Groupies Don't Count
After daddy died, mom and I were left with nothing. We had do sell the house, get new jobs, and give up any kind of luxury that a normal person would have. We could barely pay the rent for our tiny little three room smelly apartment. The only food we had to eat was the little scraps that I could sneak from my job at the diner downtown. We were miserable and things were getting worse. Mom was diagnosed with cancer and died a few months later.
I was sitting at the tiny card table in the living room that I would have to give up after mom's funeral. Tears were still streaming down my face. They hadn't stopped since the day she left me. I tried to focus on what I would do, where I would go, but it just wasn't coming to me. I couldn't think straight...and then I realized I forgot to call in sick at work.
"There goes my job...." I muttered to myself.
I was at my wits' end. I came to the conclusion that I would have to stay with relatives until I found my feet again. Every minute detail about the horror of staying with grandma or aunt anna raced through my mind...and I began to cry harder. All was lost. Come to think of it, I didn't even have my virginity anymore.
* *ding * the lightbulb turned on. That's what I could do! I won't even have to think about it! it's pure nature! It would be so easy. I had a nice body and I had "done it" before...it would save me from the rut I was in.
just then the phone rang. A slightly nasally voice on the other end started to speak before I could even say hello.
"is this sarah?" he asked.
"yes it is may I ask who is speaking?"
"you don't know me...but I have a....friend...and he would like...some...um..services."
"I'm sorry?" I didn't quite understand what he meant at first. But then it hit me. I had barely hatched the idea before I was getting offers for my new business! This would save me after all!
He gave me an address and I changed into some rather exciting underclothes, then a sexy dress that wasn't too dressy....just right.
I drove for over an hour before I found the place. It was by far the creepiest house I had ever seen, even from the movies. It had a huge gate in the front with a cheesy little sign that said "enter at your own risk". Past the gate was a long path lined with dying trees and sagging bushes. The outline of a huge house stood behind the path, shadowed in the mid evening light.
I parked my car and opened the gate with some difficulty. It made a terrible racket as I struggled to slip inside, but I managed not to mangle my clothing and still get in ok. It took a while to walk down the long path in the stiletto heels (a gift by the way) that went so beautifully with my red dress. As I walked along, I noticed a pale face in one of the upstairs windows. I thought he was looking at me, but I couldn't tell really because the face vanished in a flash. Someone was ready for me, whoever it was.
When I reached the door, the thought of leaving right then and there crossed my mind. Needless to say, I was a little creeped out. But I rang the bell and waited for some creepy thin guy ( in my imagination ) to answer. After a few seconds, the door opened a crack and I heard a tiny giggle from within. Then it opened the entire way and a thin, red haired, beautiful woman in domestic garb and with a smirk on her face stared at me. she didn't say anything, only motioned for me to step inside. It was freezing inside, despite it being very comfortable outside. I could see my breath but wasn't worried about that. The entire foyer was covered in cobwebs, the clock in the corner in terrible disrepair, the floors looking like they hadn't been cleaned in ages.
"wait here, I'll see about the arrangements." She said suddenly.
"sorry, but...is this where I'm supposed to be? You were expecting me, right?" I inquired.
She only laughed a dry laugh and headed up the stairs. I looked around a little, at paintings on the walls, stuffed game, and just the structure of this place. After a few minutes, I noticed two white doors on the far side of the room. Rather than having the decrepit appearance of the rest of the room, they shined with polish and looked freshly painted as well. Curiosity was building....but I kept ahold of what professional instincts I had and kept away from them. Minutes later the domestic came back downstairs and announced that I was to follow her.
The stairs creaked and snapped as I climbed them, and I was a little worried that they would give way, but kept going just the same. Then I looked up and noticed that the domestic was wearing fishnet stockings. This struck me as really weird, and I wondered if she really was a maid and all. She obviously didn't do much cleaning or anything. Before I could inquire about her function in the house, her mysterious voice rang through the hallway.
"the master awaits your company in here" she said rather dryly. I sense a little annoyance in her tone, and gave her a little glare as I stepped inside. She closed the door behind me and I heard footsteps going back down the hall.
