Page 7 of Sin For Me

"I'm pretty sure you can't fit anywhere on my bed." She says on a whisper and the sound travels straight down my body and settles in my dick.

I have to remember that I'm about to hire her own as a video content worker. I can't be trying to fuck her right now. "Well, I'll never know. As your boss the only bed I want to see you on is in one of these rooms."

"Oh... I'm here to see you."

If you weren't, I don't think I'd be standing here."

"You're Tru?" Her voice goes up in pitch.

"Yeah and you're not Brittney. I need your ID and your real name. I won't call you it but I can't hire anyone unless I can prove they are of age and not on some America most wanted list. You understand right." I put my hands out and wiggle my fingers for the ID.

"What are you going to do with my ID?"

She asks, staring at me.

"What does it matter? You got a record?"

"No, nothing like that."

She looks away from me and I know that fucking stance, she's hiding from someone and whoever it is may be looking to find her.

"You running from your husband?" I ask and a twinge of something bubbles inside my chest.

"No, my father." She admits.

"Your father, why the hell would you be running from him." I didn't understand what a grown woman was doing running away from daddy.

She doesn't answer me, just stares at me for a few seconds, longer. This woman is small and a bit quiet, but there's no denying that fire inside of her.

I wiggle my fingers again, and she lets out a huff before she hands over her ID and says, "My real name is Babette, but I prefer everyone call me Brittney. I'm 21 years old and I'm not on any wanted list. I swear."

“Babette? Are you serious?” She rolls her eyes and gestures to the ID she’s holding out for me. I take and look at it. I take a photo of the back and front with my phone. Everything checks out. "Okay, Brittney, you're hired. I'll need you to start tomorrow." I hand her back her ID.

"Really? Just like that?"

"Yup, we had to let a few people go, and we need someone ready for those cameras tomorrow." I tell her. "I'll have Sid let you know what time you need to be here and if you need to bring anything besides your regular clothing."

She nods furiously, a huge smile on her tiny face.

I just want to run my thumb over her lips, but I know I can't, she's not for me. This Babe is for my customers.

6

Babette

My first day at the job was so easy. I spent the majority of my time in a school girl outfit bending over so people could see my butt. No one came in to touch me. No one was yelling nasty words for me and for every hour that I was in there I was earning two hundred dollars minimum. That was going to be more than enough to get me out of my shit room share. I did about a week of this when the first request came in for me to do some couple work. Sid let me know that I was going to be working with another man. We weren't going to have sex but the customers wanted me to have him use a dildo on me.

Of course I had to put a stop to that. I'm not going to be deflowered on camera for someone to pay me a few coins.

"I'm not going to do it. You said I wasn't going to be having sex. So why do I have to work with him?" I walk up on Tru who is trying to set up one of the theme rooms with his workers. He seems upset that I'm just walking up on him. Every time I pass by his office or see him in the bar area he's being flanked by women just pawing over him.

If I knew what to do, I'd be doing the same thing, but something about forcing myself to do that makes me feel silly. I'll leave sexing big men like Tru to the women who know what the hell are thy doing.

"Babe, I told you that you wouldn't have to fuck anyone but I did tell you that you were selling a dream. You agreed to that. This scenario was included in those papers that you signed." Tru looks pointedly at me.

I did sign all the paperwork he gave me when I started working here. I didn't really read it. I just skimmed it. I was in a hurry to get started. I was so excited to finally be out of that bar. I thought I knew everything that they could ask, I didn't think it would include this.

"I didn't agree to that." I cross my arms over my chest.

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