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Right now Ryan was on a cruise, with non-chargeable vacation to boot. His office needed a facelift before he took over his new position and thus they gave him not only the vacation but the cruise as well. He still believe he was ill suited for... leisure... but his family had told him he had earned it and it was time to enjoy himself for once. They even told him to perhaps find someone on the cruise, who knew. He had rolled his eyes at the last. They were pushing for him to find a woman, to have a relationship. He would need to look into finding a woman to play the part of being in a relationship with him only to keep his family off so he could work.

Ryan did not know what caused him to look. He was heading towards the VIP line when he spotted the person. He had a keen eye and could spot a pickpocket a mile away. He stopped to watch as he man tripped and fell over a person in the line. His hands moved swiftly and all over the woman. How she did not slap him he did not know, but he did distract, and if he had not been watching closely, even he would have missed the man take away the wallet from her person, and something from her wrist.

This pissed Ryan right off and he left his luggage behind and moved. He executed the best illegal ankle tackle he knew and put the guy to the ground as he was stepping away. He had the guy down and said in a low voice where no one else could hear him. "I know three ways to cripple you for life from the position you are in right now. Give me what you took from her, and you walk away. I mean really run away as I will be called the cops two minutes after you are gone. All they have to do is pull facial recognition from the camera above me. Do it now, you have till I count down from five in my head, and I count fast."

The man was a coward. The pick pocket handed the stolen items over before Ryan finished three in his head. Ryan helped the offender up and taking Ryan's advice, the would be criminal ran. Ryan would watch, making a mental note to call the police later, if nothing more so that they could go to the local pawn shops and run his face against the pawn shops own security videos. The cash the thief stole would be long gone, but any other items he pawned off they had a right to get back if possible.  Also knowing the criminal's face would mean he would have to move onto new hunting ground. He likely would move onto another port of call. It was not an ideal solution, but it was the only one Ryan knew which would quickly get the woman's stuff back.

Ryan turned about and stopped stunned. He did not get a goo look at her before but now he did, damn. One of the southern colloquiums he picked up would be she was one tall glass of water.  She had legs which went up to Canada and eyes which he could down himself. She might have been in fact, one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and here he was, his jaw hanging out like he was that wolf from the old cartoons. He closed it and gave a slightly bashful look as he approached her. "Sorry, I was caught off guard there. Here are the items he took from you. It would be a shame to get all the way here and not able to enjoy any of it because of no bank cards, cash, or ID."

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Things happened fast. At first, she stared at the water below her from behind the railing. The moon had lit up the dark sky like a beacon. The stars appeared brighter than ever, with no city lights to dim their glow. It truly was a sight to behold. Then, before she knew it, Kara was distracted by someone running into her. While the person appeared to have tripped, as she hated to assume anything untoward from someone without evidence, it felt less like an accident than a chance to grope her.

Maybe she was being oversensitive. Years of gaslighting did that to her, and she was slowly trying to break beyond the little demons in her head, saying otherwise. Still, as she looked at the man in shock, another had taken his place, helping calm the situation. Her dark eyes looked at him in wonder. The stranger had saved her from a pickpocket. Truth be told, she was truly surprised one would try to pull such a dirty trick in the middle of the ocean, but had it not been for the stranger, she might have been stranded for longer than she could afford.

The Asian man stood over her, towering over her by a head's height. His dark hair was cut neatly, and there was barely a trace of stubble on his face. His bashful smile revealed soft-set dimples and a charming crinkle to his eyes. It was hard for Kara not to do the same in turn.

"Thank you," she said a bit softly. Her hands went to the back pocket of her jeans and found that her wallet had been, in fact, swiped. Realizing the absence of a jingle, Kara also noticed her old charm bracelet was missing. She gave the stranger a questioning look, hoping he had the answer to her missing bracelet question. "You didn't...?"

Looking down at his hand, Kara saw a slight glint of gold. Taking her wallet back, the bracelet lay hidden under it. "Oh, thank goodness..." she breathed a sigh of relief. "Would you mind?" she nodded to her bracelet, asking him for help. Flashing him her best smile, Kara gave her saving grace, her hand so he could fasten her bracelet back to her wrist. "Can I... perhaps buy you a drink in thanks? It's not much... but it's the least I can do..."

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Ryan hesitated for a moment, but not for the reasons why she would think. One of Ryan's weaknesses was women, especially with such expressive eyes. Her hair was like silk and though she was casual, it did not hide the enticing curves. He believed she would make a burlap sack look great. For a brief moment he was afraid if he was to touch her he might not stop, which might come off as very creepy, especially in light of what just happened to her.

However, hesitating it was making the situation even more awkward. He gave her a charming and polite smile and an exaggerated bow. "As you wish m'Lady." He put dramatic flair into his voice and he reached out with his hands. He had to be careful and not to let his hands linger to see if her skin looked as soft as it seemed. Damn, it had been far too long since he last gotten laid, and his hormones were running wild.

It was not like he was ugly and could not pick up a woman if he wanted too. In fact the expression he was told once he had the type of looks where if he went home alone at the end of a night at a bar, it was by choice and lot lack of propositions. The problem was despite liking women, he was picky about who he was with as it took the right type of woman to turn him on, and the woman in question had to be submissive or had submissive tendencies.

His semi dirty little secret was he was involved in BDSM. He was not hardcore into the lifestyle in the fact he lived it, breathed it, ate it, slept with it twenty-four seven, but he was kinky in the bedroom and had been to a few clubs. He wanted his women to be... adventurous... and willing to experiment. He could normally tell with a look if a girl was going to be a waste of his time, or at the latest, a few drinks to loosen them up and know then. Though this woman was so stunning he would not care off the bat if she was adventurous or only like missionary.

He made a gesture deeper into the cruise ship. "You know, I could do with a drink. Might as well try to start this trip off on a good note instead of the sour note it is for us. Shall we?" He knew he should not, it was forward as hell, but he could not help himself and his hand went to the small of her back, and often neglected erogenous zone. He was not going out of his way to stimulate it, but he was going to go for any advantage he could. "By the way just so we are not complete and total strangers, the name is Ryan."

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His touch was gentle. Kara could feel her hands shaking from the adrenaline, but his touch on her wrist made her feel calmer. His smile was genuine when he looked down at her, and it was hard not to do the same in return. Kara noticed his eyes crinkled, and there was a flash of dimple when he did. His features were enough to coax any woman, no doubt. When their eyes met, she couldn't stop her heart from fluttering like a silly schoolgirl. Kara had to remind herself she wasn't living in some juvenile Jane Austin novel.

Like any gentleman, he began to escort her out from the star-lit deck and towards the inner workings of the cruise ship. His large hand softly caressed her lower back as if to guide her, but his abandoned luggage caught her eye. Stopping where she stood, she smiled but pointed towards his fallen suitcase. He must have neglected to have someone put it in his cabin for him and kept it with him until they made it away from shore. "I'd hate for you to leave your possessions behind, Ryan," Kara stated without mentioning her own name, "I imagine you would prefer to go to your cabin first. I could perhaps meet you in one of the lounges? I hear the Night Sky Lounge is quiet and relaxing. Or, should you like dancing too, the Bliss Lounge has some favorable nightlife. It's been ages, but I wouldn't mind letting loose."

Kara gave him a grin, a devious little flash in her eye. She knew she needed to let go of the things behind her. What better way than with drinks with a stranger?

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Ryan was an idiot, a world class idiot as he looked back at his unattended luggage. He was surprised security had not already flagged it. It was not like he could not afford new clothing from the shops present on the ship, but it did not mean he enjoyed pissing money away. Also, these were his clothes. He liked his clothes and spent time purchasing them. Well, the last statement might be a stretch in the fact picking up some George's T-shirts at Wal-Mart for five dollars. Still, he liked them and he thought he looked good in them. No sense in they getting the full security work up or tossed off ship because he forgot them.

"Okay, I feel utterly stupid right now. You are right and I should get my luggage. It would be a long cruise without it. Your idea is much better than mine. Letting loose is exactly why I am here in the first place. The Night Sky Lounge you say? My first time here so my good luck meeting up with someone who knows the ''lay of the land'', so to speak. See you there and after some food and drink, move onto the Bliss Lounge, at least I hope. Until then!" He stayed there for a bit, watching her leave and inside his head he could hear the old cartoon wolf whistle echoing through his head. Damn she had legs and an ass which did not quit. Now he had to reign himself in as he was not here to get his rocks off but to have an honest, non-working vacation for his first time since college. He shook his head and made his way to his cabin, something which took far longer in his mind than it should have, impatient as he was. Once inside he tossed his luggage onto the bed without a thought and stripped down to take a quick shower, pausing only to get his preferred body wash.

Once out of the shower and drying off, he had a difficult decision in the fact he did not know what to wear. He could not help but laugh at the situation. He normally did not need to think about it as the women in his life were normally the ones who approached him at the bar or elsewhere and it naturally flowed from there. he kept it causal and in the end it was the ling of thinking he went with as in the end this was a cruise, not a proposal for marriage ever after. Best case, they have some great fun and consider this a successful vacation, and at worst a funny story to tell in the future.

Decision made, Ryan picked out a wine colored button down shirt over top a simple crew neck white t-shirt. He rolled the sleeves up past his elbows, and then a pair of black denim jean pants, and a set of simple black slip on casual shoes. Enough to impress but not too over the top to intimidate, or so he thought. He picked up is wallet and room key and left. It took him another ten minutes to find Night Sky Lounge. He then started to look about to see if Kara was there yet waiting for him, or if he was to stand off to the side and wait for her. Either way he was ready for the night to begin.

