(subplot) Contracts are Binding

Chantelle pulled up outside Coffee Call a few minutes ahead of time to scout out the place. It was certainly a safe location and there were no obvious signs of anyone in there who could present much of a threat to her. Nonetheless she took her pistol from her glovebox and slipped it into the hidden holster on her ankle. She could never be too careful. For $100,000 she may as well show her face though, she figured.

As she walked into the restaurant a portly man who looked to be in his late fifties stood up and smiled amiably. He looked just like some random guy which was probably perfect for his job.

"Miss Lewis, a pleasure to meet you. I'm Carl."

The man gestured for Chantelle to sit and motioned over the waitress before ordering coffees for both.

"For the record, I don't normally respond to cold calls," Chantelle told Carl as she sipped her coffee. "But for the money in my account, I owe you the chance to explain the assignment you have in mind for me."

"Consider that an advance. I have a contract right here for you to sign. There will be another nine hundred thousand dollars in your account once I have your signature."

"Slow down Carl, I need to know what the assignment is first" Chantelle was only acting calm. Those figures were utterly life changing. "There has to be a catch for that kind of danger money."

"I can assure you it will be the safest assignment you ever take on," Carl replied as he stirred his drink. "We have a number of ‘models,’ shall we call them, who have signed one contract with my client and need to be persuaded, without ****, to sign a second. This is a matter of **** importance to my client. The models have proven very hesitant so far. So, we want you to go undercover among them."

"You want me to be a model, I'm flattered" Chantelle responded with a hint of sarcasm. This was yet another job where she was chosen for her looks rather than the rest of her considerable skillset.

"This is an incredibly complicated task. We are hiring you for your brains as well as your beauty."

"For a million a month? This still doesn't make sense."

Carl cleared his throat for what was going to be the hardest part of the job to sell.

"These are naked models. Permanently naked. So for you to go undercover.."

"You need me naked on the job!?"

Normally Chantelle would have dismissed this out of hand, but for the kind of money on offer she was still listening.

"You would be naked on and off the job."

"I'm not allowed to wear clothes in my free time?"

"You won't be able to wear clothes ever," Carl corrected her, though Chantelle didn't see the distinction. "And you are being more than fairly compensated for that, we feel."

Chantelle hesitated a while. She was being asked to go naked for up to two years? But the money was a hell of an offer! Imagine what she could do with that. And this would be all the way over in Utah where she didn't know anyone.

"I'm going to need an answer now, Miss Lewis. We need you to start right away."

Carl pushed the contract towards Chantelle and held out his pen. She looked over the contract first. It was remarkably simple. No technical legal jargon to catch her out and no small print denying her any of the massive wages on offer. But there it was in black and white.

Miss Chantelle Kali Lewis will not be able to wear any clothing, nor cover her body, for the duration of this contract.

It was strange wording for sure, but it wasn't like they could physically stop her. Chantelle decided for upwards of twenty million dollars she was prepared to go naked as far as she was required to.

"Hand me the pen.”

Chantelle signed her name across the bottom of the contract before handing Carl his pen back. She couldn't help but notice a sudden goofy smile on his face all of a sudden.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Cassie looked down in shock and horror as she saw she was now sat naked in the middle of the coffee shop.

"I told you we wanted you to start right away," Carl smiled as he stood up and eyed Chantelle's exposed body up and down. "I look forward to working with you, Miss Lewis.”