I looked around the room. It was almost completely dark, except for a small lamp in the corner. It was a fairly small room, with a little dresser against one wall and a twin bed in the middle covered by a net. No one was there. I was completely alone and felt really stupid. How dare they let me alone with my guilt and stupid last minute thoughts? I sat down on the bed and just stared around the room for about a half an hour...and then I remembered that she said...the master awaits my company in here. Well this room is empty sister, I thought.
I suddenly got very very tired. I lay down on the bed in hopes of just drifting off to get away from the strange thoughts that crossed my mind. I fell into a light sleep very quickly. I had a dream...about a lot of people dancing around with their hands on their hips. I woke up thinking that it was very strange...but didn't have time to think about it.
There was a person sitting on top of me. just kneeling over my legs and staring at my face. Not my body, just my face. The light in the corner told me it was a woman....but the pressure on my leg told me it was a man. I was about to say something but words completely eluded me. instead, he spoke.
"Welcome. I see that you received my phone call. I am very glad you could make it."
he had the most amazing velvety smooth voice I had ever heard. He made even those polite words sound more sensual than any lover I had ever had in the past. He must be the master, I thought, not with difficulty.
I tried to answer back, but he put his hand to his lips. Instead of going to work though, he sat me up, took me by the hand, and kissed it gently.
" I hope you've packed a toothbrush...this may take a while." He announced.
I had NO idea what he meant by that, and tried to ask why, but he silenced me again and got up to leave. He motioned for me to follow and so I did. We left the room and outside in the hall were three other people. the domestic I had seen earlier was there, but she was accompanied by a skeletal, pale man with long blonde hair, a pointy nose and a hump. Next to him was a girl with flaming red, almost pink hair cut almost up to her ears, wearing the most glittering display of a tap dance recital uniform, reminding me of my own recital. Except that mine wasn't nearly that...loud. She was chewing gum as loudly as a human person can I suppose, and flashed me the widest smile I had ever seen. They were introduced as Magenta, Riff Raff, and Columbia. I smiled and before I could say anything like "pleased to meet you" they all walked away. I think Columbia muttered something like.."not another one!" but I couldn't quite tell.
Soon I was following the master again, who still hadn't introduced himself. We walked down a long hallway and entered a small dining room. There were chairs all around and mismatched place settings. I looked from the table to the interestingly dressed man and he motioned for me to sit down. That's when I fully noticed what he was wearing. It was a black ensemble typically worn by women...when they are feeling especially...well....randy. it was accompanied by black platforms, fishnets, and very loud makeup. It looked like a Halloween comtume to me.
I sat down in the chair nearest to where he was sitting, and he told me that I was to call him 'frank'. I agreed and told him that my name was sarah. Seconds later, the door opened and the domestic came in with a small platter with vegetables on it. Nothing else. She also had a little change in attire, changing from the maid's uniform into a rather revealing number. I don't know quite what I should call it. She dropped the plate on the table and hurried out of the room, trying to stifle a smile, while receiving a rather angry look from frank. Whatever it was, he knew where she was headed. I tried to fathom what it was, but he spoke to me once more.
"now, there is a lot of explaining to do. I hope you don't mind...but..um...you will need to stay here for a while. Payment for your stay...will not be necessary." He looked kind of guilty as he said this, but I was too confused to notice.
"wait a minute, I thought you wanted my 'services' for the evening. Was I correct in thinking YOU would be paying ME?" I managed to stutter out.
"I didn't call you for prostitution, my dear, I called you for training." He said back, with a playful little tone that just about drove me up the wall.
I just sat there with a confused look on my face, and he seemed to notice how baffled I was because he gave me a little grin then ran his finger under my chin. He went back to chewing the rest of his carrot and then looked up again. He held out his hand and I took it. the leather of his fingerless gloves was cold, but then warmed when my body heat touched them. He squeezed it tightly then led me away from the room and back into the room that I had awoken in just moments before.
As my eyes became accustomed to the poor lighting in the chamber, I noted that the scene had been changed a bit. Instead of the little lamp in the corner, candles all around the room provided all the light needed. The bedclothes had been changed and didn't smell quite as musty as before. There was a slight perfume hanging in the air...too dull to quite put one's finger on but just enough to put someone in the mood.
I eyed Frank carefully, but couldn't see what his plan was by the expression on his face. I knew that I would leave this room knowing exactly what my new job would include, but that was all.....it was clear that this was to be.....no picnic.
