A Prison Interrogation Surrender E-Book

Arian Wulf

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Sierra lets money dictate too many things in her life, but she has a few rules that she wouldn't break. She doesn't take her clothes off for anyone, not even paying employers... but when she is hired to entertain rich businessmen in a foreign country, she finds that the rules don't apply when she's accused of espionage. Now, she must do whatever it takes to get herself out of trouble...

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"I might have a job for you," she says, "but there are some things they want you to do that you might be uncomfortable with," she says.

"What do they want me to do?" she narrows her eyes at Amanda, not liking where this is going.

Amanda looks around, like they're spies on a secret mission. Jen has politely given them some distance and is pretending to be busy folding clothes in the corner of the room. There's faint music from the sound system, but the place is quiet enough otherwise that Sierra knows she'll be able to hear them without a problem.

"First of all, the men you'll be working with are strictly incognito, so if you do this job, nothing will ever be mentioned ever again," she says.

If that doesn't sound like some sort of illegal operation, she doesn't know what does. From the corner of her eye, she notices Jen leaning closer, transfixed and curious despite herself.

"Second," she sighs and combs her fingers through her long hair. "I have to come clean to you that I only got this job because the last girl disappeared and no one else would touch it," she says. "Or they couldn't fit the requirements and pretended they didn't want it anyways," she shrugs. "I don't really care, but the money is too good to pass up and I want to bring it to you so you can decide on your own if you want it."

"I'm not going to lie, Amanda, this sounds terrible."

Amanda looks affronted. "I wouldn't have come to you if there wasn't something good about it, darling," she says.

Sierra supposes she deserves that. "So far, all I've heard is that they're really picky with the kind of model they want and nobody else wants the job because their last girl disappeared. It sounds like some sort of trafficking syndicate." Somewhere in the room, Jen snorts and says an 'amen' loud enough to be heard.

Amanda's face turns an angry tomato shade. "I wouldn't come to you with a dangerous job, Sierra," she says. "It's an international job and I suppose they wanted someone exotic. Someone who looks like you," she continues. "The previous payment went through without a hitch and the last girl disappearing was a norm. Previous models have returned from their projects. I'd show you who they are, but I signed non-disclosure agreements too. And the reason why I'm coming to you is because the pay is too good. It's fifty thousand for the job."

Leseprobe

Surrender 2

A Prison Interrogation Surrender

Group Domination & Humiliation

Arian Wulf

Copyright 2020 Arian Wulf

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This steamy short story contains scenes inappropriate for 18-years and below. An innocent 18-year-old woman is stripped and taken for the first time by a stranger and several men watch. She is then spanked, and anally taken, double penetrated, and filled in every way possible. Warning: This story includes an initially reluctant woman who soon discovers the pleasures of submitting

Chapter One: Private

Sierra runs her fingers through her hair and is immediately reminded of the haircut she had been pressured into getting a few days ago. Amanda, her manager, insists that short hair is 'all the rage' right now and she needs to get in on that before she's even more outdated.

Apparently, being eighteen-years-old and gorgeous is no longer enough to cut it. She needs to be special, be unique in some way. She needs to stand out from the crowd and Amanda's idea of standing out is for her to get a short haircut that frames her face and makes her face look a little bit swollen.

The haircut is supposed to help her look more mature and has completely failed in it's duty. It's a failure of a haircut. If her hair was sentient, it would leave her head and find a better host. And she wouldn't blame it. She could just get a wig.

Except her day has not started out in the best way. She had overslept that morning and was woken up with her manager at her other job screaming in her ear, telling her to get her ass to work or get 'fucking fired'. As if they could fire her. She's one of the last few earning workers there. The rest upped and left last month because they were headhunted by a restaurant that just opened up. The only reason why they didn't call her is because she's too young for them then. She only just turned eighteen and needed to work on campus.

Fifteen minutes later, she's working at the breakfast line at her university, trying to get the crowd moving.

There's an inter-college football match going on and the kitchen is so understaffed that everybody was getting yelled at for every little thing. The manager have been in a particularly foul mood for good reason. The hiring manager hasn't gotten around to rehiring the necessary staff.

It's one of those times where everyone just did whatever job needs doing and tried not to kill each other.

Nine grueling hours later, she's in a dress shop trying to buy herself out of the foul moon she had gotten herself in.