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What was supposed to be drinks was turning into a meal, and while Kara didn't necessarily mind the company, something inside her felt giddy. After such an exhausting power struggle with Jack, a small part of her felt afraid of being tied to anyone so soon. Shaking her head as she walked towards her cabin, she felt silly. "Already jumping the gun, Kara," she reminded herself. Still, she couldn't help herself as she gazed back at the well-dressed man now managing his luggage.

Her cabin resided on the starboard side of the ship. It wasn't the biggest cabin but the smallest one that promised a balcony with a view of the starry sky and ocean around them. Kara thought more about how she ended up alone. Some of her regretted it, but she knew it was best for her. It was just that the cruise was supposed to be an experience she could share with someone... and now she was alone again.

Maybe 30 minutes after the incident on the upper deck, she walked into the Night Sky Lounge. The lighting was dim, and the diners spoke almost softly to one another. From what she had heard, it wasn't nearly as rambunctious as Bliss Lounge, so when she walked into the room in strappy black heels and a close-fitting black dress, Kara feared she dressed more for the dancing and less for a proper meal.

She wasn't sure how long she had left him waiting, but Ryan appeared to be standing in the back corner waiting for her. Too embarrassed to go back, Kara flushed and brushed her long hair behind an ear. Ryan looked like he belonged to a place like Night Sky Lounge. His attire oozed a certain social grace and made poise look effortless.

"I feel a bit... overdressed..." she remarked as she approached him. "I would hate to give you the impression that I'm some sort of tart..."

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Ryan had spotted Kara and once more he had to make a conscious effort not to have his jaw drop and his tongue roll out of his mouth like some cartoon wolf.  She had been eye catching before, but now! He had to keep a very tight reign on his hormones as the last thing he needed was to have a stiffy and tent pole his pants in front of her and everyone else. He also did not want to get his hopes up too much but he knew beyond a doubt he needed to get laid.

It was why his family had insisted upon him taking this vacation in the first place. He worked damned hard to get to where he was at, and had little to no time for a social life, and he hated the whole cliché of trolling the bars, or worse, dating apps like Tinder. He had tried it once and found himself with a face full of crazy and did not want to go through it again. He thought the cruise would be different and a ''low threat'' environment for him to at least take the edge off and get him nice, mellow, and relaxed for the new job.

"You are stunning beyond belief and you are not overdressed, or trying too hard at all. What you look like is a girl in need of relaxed fun and no pressure, which I can assure you I can provide. No judgment, not expectations, only a person to have a good time with and break the ice on what should be a lovely cruise. Now, I am hungry and the least I can get you a decent meal, and from there you can decide how the rest of your night shall go. Shall we?" He waited for her, and as they were in the waiting line for the receptionist, he could not help but put his hand to the small of her back. It danced there over the spot he knew from experience made women melt and purr. He was not going to pressure her, but he was more than willing to hedge his bets! Since they were early they did not have long to wait and it is not too long till we are shown to a table.

He holds out the chair for her, then takes a seat himself. He does his best to relax, and not to gawk too much to look like a creeper. He took a sip of water to settle himself a bit before he spoke. "How about some no pressure ice breaking. I will go first with with a question and answer it and then it is your turn. I promise, nothing porn related I promise. What is a fun hobby you like few people know about. For me, I love board games, the more complex the better. During college, we used to have all night marathon games of ''Terraforming Mars''. I miss it some time."

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It didn't go unnoticed how her mysterious savior looked at her upon arrival. She noticed it not because she was vain but because she lacked a bit of self-confidence since her last turbulent relationship. Honestly, feeling desired was not a feeling Kara was used to. It had been too long, and Jack had squashed any pride within her. Kara had taken the cruise to forget Jack and feel the freedom she should have felt in their relationship. Kara wanted to brush off Ryan's reaction as sheer kindness rather than let her own anxiety ruin what could be a decent evening.

Ryan had given her a small glimpse of something different with a simple smile. Ryan felt... well, peculiar. The tall Asian man was courteous despite the bit of rambling, and there was a magnetism about him that Kara found attractive. Maybe he was as nervous as she was. Licking her lips, Kara blushed and struggled not to fidget as they waited to be seated. Noticing her own reaction, she could tell that she was more attracted to him than she first thought. The way Ryan's eyes sparkled deviously every time he smiled was just as remarkable as the dimples that flashed with it.

Desperate not to focus too much on the handsome gentleman who was her date of sorts, Kara noticed just how quiet the restaurant was. It was almost like her ears distorted everything around her when she looked at Ryan, yet she didn't mind. They had the pick of the establishment. Preferring a secluded area, they were settled in low-backed leather club chairs with a table between them. The seating was roomy but slightly chilled due to the air conditioning on the smooth cushions.

After the menus were handed to the pair, Kara focused on her companion again. She nervously shifted in her seat and crossed her legs under the table. Trying to brush off her nerves, the corners of her lips curled up as she chuckled softly. A dark eyebrow lifted in her expression at the note of no 'porn-related' questions during his proposed questioning. Either she intimidated him or more than likely had nefarious or undisciplined thoughts.

Smirking once more, Kara studied him for a breath or two. "To be honest," she started, " I had never given it much thought. I'm sort of just starting to find myself, so to speak. I'm sure you've heard similar stories," she swept a hand through the air nonchalantly as if to show it wasn't a big deal. "You know, bad relationship and all. One doesn't quite grasp how one personality can overshadow another until it happens to them."

It was then that Kara and Ryan were politely interrupted by their server. This had her attention momentarily directed to the wine list before her. "Do you like wine?" she asked Ryan, "I do recall promising you a drink to thank you for earlier..." Kara offered her date yet another bashful smile. "It doesn't have to be a wine of course, but I was eyeing a bottle of the red Carpathedge Ridge Cabernet should you like to share..."

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Ryan tilted his head slightly to the side as he studied Kara. It was an interesting response to his question, and did tell him some about who she was. She had tied her previous identity with someone else, in another relationship. A person who was not with her now and from the edges of the conversation, a relationship which ended badly. Could have this cruise trip meant to be a romantic one with her and she came by herself instead. He was of two mind about it. On the one hand, this was a woman looking to put a bad relationship in the past. On the other, he did not want to take advantage of it so she would resent him after this night. He would need to be careful.

He heard her words after the server left and smiled his charming smile. "I do enjoy wine. My preferences normally run to dessert wines as I have a sweet tooth but I can enjoy a full body red wine with a meal. In fact there is a British meal here. Roasted baby lamb chops with a Gaelic mint sauce, lemon rice pilaf, and steamed garlic and butter asparagus. Yes, a Cabernet would pair nicely with this. A great choice. Maybe some herb and cheese stuffed Portobello mushrooms."

He took a sip of his water, wondering the best way to proceed.  He had an idea, but he did not know if it was going to work or not, but it was worth a shot. "Since you are rediscovering yourself, you are in a great place to do so. We could get a cruise program, and make a sort of a ''cruise'' bucket list and see how many of the activities we can do together to see what you do enjoy. It might be something you can do readily when the cruise is over and boom, you have a hobby which is all your own to pursue."

The server comes again and orders the appetizer they both agreed upon, and the wine Kara suggested. He waited till they were alone once more before dipping a finger into his water and slowly started to run the tip of his finger over the rim of the glass. "Is there anything you want to know about me. If it is too personally I will let you know but there is little which would be. You can throw a dart blindfolded, so to speak, and hit a safe questions to ask."

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Kara's right eyebrow rose in curiosity when Ryan rambled off about wine and a meal. He seemed to know his wine pairings, but his tastes appeared to be more sophisticated than her own. Perhaps he was used to a more extravagant lifestyle, whereas she was a bit of a bumpkin. There was confusion as to how he knew about that particular British meal being served. His words were laced with charm, but she could have sworn she heard him mention he hadn't been on that particular cruise ship before. Was it just a mere slip of the tongue?

After ordering her wine and her companion had ordered his meal, Kara sat back and watched him as he sipped his water. His proposition of a bucket list piqued her interest. "A bucket list isn't a half-bad idea," she smiled, "although I'm sure you've got better things to do than babysit me. Traveling alone isn't as hard as it looks." Kara blushed, remembering how she happened to meet Ryan in the first place. "I mean... I know the pickpocket was a random thing... but that doesn't mean I need looking after."

Taking a sip of water, Kara tried to hide her embarrassment. At his attempt to break the ice, it took her a moment to think of something to ask the stranger. "Hmm," she started, a little puzzled at first, "Do you have another desire that no one else knows about? Confide your darkest secrets to a stranger. If I go for the cookie, I might as well go straight to the chocolate chip since you so offered. " Kara smirked.

Before Ryan could answer, the waiter had delivered the wine, breadsticks, and the herb and cheese mushrooms. The skilled waiter decanted, paused for approval from Kara, then poured two large glasses and left the bottle for later. Kara took a long sip, watching Ryan as she did. She let the glass linger around her lips as if to hide the crimson that was quickly spreading through her facial features. She wondered how long it would take what it was that made him so charming. Kara could tell there was more to the man than met the eye.


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Razor fumbled with her gear more than her usual. It wasn't just trying to get things perfect for the shoot; she was actually afraid of what the camera might show her. Either way. If Esti did show up on memory---for her---in her demonic form, the shots would be wicked cool, but they'd also raise all sorts of questions. Who was the model, what makeup did you use, etc.

If she showed up through the lens as just a regular cute girl, well. She could still get some great shots, but she'd be left doubting her sanity again. Sure, Esti said she was a demon, but hell, maybe she was crazy, too.

And then there was the dream, the hot, disturbing dream. Razor's hips squirmed and, embarrassingly, she felt herself wetting up again. It was tempting to ask her roomie to show a little more skin, but that would just be rude. Even if she really were, you know. A sex demon.

Finally, the tripod was set up, she'd taken light levels, aligned everything to the horizon. She couldn't really dawdle any longer. And poor Esti had been standing there so patiently, looking hot and humpable...

