Another Assignment

*beep beep beep*

She whimpers and moans, rolling around, licking her lips, *beep beep beep* blinking she sits up in bed, then gasps, realizing that's the special ring tone she put on her phone for that agent/talent/fat ugly guy. "Ysss.."

"Took you long enough, whatcha doing? Fucking yourself or something? You need to answer when I call. I've a long string of pretty little things that'd jump at fame and fortune. You want your break or not?" A loud voice barks at her, squealing slightly, she hurriedly takes the phone off speaker mode.

"Yes, wha, yes"

"I like smart cookies like you," the voice rumbles sacrastically. "Got an assignment for you. Noon.[rattles off a complicated string of directions on where to go and what to wear]."

"Wha..where?"

A deep sigh is heard. "I've a meeting in the same direction. Be outside in thirty minutes. Wash that stink of sex off and put on something sexy. I'll drop you off."

After a hurried shower, she pulls on pink fishnet stockings, pink medium heels, pink and blue plaid mini-skirt that is just long enough to only reveal the bottom of her ass, slides a tiny pink top on, then a sheer pink top over that. With minutes to spare she's waiting outside 28 minutes after the call.

Bouncing in place, excited and nervous, playing with her skirt, tugging it down, lifting it up, waiting for that fat guy. She really should learn his name. Wait, did he tell her his name? She giggles to herself and bounces some more. Looking down at herself, she wonders if she should have just gone with the sheer top. She wants to impress! Dress to impress, that's, um, someone said that, right? Or was that dress for the job you want?

*hoooonnnnkkkkk*

Fat guy! Driving a neon green Ford Mustang convertible. Top down. She hops in and wiggles around, and even before she finishes buckling in, the car is roaring down the street. She looks over and asks about the assignment, but the wind captures her words and flings them away. She shrugs and looks out at the passing scenary.

Scenary getting steadly more run down. Dirty, broken, ruined neighborhoods. Where the heck is this photo shoot?

Squealing as she is flung forward, saved by the belt digging into her breast, the Mustang slams to a stop. "Out." She blinks and looks at him. Chewing on a cigar he glares at her. "Out. I've got somewhere to be. Out."

She jumps out, and the car is roaring off before she even can close the door. Which slams shut on its own, almost catching her skirt in the process. Nervously giggles to herself. If she had been wearing something even a little bit longer than this mini-skirt, she'd have been trapped! Or, well, it'd have been trapped and torn off. She looks around at the area around her. Decaying buildings, ruins, dirt, goats. Where the heck . . ..

"Yo, you the girl? Get over here, we don't wanna lose the light do we?" A voice floats down to her. No sign of who was talking or where they might have been talking from.

She blinks and looks around, trying to find where the voice is coming from.

"You stupid or something? I'm right here," states a gorgeous woman wearing only lingerie.

Sarah giggles and wiggles towards the other woman.

"You know how to take pictures?" Seeing Sarah shaking her head no, the woman thrusts out a camera at her. "They want you to take a few, see what its like from that side. You know, prepare you and stuff."

With that said, the other woman slides back and moves into shadows. Sarah stumbles with the camera and moves after her. "Wait wait, like, what's your name and stuff? I don't wanna go all cliche and stuff and call you the other woman, or the blonde, or, um, something."

The other woman ignores her and continues to a small open door. As soon as Sarah pushes through, the door is locked behind her with a barely heard "it's a bad neighborhood."

Opposite the door is a large clean white wall with lights pointed at it. The lingerie clad woman slinks up to the wall, turns, and poses. "Well? Don't got all day, you know."

Sarah begins taking pictures, leaning over, kneeling, unintentionally (or intentionally) flashing the other woman. About fifteen minutes into the action, Sarah pulls herself from being super focused on taking pictures and glances around. Spots a few things she didn't expect. But then, what'd be expected in a hole in the wall in the middle of ruins?

Hand-cuffs. A little rubber ball. And is that the end of some rope poking out from behind that chair. Sarah giggles to herself a little, rubbing her legs together, thinking she'd really impress them if she got the other woman all tied up and stripped for the pictures.

Focused back on the taking of pictures, Sarah asks the other to move in different positions, poses. While 'adjusting' one of the light poles, she snatches up the hand-cuffs. While she was doing that, the other woman had moved to the wall and leanded against it, began to pull at her clothing, as if she was going to unhook her bra or something like that.

While she was distracted, Sarah sneaked up like a ninja, cuffs all ready for . . .*click, click* Wha?

"The name's Amanda, by the way. And no, you can't cuff me. Don'tcha know it's not nice to cuff someone without asking?" Amanda smiles and looks over Sarah, who is standing there with confusion in her eyes, her hands now somehow cuffed behind her back.

"How'd, what, how'd you do that? Take these off! I didn't aaaa," before another word escaped, a rubber ball, better known as a ball-gag, is thrust into her mouth.

Amanda leads Sarah to another part of the room, near a camera on a tripod, and positions her and begins taking pictures. Over a rather quick period of time, Sarah's mini-skirt is pulled off, more pictures taken, more clothing removed. Sarah falls into a kind of trance.

She blinks and looks around. Not really sure how she'd ended up like this, positioned like this. Naked but for her stockings, shoes, ball-gag and, well, rope. Pink rope. How'd they know. . . . pink rope binding her into a somewhat leaning over postion. Feet trying to reach the floor, inches away, rope holding her up. Bare breasts dangling down. And over there, Amanda, playing with a camera.

Ooh! She's topless! And took off her underwear as well! This . . wait wait wait, struggles hard in her restraints. Whimpers. Tries to free herself before Amanda can come towards her with what appears to be a whip.

"We're going to take some bondage shots now. Fetish sells well. I wasn't going to actually use this whip, but, well, I *smack of whip into Sarah's ass* do not like *smack* people trying to *smack* cuff me *smack*."

Dangling in rope, feet not able to reach the floor, ass burning, probably bright red now, the crack of a whip. The smack of the whip.

"Should get, hmm, some decent money from this shoot, yes."