Mindy leaves and finds out the truth.

As Mindy breathed heavily and sank onto the table, Victoria began to release her cuff bindings. Mindy tilted her head up, "Am I free to go then?" she asked, then cowed at the glance her captor gave her, "... uh mistress, am I free to go?" she corrected herself.

"You are," The taller woman stated, still looking domineering in her latex outfit and glistening strap on, still wet with Mindy's juices.

Mindy climbed off the horse and rubbed her freed wrists. She looked around, not quite sure what to do next. "What about my clothes?" she asked.

Victoria walked out the room and walked back in to toss the torn up top that Mindy had come in with. "I suppose you can use it as a rag to wipe yourself off. Now, be on your way before I decide to keep you." She grinned with the half empty threat. Mindy quickly wiped down what she could and hurried over to the exit. At least she was going to be let out the back door. Mindy supposed that it wouldn't look good for business to have a cum soaked nudist walking out of the boutique clothing store's front entrance. She took a quick look outside, but before she could ascertain the situation, she felt a heavy slap on her butt that prompted her forward. She was out the door, which slammed shut behind her. Mindy turned around and tried to get back in, but it was already locked. She sighed. A clatter in the alley sounded off, jolting Mindy's attention and she quickly scurried away, covering herself with the rags.

As she rounded the corner she couldn't help but notice someone watching. She stopped and oriented herself to the voyeur and recognized the sleazy face anywhere. "You!" she shouted out and pointed at the weaselly director that put her in the situation to begin with.

Russ stood up with his arms open for an embrace with one hand holding a camera. "Baaaabe! You were fantastic! This is going to win awards!" Russ said. He pointed to her with his camera hand. "You, chicky bird, have talent! Those expressions... that passion! You can't teach that! And I got it all right here!" He tapped the camera.

Mindy's eyes went wide, "You were watching me?!" she asked indignantly, adding, "And you did nothing?!"

"Of course not, it would have ruined the scene! I wanted genuine reactions, real emotions... this was all part of the act!" Russ explained.

"Then you know who stole my clothes!"

"I got them for you, but you might want to shower first... " Russ said, then called out, "Hey Gary!"

The boutique exit opened up and out walked the man in the red cap. Mindy's eyes widen with disbelief when instead of his green shirt, he was in the outfit one of the gimps had been wearing and was holding Mindy's missing clothes. "He was in on it too?!" Mindy asked, starting to freak out.

"Yeah, him and Len and another guy. Len was the one who lent you that jersey," Russ said.

The other players came out too, slightly cleaned up and wearing robes. Victoria was there too. She looked to Russ with a casual smile, "Well, Mr. Director, I hope we don't have any reshoots to do."

"You know I don't work that way, hun. I got all I needed."

"Then I say it's time we got paid," Victoria grinned. Russ pulled out his wallet and started doling out payments, including the five hundred he promised Mindy. All the others treated this as business as usual, which miffed Mindy even further. Victoria noticed and said to Russ, "She's new isn't she?"

"Yeah, her first real shoot," Russ said, "Hey blondie, how'd you like to make a extra two bills? I promised the domme that I'd have her shop cleaned up by the end of all this."

Mindy glared at the director and promptly put her clothes back on, not saying a word. She then turned to walk away.

"Oh Russ, you really don't know how to treat your talent," Victoria chided. She walked over to Mindy and held an arm around the suffering girl's shoulder.

"Ah, she'll get over it. I pay well enough." Russ said as the two continued to walk away, "Fine, I'll find someone else to clean up! You free next weekend, pigtails? I got an idea for another great shoot! It'll pay double!"

Mindy kept walking, refusing to dignify the offer with a response. Victoria patted her shoulder and murmured to her, "He's an asshole, but he does pay well, if you can put up with his boorishness. And you and I both know, you can put up with a lot..." she slipped something in Mindy's hand. Mindy held it up. It was the stolen bikini, no doubt from the store. "Keep it, you more than earned it. Plus, I slipped my card inside, in case you might want to do something like this again... without the cameras..." Victoria gave the maid a wink and walked back to the store.

Mindy continued back to where she parked her car, reading the card in the bikini bundle. It read: Mistress Victoria, Dominatrix with a different address. Mindy thought about another session with the dominant brunette and it tingled her pussy. Of course, she'd probably have to pay for a session if the lady had a business card. That meant she'd have to earn some money...

Mindy got into her car and turned the ignition. It didn't start. Mindy slammed her head on the wheel. She had to call Mrs. Winthrop to get a tow truck over and give her a ride back to the estate. It turned out that her car would need a pretty major overhaul to get back into running shape again. Forget another session with Victoria, Mindy was grounded until she could come up with some money soon...