"Ok, just... going to take a few test shots for exposure, first, hun..." Bending down, she looked through the eyepiece.

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Esti was just enjoying the peace and relative stillness of the early morning and idly wondering how the camera would capture her. Would she look like her glamour, her true self? Would Razor see her as herself but others would see her glamour. It was very interesting to consider. She was assuming that she would show as her glamour, otherwise her roommate would likely have seen demon in photos before unless her gift was really new, but that wouldn't really make sense either. The young woman was an enigma and Esti knew that she would need to solve it eventually, but maybe some mysteries were better left unsolved.

It had been a long time since she had felt so immediately attracted to a mortal, and even longer since she had erotic dreams to the point of engaging in self-gratification. Looking over at her new friend, Esti smiled softly. It was fun to watch her work with practiced skill and deft hands and her mind wandered to the dream and those skilled fingers working in her body. Biting her lip, she shook off the thoughts. She was intending to revisit that subject if she could get some alone time at the party with her. The desire to kiss the little punk woman, to feel and taste her skin, to feel her writhe and shudder in orgasm, if was all getting so intense.

She perked up at hearing Razor's voice. "Oh absolutely hun, you just tell me what you need. I'm at your disposal." Something in her tone made Esti think that might extend beyond simply posing for photos.

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Razor grimaced, determined to not read as much into Esti's comment as she had (probably) put there. She wasn't sure why she was resisting her attraction so hard, except: first, just then it was a professional setting, however dingy the surroundings, and she didn't want to get into bad habits; and second---the whole demon thing. No matter how she tried, she found it difficult to shed her old bourgeois religion upbringing. Demons bad right? Angels good---but they didn't usually flirt with you and pop up in your wet dreams---so far as she knew, anyway---demons, no go. So, though Esti certainly seemed mellow, and totally cool as a roommate, Razor couldn't shake the feeling that as a bedmate, she might be a major problem. Like, tear your soul apart, eternity in Hell kind of problem. So damned cute, though. Maybe almost worth it...

Gritting her teeth, she bent her eye to the viewfinder, adjusted the focus... blinked, stood up. Stared past the posing girl. Shook her head. Bent to the camera again.

"Holy... fuck." Or unholy, maybe. Whatever the background was she was seeing, it certainly wasn't the skyline over the riverfront. Or more like, it was, but different. For one thing, the Hansen Insurance building wasn't made out of black glass in her world. And her roomie wasn't surrounded by an odd light that made her think of campfires. Or the evening news reporting on California and showing shots of the sky. Speaking of the sky what the hell were those things hanging from it?

Swallowing hard, she hit the shutter release, and let it fire three times, just to be sure. Checking the shots on review... yeah. Definitely some Death Metal Narnia shit going on. Not unimpressive, and even kinda beautiful, in a creepy, 'I like spiders and snakes' kind of way. Totes def not right, though. "Esti, hun," she quavered. "Could you, uh... come take a look at this?"

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Esti bit her lip when her comment got no response. It was fucking unheard of for her to feel self-conscious, so why was she sitting there fidgeting and worried that she had pushed too hard and alienated Razor? Why did that thought cause her stomach to twist into knots? She shook her head and tried to adopt a pose that seemed casual and at ease, even if she was worried that she hadn't dressed up enough. Maybe Razor was put off or worse she thought that Esti had not put in effort because she didn't care about what they were doing. Ugh, the second guessing was going to drive her crazy!

Her train of thought was mercifully derailed when Razor called out to her. Being called hun felt good, but the fear in her roommate's voice was like having ice water dumped over her. She sprinted over to Razor without hesitation. Leaning down, her eyes widened and she stared. Her eyes looked from the camera to Razor and back several times, shock etched on her face. "How are you doing this?! Who the fuck are you really?!" She did not mean to sound accusing, but what she was seeing should not be possible. How the fuck could a camera on the mortal plane see the visage of Hell?! The irony was that despite being lit by hellish flame, the Esti in the picture was the human glamour that she wore. She would have acknowledged that it did make for a striking picture if she wasn't in complete shock.

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"The Hell should I know?," Razor barked, immediately regretting her choice of words. It should be more like 'how should I know Hell?' But---maybe not mentioning That Pace at all would have been the better part of discretion. Certainly she wasn't feeling very valorous. "You're the expert on the demon stuff," she grumbled, lowering her voice.

It was more than two impossible things before breakfast. She'd only just kinda-sorta gotten used to the fact that Esti wasn't the Girl Next Door she looked like to everyone else. Now, her camera didn't show what she could easily see with her own eyes, as far as her roommate went. But it very certainly did show some things she couldn't see, when it came to other stuff. Glancing through the eyepiece again gave her an even bigger shock: without her demon friend in front of the camera, everything about the city looked normal once again.

"Oooo... kay?," she quavered, brain racing, mostly in circles. "Maybe it's like... some sorta lensing effect? Some freakazoid string theory, elven-dimension shit. The trick that makes you look like you to everyone but messes up what I see through the camera..." She was grasping at straws, and she knew it. But it felt better than feeling her fingernails glide over the edges of her rattled sanity.

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Esti flinched at Razor's angry tone. She should not have accused the woman like she had but what she was seeing should not have been possible, and it had thrown off her usual calm. "Sorry hun, just... this makes no sense. Where did you get this camera?" She could not help but stare at it like it held some terrible power.

"Okay, okay. So we are in agreement that this is fucking weird obviously. And maybe it's some fucked up but benign cosmic oops. Okay, I can hear your heart racing. I can not imagine what glimpsing hell must be like for a mortal. That is something you were never meant to see or comprehend. Look at me please, Razor look at me. It's just a special effect. Movie magic okay? Just breathe." She was really concerned for the poor girl, but she had handled meeting a real life demon remarkably well.

"Do you feel up to looking again if I step in front of the camera? Because then we would know that it is me that's influencing what the camera sees. It's okay to say no, sweetie." She spoke softly, standing close to offer what she hoped was comfort. If her mind was struggling to cope, having a demon trying to comfort you might be a little much.

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"Let me think a second," Razor mumbled. Mostly to but herself some time; she didn't really think thinking was going to help anything. There had been very few coherent ideas in her head since she'd accepted that her new friend was, really and truly, some sort of alien being only she could fully see. That was enough to give anyone a mild case of brainfreeze. This, now...

"So... I can see you..." she said, peering at Esti through one eye, then the other. With the camera in front of her, she scanned the waterfront. Just as dingy and characterful as she remembered. Nothing exotic or odd. Looking back at her roomie, she slowly picked yup the camera, peered through it...

...and just as quickly lowered it. As soon as the lens---not the viewfinder, oddly---centered on Esti's face, everything went all Clive Barker again. "Well, shit," she said, squeezing her eyes shut. "I can see you, but everything behind you looks just fine. Camera sees you, and then sees past you. Weird as fuck. Like you're some kinda lens."

Another peek left her feeling a bit ill, but she had to admit, the view was kinda spectacular. In a creepy, psycho kind of way. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to keep looking, then gestured Esti to the side a bit. "Look cute. Might as well try to salvage some of this shit show."

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Esti took her plush lower lip between her teeth and watched her sexy roommate try and figure out what was going on with the camera. She had no idea herself. In the nearly two hundred years since humans had created photography, the demon had never heard of something like what they were seeing. She figured that she would have if it had happened. So was it the camera, Razor, or was it some weird ancient pact that neither were even aware of. "You're sure there weren't any demonologists in your ancestry? You don't have any weird birthmarks? No weird storms or mass animal deaths when you were born?"

She did not need Razor to say that the image was the same as last time, the look in her face said it all. "You mean it's like a prism splitting the light so you can see hell. I mean the pictures are really striking but it's crazy" she shrugged before making an overly dramatic gasp. "Look cute?" Her perfect, kissable lips curved into a seductive pout. "Are you meaning to say that I'm not normally cute?" She sniffled softly before giving a wink and leaning back the way the Razor had instructed her before things got weird.

"So, I have an idea, if you're willing to try. It would require privacy though... I-I mean it's nothing untoward or anything it's just an idea to have the camera actual see me. I mean the way you see me, the real me. Thing is, it would take a about an hour so set up. I mean, if you wanted to. Obviously." Why in the seven hells was she acting all stupid and tongue tied. razor could already see her true self, they had to go through whatever weird shit was with Razor's camera or Razor herself for the girl to see what everyone else did. "Oh, quick thing. See what happens on your camera phone... just want process of eliminate it being this place or just you being the one holding the camera." Succubi we're innately curious creatures and this mystery was too fucked not to get to the bottom of.

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"Dafuq?" Razor's face screwed up at the question. "No, dude, fam's totally Wonderbread, far as I know. I'm the weirdest thing to happen since my umpty-greath ran out of potatoes and hitched a ride on the Mayflower, or whatever. And even I'm not all that counter. For one thing, you can count my piercings." Glancing out at the water again, she added, "'sides, I've shot here dozens of times, and it's always been normal. Just more or less McFish, depending on the state of the tide. So Occam's Razor says it's you."

Reflexively, she fired off a couple of quick shots as Esti went into another of her flirting routines, and then a few more careful ones as the petite demon posed more seriously. Girl really did have nice boobs, especially when she stood just like that, and again Razor thought about how useful those adorable little horns could be for. _Focus, ya dumb bitch._

"I'm up for it." Meaning whatever Esti's plan was, but she could see from her roomie's sly expression that she had, true to form, decided to make something else out of it. Not that she was totally wrong, either. "I can call out today, tell my Grad Asshole I'm finishing my project get notes for the rest of my classes. Not like I'm in any danger, grade-wise." Except the photography project, which was becoming a real Pee Eye Tee and Ay.

