in with the other. Then he marched over to the window and put the chair underneath it.

‘I want you to stand on the chair and look out of the window,' he said. Obediently, she clambered up on to the wooden seat of the chair, and realised she was looking across to another office on the other side of the narrow street. The shop beneath it was a bookstore, selling respectable paperbacks at discount prices on the main floor and erotica in the basement. The room she could see into appeared to be a dimly-lit stockroom, with boxes piled up haphazardly almost to the ceiling.

‘Now turn to face me and unbutton your blouse,' Joe ordered. ‘I want to see those luscious tits of yours.'

Nina hesitated, still feigning modesty. Joe stared at her impassively, arms folded, until she tugged her scarlet blouse out of the tight black leather miniskirt she was wearing. Her fingers reached for the buttons and, teasingly slowly, she unfastened them, until the blouse finally hung open and her large creamy breasts were revealed, cupped in a sheer black bra through which her dark nipples were just visible.

‘Very nice,' Joe said. ‘Very nice indeed. But I'd get a better look at them if you took off your bra as well, don't you think?'

‘Please don't make me,' Nina said automatically, even though her sex was beginning to pulse excitedly at the thought of displaying more of her body to Joe.

‘I'll get very annoyed if you don't do what I tell you,' Joe replied, ‘and when I get annoyed, I tend to increase the severity of a punishment. So, Nina, your bra please.'

Nina let her blouse slip from her shoulders, then reached behind her to unclip the fastening of her bra. Keeping the garment pressed to her breasts with one hand, she used the other to pull the straps down off her shoulders and free of her arms. Finally, she allowed the bra to fall to the floor. With all the expertise of a stripper, she had not allowed Joe to see anything of her nipples at any point during her intricate manoeuvres.

‘My bra's off,' she said delightedly. ‘Are you getting a better view of my breasts, Joe?'

She knew she had bested him, but if he admired her trick, his expression gave nothing away.

‘Both hands on your head,' he told her.

She pouted at him, but obeyed, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl as she stood on the chair, fingers clasped at the back of her head. The movement was designed to lift her breasts and show them to their best advantage. She was proud of them, and of the way they were made to seem even larger by her small waist and otherwise slim frame. Their large, ruby nipples currently stood stiffly from the surrounding aureoles, paying testimony to her growing excitement.

‘Now, turn round and look out of the window again,' Joe said. ‘And keep your hands where they are, or it'll be the worse for you.'

As she presented herself to the window in all her semi-clad glory, Nina wondered for the first time whether she could be seen from the street. It was unlikely, she decided, that anyone would crane their head enough to see the display she was making of herself, but the room across the way was a different matter. She was assuming it was empty, but what if there was someone inside, bending over a box of books, hunting to find something to fill a space on the shelves downstairs? Or maybe there was a member of staff skiving off from their duties, or taking a lunch break, one of the shop's racier magazines on their lap as they smoked a cigarette and pored over the salacious images spread before them. What if they looked up from the pert breasts and open pussy of a centrefold only to see Nina standing opposite them, topless, in a pose of submissive obedience?

Almost without being aware of what she was doing, she dropped her hands to her breasts and caressed her nipples, feeling them harden even further beneath her own touch. It excited her to think there were unknown eyes watching her lustfully, and perhaps a hand slipping into an open fly, to free a swelling cock and begin to stroke it to stiffness...

A hand slamming hard across her backside brought her out of her erotic reverie. She stopped what she was doing and glanced round guiltily.

‘Did I tell you to play with yourself?' Joe asked.

‘I'm sorry. I—' Nina stammered, flustered. She had been so wrapped in her fantasy of the anonymous voyeur in the stockroom that she had forgotten the reality of her situation.

‘You've tried my patience enough, Devon,' Joe said. ‘Go over to my desk. What I'm going to use to punish you is in the top drawer. Bring it to me.'

This was more humiliating than Nina could have expected. Not only was Joe going to beat her, she was going to have to find the implement with which he intended to do it. She climbed down off the chair and went to look in the drawer he had specified. Among a litter of papers, paperclips, bottles of correction fluid and loose change, she found a transparent plastic ruler, a foot long. She picked it up, unable to resist the temptation to flex it. It was thin and unyielding, and she was sure it would hurt her. Chastened, she walked back to Joe, who was sitting on the chair, waiting for her.

‘Very good,' he said, as she handed the ruler to him. ‘Now take your skirt off and get over my lap.'

At least he was going to allow her to keep her panties on, Nina thought, as she slid the zip down and pushed the tight skirt over her hips. She gave a little shimmy as she wriggled out of it, hoping to detract Joe from his task, but he was implacable. Meekly, she clambered onto his lap, accustoming herself to the slightly precarious position as she waited for her punishment to begin. Joe's hand was in the small of her back, keeping her in place. Her crotch was pressed against his groin, and she was aware of the hefty bulge in his jeans.