After daddy died, mom and I were left with nothing. We had do sell the house, get new jobs, and give up any kind of luxury that a normal person would have. We could barely pay the rent for our tiny little three room smelly apartment. The only food we had to eat was the little scraps that I could sneak from my job at the diner downtown. We were miserable and things were getting worse. Mom was diagnosed with cancer and died a few months later.
I was sitting at the tiny card table in the living room that I would have to give up after mom's funeral. Tears were still streaming down my face. They hadn't stopped since the day she left me. I tried to focus on what I would do, where I would go, but it just wasn't coming to me. I couldn't think straight...and then I realized I forgot to call in sick at work.
"There goes my job...." I muttered to myself.
I was at my wits' end. I came to the conclusion that I would have to stay with relatives until I found my feet again. Every minute detail about the horror of staying with grandma or aunt anna raced through my mind...and I began to cry harder. All was lost. Come to think of it, I didn't even have my virginity anymore.
* *ding * the lightbulb turned on. That's what I could do! I won't even have to think about it! it's pure nature! It would be so easy. I had a nice body and I had "done it" before...it would save me from the rut I was in.
just then the phone rang. A slightly nasally voice on the other end started to speak before I could even say hello.
"is this sarah?" he asked.
"yes it is may I ask who is speaking?"
"you don't know me...but I have a....friend...and he would like...some...um..services."
"I'm sorry?" I didn't quite understand what he meant at first. But then it hit me. I had barely hatched the idea before I was getting offers for my new business! This would save me after all!
He gave me an address and I changed into some rather exciting underclothes, then a sexy dress that wasn't too dressy....just right.
I drove for over an hour before I found the place. It was by far the creepiest house I had ever seen, even from the movies. It had a huge gate in the front with a cheesy little sign that said "enter at your own risk". Past the gate was a long path lined with dying trees and sagging bushes. The outline of a huge house stood behind the path, shadowed in the mid evening light.
I parked my car and opened the gate with some difficulty. It made a terrible racket as I struggled to slip inside, but I managed not to mangle my clothing and still get in ok. It took a while to walk down the long path in the stiletto heels (a gift by the way) that went so beautifully with my red dress. As I walked along, I noticed a pale face in one of the upstairs windows. I thought he was looking at me, but I couldn't tell really because the face vanished in a flash. Someone was ready for me, whoever it was.
When I reached the door, the thought of leaving right then and there crossed my mind. Needless to say, I was a little creeped out. But I rang the bell and waited for some creepy thin guy ( in my imagination ) to answer. After a few seconds, the door opened a crack and I heard a tiny giggle from within. Then it opened the entire way and a thin, red haired, beautiful woman in domestic garb and with a smirk on her face stared at me. she didn't say anything, only motioned for me to step inside. It was freezing inside, despite it being very comfortable outside. I could see my breath but wasn't worried about that. The entire foyer was covered in cobwebs, the clock in the corner in terrible disrepair, the floors looking like they hadn't been cleaned in ages.
"wait here, I'll see about the arrangements." She said suddenly.
"sorry, but...is this where I'm supposed to be? You were expecting me, right?" I inquired.
She only laughed a dry laugh and headed up the stairs. I looked around a little, at paintings on the walls, stuffed game, and just the structure of this place. After a few minutes, I noticed two white doors on the far side of the room. Rather than having the decrepit appearance of the rest of the room, they shined with polish and looked freshly painted as well. Curiosity was building....but I kept ahold of what professional instincts I had and kept away from them. Minutes later the domestic came back downstairs and announced that I was to follow her.
The stairs creaked and snapped as I climbed them, and I was a little worried that they would give way, but kept going just the same. Then I looked up and noticed that the domestic was wearing fishnet stockings. This struck me as really weird, and I wondered if she really was a maid and all. She obviously didn't do much cleaning or anything. Before I could inquire about her function in the house, her mysterious voice rang through the hallway.
"the master awaits your company in here" she said rather dryly. I sense a little annoyance in her tone, and gave her a little glare as I stepped inside. She closed the door behind me and I heard footsteps going back down the hall.