Then the phone cam comment was dropped, and Razor swatted herself in the side of the head. "Should have fucking thought of that myself. Hangon." Gear came first: lens cap and eyefinder cover went on, then she carefully placed the expensive SLR back into the back, made sure everything was cinched up tight. Setting the bag a careful distance from anything, she reached into her back pocket for her phone. She didn't have Esti's level of curves---was kind of flat all around, actually---but without thinking she'd grabbed her own tightest pair of jeans, her party pants, that made the best of what she had. She had to fight to get the old iPhone 5 out of the tight denim.

"Since Apple is the literal Devil," she chuckled as she brought up the cam app, "this should be interesting. Say damnation!" Pointing the phone at Esti, she pressed the shutter release.

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"Sorry to keep hammering on that point, sweetness, but I've never even heard of what's happening here, and if people were able to see hell, we definitely would have heard about it. Where did you get the camera... it wasn't Needful Things was it?" She laughed melodically. She lapsed into silence and posed for Razor. It was kind of a turn on. It was flattering to be the focus of the camera and just the tiniest bit objectifying in the best way possible. She sighed softly when the photographer shook her head as if to banish some thought. She wished she could read her roommate's mind, but it was not among her many gifts. The more time they spent together the more she liked Razor. The fact that the girl was cute as fuck didn't hurt either, and she swore that she was getting some vibes from her roommate too. For the first time in a long time, she was weighing the pros and cons between keeping their friendship platonic and actually trying to get Razor in bed. Normally there would be no question, but Razor was worth deeper thought.

"Okay, we can do it back at our place. Don't really want to risk other people seeing. You're one of very few humans that don't fucking lose their shit over seeing a demon in the flesh." Again, Razor could see Esti look uncharacteristically nervous at whatever her plan was. She frowned cutely at the way Razor self-deprecatingly smacked herself in the head. Esti leaned back against the rail and watched her roommate very carefully stow her camera and gear with practiced ease. There was something really adorable in that. The demon just sighed softly, finding something very enjoyable in watching Razor's skilled hands moving to put things away with such reverence. And that was how she felt a pang of jealousy toward the camera, because she wanted Razor to touch her with that same reverence. What was wrong with her?

When the Apple device made an appearance, Esti laughed at her roommate's commentary but she went with it. "Damnation!" She said loudly, waiting for the picture to be taken before hurrying over to see the result. It was not surprising to see a pretty human girl in a very average looking picture. "Well, I guess that eliminates the place, but it doesn't really give us much for answers, huh? I guess it has to be some weird combination of that specific camera, this place, and-slash-or me... very confusing." Her lips curled into a soft pout. "Sorry I fucked up your photos. If we head back to the apartment I can try my idea. It might make it up to you. I should have thought of it sooner." Esti looked around the area, feeling a little suspicious. What was going on here?


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Kaila was rubbing her hands together nervously. She'd gotten an email last night from The Boss (she didn't know the name of the upstairs Boss, everyone on her floor simply spoke of her with a capital letter. THE Boss). As she walked she could have sworn eyes were on her with a kind of eager looking anticipation. Like the other women around were in on something she wasn't. It had been a rather weird couple of days. Since she had gotten caught by her supervisor looking at pictures of women all tied up and gagged on a work computer, there had been a lot of changed. All the male people were moved off the floor and somewhere else. A crew had come to install more security cameras, and she'd been sent a high tech camera for her cubicle computer. They said it was for 'zoom calls'.

But she knew she was in trouble. She probably wasn't going to need to come in tomorrow... she'd be let go. She sighed and punched the elevator button. She worked on floor 7 of 10. The Boss was on 10. Her hands rubbed against her skirt as she rode the elevator up. It was a nice skirt, modest over her wide, sloping hips and the generous, if not large curve of her pronounced ass. Her waist was tiny and clad in a satin pink blouse which fitted loosely over everything except the new boobs she'd gifted herself. They were the reason she really couldn't afford to lose her job right now. The DDD's were firm and proud and sitting up from her push up bra clinging to them, and they stretched her shirt a bit tight over them. No cleavage showed, though, as her shirt was buttoned up fully.

She exited the elevator and went past the reception desk before knocking on the massive oak door and waiting to be invited in. Once that happened she'd enter and say hello.

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Jessa had been sitting at her desk since before anyone else got to work. She'd wanted to be there early to review just what she was going to do with Kaila. Her actions had been reported the night before and while most would simply expect the woman to be fired, Jessa had come up with a rather different idea. Sitting on her desk, freshly printed, was a new contract drawn up specifically for Kaila. Everything was prepared and ready for the woman to accept the terms. In fact everyone would be surprised if she didn't. The boob job hadn't been missed by anyone in the office and to lose her job after paying for such a thing would be financial ruin. The boss was wearing a short black skirt and a dark blue blouse and had a cherry lollipop in her mouth, slowly staining her lips and tongue red.

There was a knock at the door, soft and tentative, and a predatory smile spread over her face though she wiped it away before calling out. "Come in." When the door opened, Jessa sat up and flipped the contract around so it was facing the woman. "Please sit. I'm sure you know that I'm aware of what happened. I have decided to give you a choice on how to continue. You can either be walked out the front doors right now and file for unemployment or..." Leaning forward, she pushed the contract a little towards Kaila. "...you can sign a new contract. I can already tell you which one I would recommend. Read it through and see what you think is best for your career." In addition to the very specific caveats in the contract, Kaila would also notice it came with a sizable salary increase. A cherry on top as a way to ensure she would agree to the terms. Being CEO had its benefits, after all.

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Kaila entered quickly, and then moved over to sit. She folded her hands in her lap nervously. Her palms were sweating badly so she dried them against her thick thighs. Then clasped them and sat, watching and listening. When the sound of the paper scraping across the desk came she scooted forward, her big boobs straining against her shirt as she reached for it and slid it under her nose. She began to read, carefully.

"Wh... what?" she whispered and looked up at Jessa after the first section. "This... can't be legal, can it?" She said softly but went back to reading. A finger slid over the words but she gasped in relief at the harassment section. She got to the end finally and she blinked. "Production agreement... wait... WAIT... those cameras..." Her head jerked up, eyes suspicious. Then back to reading.

Special note... "WAIT WHAT?!" She said, head jerking up, eyes wide. "No obligation to untie the employee?! What if... what if it's a Friday?! I'm supposed to be live streamed for the whole weekend?! You don't work on weekends!" There was a weekend shift so she wouldn't be utterly alone, but they were skeleton crew and maintenance.

She finally turned to the final page and gasped, a hand covering her mouth, eyes bulging wide when she saw the images. "These... were what I was looking at..." she whispered. The irony was palpable.

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She watched with vapid interest as Kaila's eyes moved down the contract, growing wider as she took everything in one point after the other. "Legal? Hardly. But I'm giving you a choice after all. Sign the contract or leave the office." She pulled the candy out of her mouth with a loud pop and used it to gesture towards Kaila's boobs. "I imagine you're still paying for those. Remember I know how much you make now. This will be worth your while." While she waited for the woman to make the rather obvious choice, Jessa reached down and pulled open a drawer which contained bundles of thick rope coiled together, ready to go. "I assume you're properly dressed for work, are you not? I do hope you have underwear on otherwise this will get mighty interesting."

Jessa acted as though she hadn't heard the commentary but really she was letting Kaila stew in her thoughts for a moment as she brought the rope out, one bundle at a time, and laid them on her desk. "That is correct. You would be here all weekend if you weren't untied by the end of shift on Friday. Imagine holidays? The weekend crew is aware of this situation, too, so they would abide by the contract. Besides, you'll be getting a cut of everything that comes in from the live stream. If it's successful, we'll be accepting suggestions from the audience on just exactly what to do with you. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. I know I will. Now..." Using the rope, she pushed a pen across the desk towards Kaila. "Are you going to sign?"

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Kaila lifted the picture of the woman bound in rope so tightly it looked incredibly uncomfortable. Could she handle spending every day like this? Sometimes many days? An audible gulp came from her, but she felt the tingle of excitement and the twinge of her nipples getting hard and pressing against her bra. Then she saw them. The ropes. Rope... after rope... after rope... "H... holidays..." she gasped, but she was staring with giant eyes. She did need the money so bad.

Her eyes drifted to the pen as the rope pushed it to her. "Fuck it... this is crazy... you're insane... I'm insane" she stammered and snatched the pen. She whipped her signature on the page and shoved it back to the Boss and stood. Her hands were already grabbing her blouse and ripping it open. She yanked it off and threw it aside, leaving her in a bright pink satin bra that sat roughly an inch and a half above her nipples, holding her boobs tight, almost too tight. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, leaving her there in a bright pink, shiny satin thong. The indents on her hips were sunk deep in the softness from the straps and her bare ass was unlike her boobs. They were soft and smooth and round and every time she shifted they twitched, showing a hint of just how much they were going to move about while she hopped around.

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Just as Kaila affixed her signature, Jessa bit down hard on the candy, making it explode in her mouth with an obnoxiously loud crack. The young woman was already on edge and it would appear her boss was intent on making it worse before it got better. "Perfect, just perfect." Her commentary had more to do with the way Kaila looked as she stripped down to her matching thong and bra than anything, though she quickly grabbed the signed contract and secured it away in her desk. Getting up, she twirled her finger in the air with a short whistle to get Kaila to turn around, grabbing one last thing from within the drawer before approaching the woman. "Now, I can't have you complaining and whining the whole time you're tied up so you'll need a gag, too. Open."

When she opened her mouth, Jessa carefully wedged a red ball gag into place, securing the straps behind her head tightly enough that they dug into her cheeks by the time it was in place. "Now, let's get you in your new uniform." Grabbing the first coil of rope with one hand, Jessa used the other to bring Kaila's arms behind her back. It took a little fussing to get it started but it wasn't long before the silky rope started weaving around her biceps, each layer pulling tighter and tighter to get her arms as close together as possible. When about ten layers of rope had been applied, she tied the end off and wasted little time moving down to her elbows to repeat the process. The entire time she was humming a jaunty tune as though this were all completely normal, an expected part of the work day.