The owner of the shop isn't as surprised to see her as Sierra is to be there again. There's a dress that's been calling out her name, begging her to buy it.

She perks up upon seeing Sierra, fueled by the knowledge that she's unlikely to walk away without making some sort of purchase.

"We have a new dress that's right up your alley," she says, pulling up a stunning teal blue dress from the rack.

She knows it's expensive because it's from the collection of dresses that cost more than her biweekly salary working in the kitchen. There's no price tag attached to it, which is another sign that it's expensive.

The dress feels like it was made specifically for her. It clings to her in all the right way, accentuating her curves and making her waist look smaller than it is. The way it curves at her hips makes her look mouthwatering. She swallows.

"How much is it?" she asks, running her fingers through the shimmery sequin beads sewn on top of the smooth satin cloth that seems to glow silver in certain lights and blue in others. The sleeveless straps accentuate her fair skin and draws attention to her cleavage. It has just the right amount of poise and elegance to not be considered slutty, the dress coming down to her ankles, but with slits on either sides that would require she wear a g-string so she's not flashing her underwear.

"It's absolutely gorgeous on you," she says as Sierra toes off her shoes and tries on the pair of heels that's placed by the door. Ah, much better. "The dress is four hundred and eighty-eight, but I can do four-forty for you," she says without missing a beat.

Her heart jumps to her throat. That's too much. She tries not to show her disappointment, but knows she's failed by the way the woman's expression dips as well. "Maybe another day, Jen," Sierra says, finally remembering her name.

Jen nods and doesn't push. "I can put it away for you if you like? We only have one in stock. If you change your mind by next week, just let me know and I'll take it out of storage," she offers kindly.

It's not really kindness, though. She had done this a few times and Sierra falls for it every single time, too guilty to not pay for the dress once Jen has offered to keep it for her. She wonders if it's true they only have on in stock. They might have a dozen and is only lying about limited stock to make her sweat.

Trickery or not, she falls for it hook line and sinker.

"Thank you," she tells Jen.

The bell on the door rings as she emerges from the dressing room dressed in her own clothes, a ratty tank top that she wears because she doesn't mind if it gets ruined working in the kitchen and a pair of unflattering brown slacks that has oil splatters on it.

She's shuffling through the discount rack and doesn't bother looking up until a familiar voice goes, "Dress shopping again, Sierra?"

A flush of shame colors her cheeks as she looks up to find her manager grinning at her. "Yes," she says, and then frowns because this isn't the kind of clothes that Amanda wears. Too dressy. Amanda is a suit-and-pants kind of woman, all business. "What're you doing here?" she asks.

"Looking for you," Amanda says.

"How did you know I would be here?" she frowns.

Amanda shrugs. "Just a hunt," she says. At her confused stare, she continues. "I couldn't find you at your apartment and I know you wouldn't be having classes right now, so I figured I'd look for you here."

Amanda wouldn't go through such lengths to find her unless it's important. "Why didn't you just call me?" she asks, moving to get her phone from her handbag only to find it missing. "Oh. I must've left it at the apartment," she says.

"It's fine," Amanda says. "I wanted to be able to talk to you in person about this anyways," she continues. "You know, things would be so much easier if you were to loosen your rules a little bit," she continues, circling the topic she wants to talk to her about.

Sierra feels the hair on the back of her hair rise. She doesn't like being challenged and it seems Amanda had gotten behind her back and ignored her rules in favor of finding her another job. Her fears are confirmed when she continues.

"Just one rule specifically, really. And since you're eighteen now, it'll be even harder to find roles for you if you insist on keeping that silly rule in place."

"My no-nudity rule stays," she says. Before this, it was no underwear shots, which people were generally happy to comply with since she's not yet eighteen. Now that she is, Amanda wants her to get rid of it altogether. Clients are willing to pay big bucks for models who are willing to show more skin, but she doesn't want to be one of those models. It's a slippery slope that she is unwilling to go down.

Amanda looks crestfallen. "I might have a job for you," she says, "but there are some things they want you to do that you might be uncomfortable with," she says.

"What do they want me to do?" she narrows her eyes at Amanda, not liking where this is going.

Amanda looks around, like they're spies on a secret mission. Jen has politely gave them some distance and is pretending to be busy folding clothes in the corner of the room. There's faint music from the sound system, but the place is quiet enough otherwise that Sierra knows she'll eb able to hear them without a problem.