TIME SKIP: Another shoot, another perv

If Lacy had thought that Jack giving her the job was the road to easy street, she had thought wrong. The jobs he offered her were very lucrative, but they were hard work. That was how she ended up in a dark nightclub underground on Halloween night, dressed in black lace from her ass to her neck and a cat mask to preserve her dignity. She was wielding a whip, and she used it well. Her target tonight was Ben Manilow, a model himself and the secret backer behind Other Side magazine, a rag that explored the kinky side of life.

Ben was on his knees before her and breathing hard. Her cat o nine tails had left enticing red marks on his chest. Every month, he appeared experiencing another form of fun-to-watch pain, but the fact that it was his money added an extra kinky dimension. The girls that dominated him in the magazine every month were hand picked from rosters like Jack's, new and upcoming babes that would do anything he wanted for money.

"Now, baby, bend over for the camera," said Ben's camera man.

Lacy hadn't quite gotten used to showing her ass on camera, even in lace, but she had stopped hesitating. She slapped her ass, hard enough for it to echo. "Is that what you want to see, Daddy?" she demanded of the camera. It was a photoshoot only. Her improvised dialogue was for the benefit of Benny only. It paid to excite the backer.