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Kaila was basically trembling now. She was so nervous and excited, but the whistle made her jump, showing Jessa just how stiff her implants were in that bra. Her bare ass came into view and it was glorious. So smooth and curvy it was hard to imagine a more fitting shape. Her hands jerked up and touched the giant ball as it moved to her lips. Her eyes bulged. "Holy shit that... hummmmmrg" and Jessa had to roll the giant rubber ball up and down, using Kaila's teeth for leverage and forcing her lips to stretch until they were turning white. "Mmrg... mmmuhrk"

Then she gasped, head drooping, cheeks burning from the squeeze of the straps as her arms were wrenched back. It wasn't gentle at all. Her elbows crashed against one another and she let out a high pitched sound. "Hmm mmmrfg... mMmmph!" she cried but the rope was like an iron vice, and her shoulders were forced back, her back arched as her shoulder blades bumped together. This caused her boobs to heave outward and squeeze against the bra harshly, the edges pressing into the skin and the skin swelling out of them shiny and smooth as it pulled tight.

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"Mmm yes, just perfect. Now you won't be causing anyone problems." Once her elbows were touching, Jessa grabbed more robe and began tying her forearms together. It would seem almost superfluous with how tightly her arms were already restrained but that wasn't the whole point. The same ten layers of rope were applied in three places along her forearm, just below the elbow, at the wrists and another set in between them both for good measure. Jessa rubbed her hands along Kaila's arms, feeling over the flesh bulging out over the edges of the rope. "See? It feels wonderful, doesn't it?" Her hand drifted down to her bare ass, giving it a pat firm enough only to make it ripple, as she reached for more rope. This time it went around her slim waist, tighter and tighter as the layers were applied and the rope sunk into her waist before being secured to the ropes around her forearms, blinding them tight to her body and leaving her little room to adjust.

Pushing on her shoulder, she had Kaila turn to face her so she could more easily wind the ropes around her boobs and make sure they were properly on display. The bra already did wonders for making them stand up proud but as the ropes were wound around her ribcage and tightened as much as they could be, it pushed them up just that little bit more. The ends of the rope were brought up over her shoulders and tied behind her back around the ropes binding her biceps, acting like a halter top to hold everything in place. Everything was tied together so when she moved even a little it would be felt everywhere. The last of the work that needed doing was her legs, Jessa crouching in front of Kaila as she grabbed longer ropes for her thighs. She wrapped around and around those smooth, creamy thighs, pulling tighter and tighter until not only was the flesh rolling over the edge of the ropes but it was turning white from the incredible tightness.

"You're not losing feeling in your legs right?" It was a casual comment that seemed to have little impact on her decision because Jessa kept tying the ropes, moving down to wrap more above and below her knees, making everything as tight as she could even down to her ankles. By the time she was done, the skin around the ropes at each point had turned white and she stepped back to observe Kaila for a moment, making sure she wasn't going to immediately topple over. "There, just perfect. Now for your first new task..." The contract that had been signed needed to go to HR for filing and initially Jessa was going to do it herself but now she had a better idea. Taking the document, she placed it back on the desk and grinned. "Pick up your contract and take it to HR like a good employee."

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Kaila's head rolled back, she gurgled out a groan as her arms were wrenched together really impossibly tight. Her hands flopped about as her arms were tugged and jerked and then her waist was sucked inward, the ropes biting deep into her waist and making the skin wrinkle and bunch around it. Finally her boobs were given a harness and they now looked so large and so tight and round that they were shiny smooth. The bra was so tight over them that they looked just about to burst out of the cups. They clearly weren't going to stay in there with too much jostling.

Her legs were throbbing by the time the ropes were finished. Especially the set at the top of her thighs were the soft, shapely muscles were smooshed together and the soft flesh was indented quite badly. But the time it was done she was trembling and bending her knees and hips as if she were about to fall over. "Hmmmmmrgp... mmmrfg... mmm?" She whined softly, face dark red from strain.

And then Jessa slid the paper onto the desk and Kaila's head tilted back and shook gently in dismay. "Hmmm mm mmhmhmhm... Mmm m mmrg?" She whined as if asking if this was really happening. She didn't move just yet, only flexing her arms and wiggling her hands to see if anything budges.

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Jessa grinned deviously as she watched the woman give into her baser desires now that she was all tied up, unable to move much at all. What little she could move would tug on her boobs, her arms, her cinched waist. Practically all the ropes were connected in some way to each other and it would become obvious when she tried.

"What's the matter Kaila? You're going to have to figure out how to do your new job." Moving beside her, Jessa rubbed her hands down over the woman's bound arms until she found that bubbly bare ass again. Her touch was soft, rubbing over the cheek before giving it a firm squeeze as she chuckled. "Get that filed."

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Kaila's face was badly strained. Her arms were tingling and her shoulders ached terribly already. Her thighs were pulsing with the beat of her heart because they were bound so tight. She could barely balance on her bare feet. Her head tilted back, the look in her eyes desperate, pleading. Perhaps she had changed her mind now that she understood just how insanely tight it would be. But Jessa... was merciless.

The hand gathered up her juicy ass and the fluff bulged dramatically between squeezing fingers and then the ''request'' was repeated. _This is my new job._

The thought finally dawned on her and she groaned, her jaw aching from being stretched so wide by the enormous ball. She looked over her straining shoulder at the desk. It was just right there. Lifting to her tip toes she shuffled, body teetering and tipping slightly side to side as she hobbled on her toes to shuffle back. Her knees bent and her bare ass bulged against the desk as the edge created a deep crease in the softness. Her hands found the desk and began to pat around, searching blindly for the document. "Mmmmrgph... mmmm... mmmmm?" She asked, pausing and looking up at Jessa as if asking if she was close.

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"Oh come on now, you can reach. You're flexible. Clearly." Jessa watched with a grin on her face as Kaila tried and failed more than once to grab the paper. She made no attempt to help, instead reaching out to pet her. Her fingers ran through the blond hair and then down her bound arms, this time taking an unhelpful direction to her boobs. Those orbs were incredibly strained, pushing the boundary of what the bra could hold.

Jessa dragged her fingertips along the swells of taut flesh, taking a test grope of them like she did with the woman's ass. There was little room for them to give way and what little it did pucker bounced right back when she let go. "We don't have all day you know. The girls have papers piling up waiting for the new delivery girl to make the rounds." She paused for a moment before leaning in and whispering. "That's you, by the way."

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Kaila tried to move her arms away from her body so her hands could reach further, but they just wouldn't. Instead it just squeezed the rope into her stomach worse and caused the skin to curl gently around the edges. Just as she managed to get one finger onto the paper and slide it closer by leaning back she felt the hand stroking down her aching shoulders and then over across her big newly enhanced boobs. "Mmmmmrgph" she huffed, looking down, eyes wide and then back up with a light scowl. "Mmfgph!" she growled and as they were given a little squeeze she growled again and jerked, twisting they away from the hands.

Then she blinked and jerked her head to stare up at Jessa. "Mm m Mmmmrgph?! MMMM?!" She mumbled incoherently, face flooding dark red. Delivery girl?! Like this?! The pronouncement made her forget she now could reach the paper, which was underneath one of her hands on the desk.

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Jessa was clearly not disturbed by her new delivery girl's grumblings. In fact it amused her to watch the woman's face drop as she seemed to realize just exactly what her position was going to be here. "You didn't really read the details did you? That's your new job. You are in charge of bringing everyone's paperwork where it needs to go. There are still deadlines so I hope you learn how to hop really quickly."

Reaching down she plucked at the thong straps to let them snap against her bare skin. "I wouldn't want to be you at the end of the day or week if your work isn't done yet. You'll get overtime and be stuck like this even longer."

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Kaila's strained face tossed back and she groaned in dismay. Her new job... was this? But when the bright pink strap was lifted and snapped back against her wide hip and dented the flesh once more she swayed dangerously before she growled. She could do this... she just had to really try. Her fingers moved and the paper folded up in her hand. She clutched it but not too tight for fear that wrinkling it might cause some sort of problem. Then she leaned herself forward, letting the weigh of her torso and boobs push her back to her feet. Gingerly she straightened up and her hips wiggled to balance.

Then she gathered herself, knees bending slightly, as did her hips and she jerked upright. Her bare ass loosened as it lifted off along with her and then snapped back down as she landed, jerking firmly before it jostled twice more back to a halt, almost like cold jell-o. Her boobs, though, barely moved more then a small shimmy. She still needed more practice so she only made it the one hop before needed to wiggle and sway to balance herself.

Then she repeated the action with the same result. This was going to be extremely slow unless she could get some sort of momentum going. So she tried a third time, this time when she landed she caught herself one feet ready to spring again and bounced upward, her bare cheeks rippled and vibrated as she hopped four times in row before needing to stop and balance. "Mmmmmrgph... mmm m mmmmh... mmmmf" she panted out grumbles of frustration as she teetered and swayed.

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Once Kaila managed to grab hold of the paper, Jessa's predatory grin widened. "That's a good girl, don't crumple the papers. As it's going to be your only task, I expect you to do it exceptionally well." The unspoken or else might have been evident in her voice but she wasn't intending to threaten her into doing a good job. The new situation was going to be more than enough motivation, she suspected, and she could always add more bondage to the mix if it looked like it was getting too easy. It hadn't been something Jessa had considered much before Kaila's proclivities were brought to her attention but, since then, she had poured a lot of time into research. The ropes and gag were one thing but there were others she had found that looked intriguing. Tape, plastic, and so on.