I looked around the room. It was almost completely dark, except for a small lamp in the corner. It was a fairly small room, with a little dresser against one wall and a twin bed in the middle covered by a net. No one was there. I was completely alone and felt really stupid. How dare they let me alone with my guilt and stupid last minute thoughts? I sat down on the bed and just stared around the room for about a half an hour...and then I remembered that she said...the master awaits my company in here. Well this room is empty sister, I thought.
I suddenly got very very tired. I lay down on the bed in hopes of just drifting off to get away from the strange thoughts that crossed my mind. I fell into a light sleep very quickly. I had a dream...about a lot of people dancing around with their hands on their hips. I woke up thinking that it was very strange...but didn't have time to think about it.
There was a person sitting on top of me. just kneeling over my legs and staring at my face. Not my body, just my face. The light in the corner told me it was a woman....but the pressure on my leg told me it was a man. I was about to say something but words completely eluded me. instead, he spoke.
"Welcome. I see that you received my phone call. I am very glad you could make it."
he had the most amazing velvety smooth voice I had ever heard. He made even those polite words sound more sensual than any lover I had ever had in the past. He must be the master, I thought, not with difficulty.
I tried to answer back, but he put his hand to his lips. Instead of going to work though, he sat me up, took me by the hand, and kissed it gently.
" I hope you've packed a toothbrush...this may take a while." He announced.
I had NO idea what he meant by that, and tried to ask why, but he silenced me again and got up to leave. He motioned for me to follow and so I did. We left the room and outside in the hall were three other people. the domestic I had seen earlier was there, but she was accompanied by a skeletal, pale man with long blonde hair, a pointy nose and a hump. Next to him was a girl with flaming red, almost pink hair cut almost up to her ears, wearing the most glittering display of a tap dance recital uniform, reminding me of my own recital. Except that mine wasn't nearly that...loud. She was chewing gum as loudly as a human person can I suppose, and flashed me the widest smile I had ever seen. They were introduced as Magenta, Riff Raff, and Columbia. I smiled and before I could say anything like "pleased to meet you" they all walked away. I think Columbia muttered something like.."not another one!" but I couldn't quite tell.
Soon I was following the master again, who still hadn't introduced himself. We walked down a long hallway and entered a small dining room. There were chairs all around and mismatched place settings. I looked from the table to the interestingly dressed man and he motioned for me to sit down. That's when I fully noticed what he was wearing. It was a black ensemble typically worn by women...when they are feeling especially...well....randy. it was accompanied by black platforms, fishnets, and very loud makeup. It looked like a Halloween comtume to me.
I sat down in the chair nearest to where he was sitting, and he told me that I was to call him 'frank'. I agreed and told him that my name was sarah. Seconds later, the door opened and the domestic came in with a small platter with vegetables on it. Nothing else. She also had a little change in attire, changing from the maid's uniform into a rather revealing number. I don't know quite what I should call it. She dropped the plate on the table and hurried out of the room, trying to stifle a smile, while receiving a rather angry look from frank. Whatever it was, he knew where she was headed. I tried to fathom what it was, but he spoke to me once more.
"now, there is a lot of explaining to do. I hope you don't mind...but..um...you will need to stay here for a while. Payment for your stay...will not be necessary." He looked kind of guilty as he said this, but I was too confused to notice.
"wait a minute, I thought you wanted my 'services' for the evening. Was I correct in thinking YOU would be paying ME?" I managed to stutter out.
"I didn't call you for prostitution, my dear, I called you for training." He said back, with a playful little tone that just about drove me up the wall.
I just sat there with a confused look on my face, and he seemed to notice how baffled I was because he gave me a little grin then ran his finger under my chin. He went back to chewing the rest of his carrot and then looked up again. He held out his hand and I took it. the leather of his fingerless gloves was cold, but then warmed when my body heat touched them. He squeezed it tightly then led me away from the room and back into the room that I had awoken in just moments before.
As my eyes became accustomed to the poor lighting in the chamber, I noted that the scene had been changed a bit. Instead of the little lamp in the corner, candles all around the room provided all the light needed. The bedclothes had been changed and didn't smell quite as musty as before. There was a slight perfume hanging in the air...too dull to quite put one's finger on but just enough to put someone in the mood.
I eyed Frank carefully, but couldn't see what his plan was by the expression on his face. I knew that I would leave this room knowing exactly what my new job would include, but that was all.....it was clear that this was to be.....no picnic.