Page 35 of The Secret Club
“Ahhh. Funny name for it.”
“It is, but that’s ok. Think covering you in chocolate spreadand being licked from head to toe. Or having to lick whipped cream from places you never thought you might be licking whipped cream from. Also, I should give a disclaimer—food most likely will be inserted into places that it may never have been inserted before if you catch my drift.”
“Ok, yep, I catch your drift. Did you enjoy it?”
“I absolutely did enjoy it. By the end, I was full to the brim of food, and that’s not including the food in my tummy,” Sophie says with a wink.
I want to ask more, all the details, what kind of food. But we only have 5 minutes before we are due to be on shift.
“You make it sound fun. I’m not opposed to it. More intrigued. What about the other job you mentioned?”
“Look out for the Pet Play one. Now that one is a hoot. They’ll dress you up as their favourite animal, tail and all. You have to spend the time being an animal and abiding by their every whim. Sexually I mean. And these pet play guys, they’re all deviants I swear. Don’t judge me but I kinda get off on it. It’s so wacky and unusual, and completely filthy, I dig it.”
“You mean you have to crawl around on all fours and actually act like a pet?”
“That’s exactly what I mean. Collar and all. And who knows what kind of a pet you might be!”
“You didn’t click on the job to see?”
“Nah, not anymore. I used to read all the job posts but I feel like when you’ve read them a few times, you don’t need to read them all the time anymore.”
“And you didn’t fancy doing this job yourself?”
“Sam is taking me away and that job falls across the dates. Sadly. Otherwise hell yeah, I would likely have applied for it. Look, it’s not for everyone. But I enjoy them so I thought I’d mention both to you, especially now you have access to the Amber job board.”
“Ah thank you so much, I appreciate the heads up on them. I don’t know if I’d have gone for them without having even this tiny insight into them. But if you have done them, maybe I can give them a go. I guess management thinks I can handle it seeing as they’ve allowed me access to apply for these types of jobs.”
“You can definitely handle it. If you have any questions about them when you see them, give me a call,” Sophie offers warmly. “Come on, we’d better dash now. You can tell me all about your sister’s party whilst we work.”
“Despite the fact I had the best time, turns out that wasn’t the highlight of my night,” I say cryptically as we leave. Sophie raises an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you about that little endeavour over lunch,” I tease, knowing she’ll hate the suspense, and on cue Sophie screws up her face and pouts. Her auburn hair falling around her face as she re-does her high ponytail.
“That’s four hours away!” she complains and I laugh.
“I’m sorry! It’s not a story for the café but I promise it’s a good one.”
“Sigh,” says Sophie dramatically. “Ok, I can wait. But you had better dish the deets the moment we’re in the car, I can’t be waiting until lunch is served.”
And with that we head into the Marion Café and begin our 4 hour morning shift together.
The morning is busy and flies by, in no time at all Ava and Thomas arrive to take over our shifts and we have lunch together. I put Sophie out of her misery and give her the steamy details of my ‘dream’ experience. I feel like Sophie is a safe person to confide in about work or home. There is no one I would tell in myreallife about the way James had sex with me in my sleep. They would be horrified but Sophie wasn’t the slightest bit phased. She said she’d taken a somnophilia kink job and she didn’t mind it at all. Afterall, she was literally paidto sleep—even if she was fucked whilst she was sleeping. I make a note to look out for those jobs myself, although could anyone else be as good as James?
When I get to my office, I feel heavy. Working for myself has lost its luster since I first started working at the Clarendon, even more so now I’m a Clarendon Playmate. I took the Clarendon to top up my salary and to keep my little business running. But now, I wonder if that was the right decision. Instead of jumping straight into my orders to pack. I open the Clarendon Playmates Portal and click on the Amber job board and start scanning for the two jobs Sophie had referred to. And there they were:
Wednesday 6pm – 3hrs, MM/FP, Sploshing $4,000I would like to eat my favourite food from your body. I also have a thing for inserting certain food objects into your body and then eating or sharing them with you. I also enjoy joining in and having food lathered over my genitals for you to lick and suck clean. Things will get messy, sticky and downright delectable. This job is a degustation meal of my desires. Are you ready to be served?
Friday 8pm – 12hrs, MM/FP, Pet Play $15,000Be my man’s best friend for an overnight stay. I will have you looking like my pet dog, acting like my pet dog, eating like my pet dog. You will be at my beck and call like the perfect pet, servicing me as I request. I have a collar, dog bed, pet bath, dog bowl, tail & ears. You will be naked other than the items I give to you. I would like blow jobs when I am eating my dinner. I would like to fuck you whenever and however I want. I am good to my pets, take care of them and love them. Can you be my perfect pet?
I probably shouldn’t but all I can see right now is $15,000 for 12 hours.Fifteen thousand dollars.What would I do for $15k? Could I allow someone to treat me like a pet? Could I be an actual animal? How hard can it be? It makes the Sploshing job look like child’s play. If I did both this week, I’d be able to pay $19,000 off my ridiculously large mortgage. Or at least some and a holiday.
I feel a sense of excitement. Where would I ever get the opportunity to work for 15 hours and earn such a large amount of money? I don’t want to miss these two jobs, I want to apply for them immediately. But should I? I still need to run them passed James, that was the deal for me being a playmate. But he won’t mind this once, especially the money. And Sophie said I’d be fine and would be able to cope. She’s done both jobs before and put my mind at rest. I mean, how bad can they be? In the end I decide to screenshot the jobs and text them over to James.
I see the message dots appear and disappear, so I know James received the photos. He’s clearly wording a big message. I regret not just phoning him or waiting until I got home. Eventually my phone pings whilst I’m finally packing my business orders, and I pounce onto the phone.
Sploshing is a new one on me, but you love food so maybe that’s a match made in heaven? Pet Play sounds extreme. Think carefully about it. It’s a long time to be with someone you don’t know, 12 hours. You don’t need to do this. Do not think about the money. Think about you.
And that’s why I love him. I need to think carefully about being with someone for that amount of time. Using my body. Playing with their body. I’m trying to think really seriously but the money is ringing in my ears, flashing behind my every thought. Maybe this is just one of those things I need to experienceand worry about it after. I’m certainly not opposed to being treated like an animal. If I’m completely honest, I’m a heady mix of curious and aroused.That has got to be a good sign,I think to myself. I know I should be cautious but how will I know if I don’t try? I want to try. And the club wouldn’t allow the member or the kink to go ahead if it was bad for me… I reply to James:
The timeframe is long I know, but the idea turns me on. I want to experience it and do both. I admit the money is also swaying me. But I can do it, I want to do it. For us.