She watched the tiny hops the woman had to take to move anywhere and she knew it meant she had done the job just right. Jessa was determined to provide as little help as possible, though she did step ahead of her to open the office door for her. After all, if Kaila tried to open the door with papers in her hand they would surely be crushed. The staff had been given the same instructions in the memo that had been sent around. They were allowed to help her with doors and other such obstacles but otherwise they were not to interfere. Only observe, ogle, and enjoy. The only further assistance that Jessa provided was a stabling hand on Kaila's broad hip to keep her from falling over, her hand then moving over the soft, squishy flesh of her rear, squeezing enough for her fingers to cause dimples before letting go and watching as she continued her attempt at hopping.

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Kaila's face just kept getting more and more red as she bounced slowly. Jessa moved around her wide hips and straining shoulders and grabbed the door to open it for her. She swayed in place, teetering, her lovely hips shifting back and forth as she wavered but then caught her balance. "Mmmmg... mmmhu" she said by way of attempting to thank Jessa for her help. The giant ball made the sounds almost impossible to make out unless one took a second to think about it.

Her thong shimmered in the light, Jessa able to see it from her new vantage point. Her boobs attempted to lift and drop as she bent and heaved off with her toes once more. She got to the doorway and yelped as she stumbled, feet shuffling and her shoulders tossing back and forth as she lost her balance and Jessa's hand moved to steady her. Her wide, soft hip was gripped and then the hand moved over the lovely large half globe of her right ass cheek and squeezed. The flesh immediately gave way, molding like warm dough to the fingers.

As it was released the cheek just dropped right back into shape and Kaila looked at Jessa with straining eyes before she turned back to the hallway and bent her knees and then sprang forward, ass loosening and lifting before jerking sharply as she bounced. This tie five times before she had to lean against a desk with her hip. A moment later and she was bouncing again, this time she made it to the elevator and had to lean her hips far to the right and turn to get her hands able to reach the button. It was pressed and she panted, waiting for it to ding at the 10th floor. HR was on the 9th, her desk was on the 8th.

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"You're going to have to be careful around the office like that. I can't have you falling into people or otherwise injuring yourself in this new role." Jessa was speaking to her calmly as she followed her out of the big office, shutting the door behind them when she eventually hit the hallway. It was as though this was nothing more than Kaila having to learn a new job and not that she was stripped to her underwear, bound, and gagged and put on parade.

Jessa watched everything that could shimmy do so as she hopped, keeping a look out of the corner of her eye for any other employee to surprise them. She had asked for quiet at the inception of Kaila's new role added onto the fact that all the men had been cleared from this floor, too, in anticipation made it for a very quiet hop to the elevators. "You're going to get a lot of exercise doing this, keep that body toned and lovely, especially with everyone being spread across your floor." What she didn't tell her was that she had rearranged seating specifically to put distance between people who would work on the same tasks, forcing Kaila to have to spend her day hopping across the floor, back and forth.

Jessa stopped at the elevators, holding the door open for Kaila to hop through, grinning as she undoubtedly would have to brush against her to make it. As she passed through, Jessa gently smoothed a hand over her jiggling ass before giving it a playful little swat and stepping back out of the elevator. "You make sure you work well down there. I'll be getting reports. If I think you're slacking, I'll find something to add to your bindings."

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Kaila huffed as she bounced along, hopping slowly, but surely to the elevator. She managed to lean her bare hip far enough that her rapidly numbing fingers could finally fumble with the button until it lit up. She turned to look at Jessa as she stood there just staring at the bound woman. Her face was hot with a blush and she growled. "Hmmmmmm!" she said in protest to the words, but it was too late now.

*Ding!* The door slid open and of course, Jessa slid in to position herself in the doorway. Kaila coiled her legs and then pushed off and bounced into the elevator. Only for a hand to brush her bare hip and onto the large curve of her juicy ass. She stumbled and then... CRACK!

The hand slapped her cheek, sending it into wild wobbles, a wave of ripples spread over it until it came to a halt and she yelped, tipping against the wall with her shoulder. "Hmmm mm mMMMPH!" she growled but the doors slid shut. She let herself roll against the wall until her back was against it, panting hard she wiggled herself over, looking over her shoulder as best she could to punch the right button. She managed, thank god.

Then she hopped in place and waited. It didn't take long until it stopped and the doors slid open. Her face flushed red as she began to hop out of the elevator and then looked right and left, heart pounding hard as she looked up and saw cameras all down the hall. She blushed brighter and then just started to bounce, hopping down to where she remembered HR was.


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Shax had just entered the lounge and was getting himself some juice from the vending machine when the door practically flew open and the school nurse bustled in like she'd been rushing to catch the door before it closed behind him. He chuckled handing her the juice he just got before putting in the bills for another one. "So far, Knight's Hill is still as good a place as any. And the owner was nice enough to give me the more private room at the back of the motel. Right up against the treeline so I don't get woken up by cars throughout the night." Replacing his battered bear leather wallet to his pocket he moved towards the small couch against the far wall. It would be a good place to stretch his leg out, the blasted thing was starting to tighten up painfully.

He glanced back at Elizabeth smiling. "So just popping in to say hello or do you plan to stay for a little bit?" He asked hobbling his way to sit down upon the couch letting out a low pained sigh before rolling his pant leg up some and beginning to loosen the straps on his prosthetic rubbing the nub gently sighing deeply.

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Elizabeth took the juice he bought her, watching him as he ordered another one and made his way to the couch. From the way he was moving, and the way he sat down, she could tell that the prosthetic was paining him. She let him settle in before walking over and sitting next to him, sipping the juice. "The prosthetic hurting much? We have a gel you can apply in case of inflammation", she said in a concerned voice.

Then looking away from the leg, she replied to his question, "Well... just stretching my legs... I was in my office all day... now I am just waiting for the bell to ring. Well... if you are comfortable with Knight's Hill, then it might be a good choice... though I think the commute might wear you down. Also, there are perks of being in town."

Drinking the juice, she finished it, but held on to the can waiting for him to finish his. Indicating the empty can, "Thanks for this... I owe you one!"

[User] Shax let out a low relieved groan as he removed his fake leg and laid it on the couch besides him. The easing of tension almost instant, he was looking forward to the nub hardening up like a callous so he wouldn't feel the pain as much. Setting his rolled up pant leg on his thigh he sipped his juice slowly nodding at her point. "You are probably right about being closer to town, but right now I can only afford the motel. I did look at more permanent places around town, but the only good place I found that wasn't a two story deal was next door to a big blue four square house at the end of a cul-de-sac. But it's still out of my price range until I get some money back from Uncle Sam." Finishing up his juice he sighed nodded at her offer. "Sure anything to help take the edge off, I have some of the gel in my room at the motel, but forgot to bring it today." He chuckled weakly rubbing his throbbing leg some more.

[Assistant]
Elizabeth paused as he described the house he had seen, blushing slightly and realizing that it could be next to her place, she nodded and replied, "Tha-... that place sounds lovely! When do you expect the government payment to come through?"

Looking at inflammation on his leg, she got up to go get the gel. Hitting him with the "Be right back!", she quickly exited the room to go to her office and retrieve the gel. Taking deep breath to still her excited heart, she calmed down and decided to not play coy on what she was thinking.

Returning to the lounge, she handed him the gel and watched as he started applying it. Trying to sound nonchalant, she quipped, "I live in a big blue four square house at the end of a cul-de-sac". Letting the statement breath in the silence that followed, she hoped that it would be an incentive for him to move in quicker.

[User]
Shax sighed lightly as the gel began to work. It was cooling and heating up at the same time and he loved the confusion it caused his aching muscles. He made sure to cover the entire area thoroughly before handing the gel back and leaning back on the couch letting out another sigh. The air causing his leg to tingle all the way up past his groin and into his spine somehow. He handed her back the gel and shrugged at her question. "Hopefully in the next two weeks or next month, you know how big government works sometimes."

He chuckled catching her hint giving a wink. "Well, kinda wish I looked at the address closer, be nice to have a carpool buddy to go to work with." He felt the gel beginning to dry and began to roll his pantleg down. "Do you know anything about tweaking the straps of prosthetic legs to make them fit better? I'm thinking about getting it customized some and padded better, but now clue where to start or how." He admitted picking up his leg to examine it.

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Nodding to his reply about how government works, Elizabeth examined Shax's prosthetic as he strapped it back on with a professional eye. She could see the red marks where it was cutting into his leg before he rolled his pantleg back down. "If you want, why don't we move over to my office. I think I got some gauze we can use to pad it better", she suggested.

His comment about being carpool buddies made her chuckle a bit, though an image of them in the car alone made her feel a bit excited. She silently prayed that his payment would come quicker rather than later, and that the house he was looking at was indeed on her street.

Stepping aside so he could get up, she asked, "So... done with all your classes today? What did you feel about our little community?"

[User] Throwing his fake leg over his shoulder Shax followed the kindly nurse back to her office. It was more difficult to walk with one leg than a fake leg, but he managed it and sat himself down upon one of the firm little bed the paper crinkling under him as his weight landed upon it. He put his leg down besides him tweaking the binds lightly. He really should save some money up and get a more custom fit, this was handed to him from the hospital basically out of a closest or something he guessed. A proper fitted leg would cost him over two grand, maybe after he gets his payday from the government he'll find away to get one. For now he would rely on the skilled and tender hands of Elizabeth. "So Miss. Jones, do you have much experience with amputees like myself?" He asked rolling his pant leg back up.

[Assistant]
Elizabeth lead him to the nurses office, watching as he hopped along with his one leg, holding the prosthetic over his shoulder. Entering the office, she let him take a seat on an empty bed, quietly locking the door behind them to give them some privacy. Only once he had settled down did she go to the medical cabinet to get some gauze, tape, and more gel.

"No, Mr. Law... I can't say I have. Most of my training consisted doing first-aid, and dealing with small wounds. Though I think that most of your injury is dealt with by the government doctors", she replied as she arranged everything and washed her hands. Bringing everything over to him on a tray, she knelt before him, rolling up his pant leg to expose the amputation. Examining it with a professional interest, she saw the places where his prosthetic had cut into his skin. Applying more gel, with her fingers, she massaged his leg before turning her attention to the prosthetic.

Taking the 'leg' she saw where it connected to him. The rubber seemed a bit worn so she used some tape and attached some gauze pieces over the rubber, giving him an extra layer of cushion. "Okay... now attached it and see... do you feel better?", she asked, looking up at him as he sat on the bed.

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Shax did his best to not stare down the woman's shirt or think bad things as she knelt down between his legs to examine him. Keeping his eyes anywhere, but staring down at Miss. Jones's plump chest. He chuckled reading over the posted talking about lice and ticks. "Yeah government doctors that charge me a leg for pain meds, luckily I only have one left so my insurance has been able to cover most of it." He read a few more posters as she applied more gel and massaged the stump gently. She had wonderfully soft and strong hands, it made him wonder what else she could massage with them.

Feeling himself heating up he shook the thoughts away and moved to a poster about pregnancy, he quickly moved on from that and found one about flu season to read. He glanced down a few times to see what Elizabeth was doing to his leg in case he needed to do it again, she was good at it despite never having to do ti before according to her own words, but he supposed being a trained nurse means you have to be good at improvising and jury rigging fixes from time to time. Keeping his pant leg he watched her reattach the limb his thoughts still playing over his mind as hie body reacted to a beautiful woman being so close. Placing his arm over top his lap and wiggled his leg a little bit before he hoped off the bed his arm falling aside and his anatomy coming close to the woman's face for a few seconds before he quickly moved along testing the new fitting. "Wow it feels so much better, you sure you didn't get some kind of training this sort of thing? You are amazing at it." He chuckled doing a few laps around the little room they were in.

[Assistant]
Elizabeth had been focused when applying the gel and fixing the prosthetic. But once she had re-attached his leg and was done, she realized the awkwardness of her position, kneeling in front of him. She didn't say anything as he hopped off of the bed, though she did notice his bulge as it came close to her face, and began walking around, testing her 'work'.

He seemed happy with it, and she could tell that he was able to move in an easier fashion, as he complimented her on the work, moving around the room. Staying on her knees, she watched him move while shaking her head in a dismissive fashion, before slowly getting up. "I am a nurse... I am trained to treat wounds, do bandages, and other things. While I have never worked with an amputee before... I do know what needs to be done", she replied, happy that she was of use to him. "Come back anytime if you need help with this... I will gladly to this again."

Blushing slightly at the fact that the word 'gladly' had slipped in, she looked away, avoiding eye contact with Shax. Just then, the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, and a sudden noise was heard in the hallways as the students poured out of their classrooms, free for the day. "Well... I guess that is it. I will be leaving soon. Do you need anything else?"

[User]
Shax had been doing his best to shake the images from his mind as he walked about the little office testing the full range of motion his newly padded leg had. He hoped the additions wouldn't fall out after walking around for a bit, but they felt secure. "Well glad you know what to do all the same. I'd be lost and suffering otherwise, so thank you again." He heard the dismissal bell then looked at his watch, glad he had taken care and locked everything up during his last period. He could just grab his personal stuff and head home.

Though he could leave the attractive older woman without a joke. "Yeah that's it, all I need are some kind of social plans for the night. My motel room is great, but the TV reception is terrible and the only music station I get is hip hop nonsense that makes my ears bleed. This town have any good bars that aren't full of truckers looking to pick a fight?" He joked leaning against the door watching the woman the implication he might be asking her out for drinks hanging in the air between them.

[Assistant]
"Yeah, O'Shea's is an Irish pub that the locals use... nice place, away from the main street... no trucker", Elizabeth replied, a bit distracted as she started locking up her office. It was impertinent that the drugs cabinet be properly locked up as nobody wanted school kids getting access to them. While she wasn't carrying anything truly dangerous, there were some strong painkillers that could cause side effects if administered improperly.

She was packing her bag when what he was implying hit her. Blushing a bit, she turned to look at him leaning against the door watching her with a small smile as stammered back, "I... I... mean... yeah... give me a minute... I would love to join you!" Picking up her pace, she finished packing her bag and turned off the lights before they headed out, locking her door behind them.

"Do you want to go in my car? Or will you prefer to follow me in your own?", she asked as they headed towards the parking lot. The kids were busy getting ready for their after school clubs, while some of them were busy getting a bite at the cafeteria.

[User]
Shax chuckled at her blushing moving outside the office as she finished closing up for the day. Leaning against the wall he tapped his cane against the wall thinking of the last time he went out for drinks with a woman. It must been at least two years, in fact he hadn't been out for drinks with anyone in about that long. Work often kept him running around so much he only ever had the energy to buy a couple of six packs and enjoy them at his house most nights. Even then it took him a couple of days to finish them, he didn't have much of a social life he began to realize.

Which was both very sad, but made sense considering he would often spends days or weeks at a time out in the bush teaching his classes or doing his job with the Parks service. Maybe moving to this small town will help him get back into socializing with people rather than animals. And having a pretty woman with him on his first outing back into the game will be a good way to ease into it. As Elizabeth exited her office he kept pace with her as she walked towards the parking lot. "I'll follow you in mine, I don't know the town well enough and you never know you might not be able to stand me that long and will want to drive away in a hurry." He joked moving to his jeep which just so happened to be parked next to the pretty Nurse's own vehicle.

[Assistant]
They walked to the parking lot, to their cars which were next to each other. She was glad that no one interrupted the walk or asked her where she was going, she was too nervous and had a feeling she would have told a stupid lie rather than the truth. _Why can't I feel comfortable sharing the fact that I am going for a drink with my colleague,_ Elizabeth thought as she entered her car.

Maybe it was because of the tension she had felt between them, but she didn't want anyone to know that there were such feelings. Slowly pulling out of the parking lot, she looked in the rear view mirror to see his jeep pull up behind her. Once she was sure he was following her, she drove towards the Irish pub, knowing that it would be quiet at the moment. It usually got busy in the evenings and nights.

Tapping the steering wheel nervously, she drove slowly towards the pub, her heart pounding with excitement as she parked her car. Reminding herself that she shouldn't drink too much, as she needed to drive back to her place, she got out of the car just in time to see Shax pulling in. Waving him towards a parking spot, she waited for him to exit his vehicle. Walking with him into the dimly lit pub, she said, "So... what would you like? I think the corner booth would give us some privacy."


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The manor was larger than Killian had expected, though really he had little in the way of those to begin with; dealing with nobility was oftentimes unpredictable, even more so when they were as wealthy and intelligent as Master Dormer. Still, he felt well prepared for whatever he would find inside. He didn't have a pristine reputation for nothing, and he stood straight and tall as he approached the grand front entrance, rapping the back of his knuckles firmly on the polished wood.

He was there to act as a servant of sorts for the Dormer Manor. From everything he had learned about his employer, the man was a somewhat reclusive academic who was well-knowing in archaeological circles. He was understated, but undeniably influential in his field. Evidently the man's travels meant that he couldn't keep up maintenance with his home, and he also requested that Killian accompany him on whatever business trips would need to be conducted. All in a day's word, and Killian couldn't fault the man for his additional needs.

He let out a small hum as one gloved hand lifted to fiddle with the high collar of his shirt. He always prided himself on trying to be among the very best servant that money could buy, and he would of course give his most professional service to keep his reputation flawless. He was used to serving as a butler or personal assistant, but each person's needs were unique. He looked forward to learning Master Dormer's.

He was content to wait for a few minutes for the door to be opened. Sometimes clients liked to test him even before meeting---teasing his patience to see how long he would wait without wavering. Killian would, of course, never do such a thing; he stood straight-backed in his posture, and everything about him was in its prim and proper place, as he valued a first impression more than most other things. You only got one chance at those.

He busied himself by examining a small black book that he had tucked away in his breast pocket, eyeing the notes he had made on Dormer and highlight anything he should either do or not do. Some academics could be very particular, and Killian would always do his best to meet those particularities head-on. As it was, there was little to read and so he slipped the book away, only glancing up when the door started to open.

[Assistant]
H.T. Dormer took his time opening the door. He disliked it, but he was alone in the manor at the moment and had no choice. The previous person didn't work out at all. Few (or rather no one) compared with... well... that was a long story.

He did open the door eventually, filling the opening with his own tall and broad-shouldered frame. H.T. Dormer had the build of a dock worker, with the mind of an academic, in the garments of a gentleman; an immaculate tweed suit with vest and pocketwatch, and a blue tie.

He was old enough that his hair and beard was mostly gray-white, but showed no signs of frailty. Only his dark eyebrows continued to hold on to his original dark tones. He was also quite tan, either from his natural complexion or evidence of some exposure to the sun.

Clear blue eyes looked at the young man outside his door. After a lengthy pause H.T. Dormer gave a nod. "You must be the new maid. I suppose you better come inside." The foyer was impressive with hallways and doors and stairs going up to the second floor. Several large paintings filled the walls.

[User]
Apparently Killian was right in his thought that Master Dormer didn't have any other help in his home---either that, or the man was extremely rude to purposefully leave him waiting for so long. He hadn't got that impression from everything he knew of the academic, however, and he was content to wait until the large door swung open to reveal the man in question.

Killian immediately straightened his already immaculate posture, bowing at the hip and placing a hand on his chest. "Master Dormer, yee? It's a pleasure to meet you." He stood again, noting that the older man held himself with all the dignity and confidence of someone secure in their position. Dormer was intelligent and I fluently in his field; he had every right to that confidence.

The long pause was met with that same polite smile from Killian, who showed no unease as he was appraised. "Thank you very much. That's right, I am here at your service." He stepped across the threshold and glanced briefly around the impressive foyer, soon focusing back on his employer.

"You have a lovely home, Master Dormer."

[Assistant]
"I know." said Dormer. "But it is rather dusty. It has been some days since the last person was let go." He looked up and around, as if it was visible in the air. It wasn't. "Killian, eh?" He hadn't given his own name either, but they had apparently both been informed of each other. "Let me show you around. This way." His words were direct, and his voice was deep, but there wasn't any arrogance or hostility in it.

Pointing at some rooms and doors, H.T. Dormer listed kitchen, pantry, library, sitting room, dining room, and others. Upstairs there were more. Master bedroom, guestrooms and bathrooms. Some of the rooms had been children bedrooms many years ago when a family had lived here.

Not too far from the master bedroom, he opened the door to a smaller room (but large for a servant). "This is yours. If you have other accommodation, you can keep the contract for a month, for which you will be reimbursed. Meanwhile, you will be required to live here. If the employment is terminated, you can return to your old arrangement. After a month, we shall conclude your employment here is long term and you can end any other contract."

Entering the room, he indicated a large wardrobe and other furniture. There was also a big bed. "You will be required to wear a uniform in the house. If you accompany me outside the house, there are other clothes here, which you must wear. You will also find everything you need for personal grooming. I have particular standards." He opened the wardrobe showing uniforms with skirts and other women's clothing.

[User]
"Well I can promise to banish the dust from your home. Everything will be spick and span." He smiled and inclined his head in a small now, following Dormer's gaze as if to see the invisible specks of dirt that sullied the hall. Honestly the space looked clean to the untrained eye---but thankfully Killian was certainly trained enough to identify where needed the most work.

He followed in the older man's step, making mental notes of the various doors that they moved past. It would take some time for him to have a full map of the manor in his head, but if he planned on staying long-term he would have to work quickly. He paid particular attention to the rooms that likely saw the most use: the study, kitchen, dining room, master bedroom, and of course, his own allocated quarters.

"You're very generous with your hospitality, Master Dormer." Killian said as he stepped into the room, smiling and placing the suitcase neatly on the dressing table. It was much grander than he'd expected, and he took a moment to peer out the large window to the vast grounds outside. It was a lovely view. "I'm currently on a rolling rental contract, so I can relocate immediately. I'm at your service, Sir." He tilted his head slightly as Dormer motioned towards the wardrobe, opening it up to reveal the uniform that was hanging inside.

At this, Killian blinked, somewhat confused. The uniform was clearly for a female servant, with frilly skirts and delicate lace. He wasn't sure what to make of it. "This is... for a lady servant...?" He trailed off in question, lifting a slender eyebrow. Perhaps a new set was on order and hadn't yet arrived. "My apologies, Master Dormer, are they the right clothes?"

[Assistant]
"That is correct." said Dormer. "It is a requirement for the position, which is substantially compensated. If that is not acceptable, you are free to leave at this time." He stood quiet for several long seconds, before continuing. "Furthermore, you will remove all bodily hair. Except from your head. Feel free to grow that even longer. There is make-up in your dresser. You will use that without exaggerating. Subtle, is the word."

H.T. Dormer stepped back. "We have a gardener four hours a day during weekdays, and a cook for two hours every evening for supper. You will prepare breakfast, lunch and tea, and serve the supper, in addition to cleaning and attending my personal needs. Now I'll leave you to get familiar with your room and the house. You may present yourself in my study, when you are ready."

Dormer turned on his heel and headed downstairs, presumably postponing any additional questions or discussions to a later time.

[User]
Killian also stood in silence for those few moments once Dormer indicated that there would be no alterations to the working uniform. This wasn't something he had expected when he accepted the job, and he cleared his throat as his cheeks took on a faint hint of pink. It would be very embarrassing to wear such gendered clothing, but the position was generously compensated. More to the point, Killian had never disappointed a client yet---he wouldn't let this be his first. Academics could be eccentric, and Killian simply put it down to that.

"I will... changes then. Thank you, Master." He bowed his head as the other man left the room, letting out a long sogh when he was alone. He approached the wardrobe and withdrew the black dress, looking at it with a small frown. It was the stereotypical maid affair, with frilly sleeves and wide skirts. There was no point in delaying, and Killian sighed again before moving into the nearby bathroom. He didn't have much body hair to begin with, and shaving didn't take much time. He found the smoothness of his skin to be surprisingly pleasant, so there was at least one hidden benefit to this whole escapade.

Dressing was also simple; there were a few tricky lace ribbons that he needed to finesse into place, but when he was finished he examined himself in the mirror. It was strange, almost like looking at someone else. He fiddled with the edge of the skirts and then shifted his attention to the vanity. Makeup was something he had very little experience with, so he decided to simplify the process: a few dabs of pale pink blush to highlight his cheekbones, and a careful touch of eyeliner. Dormer had wanted something understated, and Killian hoped that would do.

His shoes were shiny black pumps that were thankfully comfortable, the white tights adoring his legs offering enough cushioning as he walked briskly from his quarters. He walked the same routine that the Master had first directed him through, reinforcing the mental map he was making of the manor. It would take some time, but he had an excellent memory. Once finished, he made his way to the study as he'd been directed, knocking lightly on the door and waiting until given leave to enter. He stepped inside, looking only slightly embarrassed as he held the flared skirts down in front of him. "Master Dormer, I hope this is acceptable for you?"

[Assistant]
Dormer sat in his study as expected. He was reading with one knee over the other. Having given permission to enter, Dormer finished his current paragraph before looking up to see his new maid.

There was not much emotion to read from his face, but there was something subtle. A slight widening of his eyes and a glance towards a framed photo on his desk. "I think that is good enough, Killian. Come a little closer. Turn around. Yes. Quite acceptable."

He picked up a piece of paper from the desk and handed it to his new servant. "I wrote down my usual schedule. You should have it memorized by tomorrow." The list contained things like mail, meals, work time, baths, drinks, and much more. "If something is omitted, I'm sure you'll pick it up."

He glanced at a clock on the wall. "You should clean and tidy the house until tea. After you have served me, you can have yours in the kitchen. I usually have one sandwich, one scone, tea with milk, one lump of sugar. Some variation is nice."

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Killian wasn't sure what to make of his new employer. The man was clearly eccentric, with peculiar tastes and habits, but that didn't mean he was a bad person. Everyone was entitled to their own quirks, and he liked to try and see the best in people.

He cleared his throat as he was told to move closer, that faint blush deepening a little while he gave a slow turn on the spot to fully show off his new attire. He was sure that the frilled skirts rose a little too high to be strictly professional, but that was likely because he was a little taller that the intended wearer. It couldn't be helped. "Thank you, Master." He replied, bowing his head slightly at the simple assessment before taking the piece of paper.

It would be rude to look when Dormer was speaking to him, so he slipped the note into his breast pocket and nodded at the instruction. "I will have it done." Servants had to have good memories, and Killian prided himself on being one of the best. "Very well, Master. Shall I fetch you when the tea is ready on the hour?" Some people didn't appreciate being disturbed, even when the schedule dictated as much. Killian didn't want to be making any mistakes on his first day.

Whatever the response, he would respond in the affirmative, bowing deeply from the waist before excusing himself from the study to begin his first daily routine through the manor. While he worked, he occasionally checked the paper Dormer had given him to make sure that he wouldn't miss dinner time. He repeated the schedule through his mind as he dusted and wiped, gradually making his way through the many halls of the impressive house.

[Assistant]
"That'll do, Killian." Dormer gave a nod.

He looked down and continued reading without another word, turning the page after every couple of minutes. When enough time had passed and tea was ready, Dormer finally closed his book and put it down on the desk, walking alongside his new maid towards the sitting room where tea was served as instructed. Here, he sat down in a comfortable chair and watched as Killian poured tea and milk from a small pot and mug. Meanwhile, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt; showing muscular forearms.

The older man finally spoke up. "What do you like to do in your spare time, Killian."

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It was easy enough to prepare the tea as requested. Using what was in the pantry---and assuming it was all to the Master's taste---Killian had made a cream cheese and salmon sandwich, using raspberry jam and cream for the scone to compliment the classic hot tea that it would come with. Having something to focus helped to distract from the embarrassment over his attire, even if there was some residual awkwardness that was tight in his chest.

He leaned over the table to pour Dormer his tea, setting the plates before stepping back slightly and clasping his hands at the small of his back. The question surprised him slightly, as most families he had served didn't typically care about their servant's casual time. Still, he was happy enough to answer.

"I enjoy painting, Master. I am only amateur level, but it is a very soothing hobby." He glanced down towards the back of Dormer's head, tilting his own slightly. "I also bake. Cakes and pastries, that sort of thing." He had quite the secret sweet tooth.

[Assistant]
Dormer looked up at Killian's face as he served. This was the closest the two had been physically, so far. The older man had a scent of the salty sea, a natural musk and leather; possibly from the bound tomes he handled all day.

"Those are admirable interests, Killian." said Dormer tasting his tea and seemingly finding it acceptable. "If things work out, I might bring you along on one my field trips. There are often needs to make sketches and we could put that to good use. I was in Cairo two months ago, and while my own sketches are adequate, well, they don't look good when I need to work quickly. I would like to see some of your works. We usually order pastries along with all the other goods we get delivered to the house. I'll leave you to adjust our order, if you need ingredients."

He took a big bite from the sandwich, chewed and swallowed before speaking up again. "I will take a bath before supper, if you can have it ready by half past six. That'll be all."