“More!” exclaimed Heather as she tried to comprehend all that was being said. “How
much more? That’s what he said, wasn’t it? The more I take, the more they pay... and the
more we get paid... It will be you who is doing this with me; won’t it? I couldn’t
possibly do it with some stranger... And hold on a minute; what do you mean by see the
audition tape?”
“Calm down, Heather-chan. So many questions: let me explain a few things, and then
you must take a little time to decide – but not too much time. By the end of this evening
we must have your answer. I have agreed for you; but Mr. McCloud knows very well that you
may change your mind. He will wait till you have given me your word that you will appear
next week; having had explained to you what will be expected.”
“Okay... let’s have it. The audition tape first, please!”
“Yes. You must forgive me, Heather-chan, but the audition was being filmed...”
“What!” screeched Heather. “The bastards! I never agreed to any of that! That’s what
the light was at the far end of the room – a bloody camera! I should have known.”
“Heather! People are staring. It is not a subject that should be broadcast in a
public bar. Please keep calm. It was essential that you were not aware; otherwise your
innocence would not have come across so strongly. Mr. McCloud is a man of honour and will
destroy the footage if that is your wish. But if you are prepared to take this forward,
then the footage will be sent to a very select group of men. Mr. McCloud has authorised me
to give you this, should you agree to the release.”
Miko pulled out an envelope from her bag and slid it across the table to Heather.
Heather looked at it as in a trace almost afraid to touch it.
“What is it?”
“A mark of good faith. Even if all you do is turn up next week and repeat what we
did this evening, you will receive the same again.”
Heather gingerly lifted the envelope and peered inside.
“Oh, my God!”
“Hush, Heather-chan! Do not attract so much attention.”
“How much is in there?”
“One thousand pounds. It is yours if you agree to the release of the audition film.
Another thousand will be paid next week if you repeat the performance – it is the tip of a
very large iceberg, Heather-chan; believe me.”
“But... it’s just so creepy sending this it out to people. Why? Is he selling it to
them?”
“Good grief, no. Mr. McCloud does not deal in such cheap distribution for money.
This is advertising. He will not charge for the film – it is a taster. He knows his
clients. When they see the audition, they will be very interested in seeing you in the
flesh... and the performance you gave at the audition... sorry, but it was a little
contrived on our part, keeping you in the dark. But you came across as so genuinely
innocent; a genuine anal virgin but with huge potential to turn that around. We will have
a packed house next week if you accept. Each man agreeing to pay an entrance fee; then
have his account debited by increasing increments the more interesting the show becomes –
the more you can handle. And we, Heather-chan, will take a percentage of this pot of gold.
Your debts could be cleared in one evening if you follow my lead.”
“I feel dizzy. How much MORE do you think they will expect?”
“Let’s say... this should be the target minimum.”
Heather looked at the envelope which was now covered... It was covered by Miko’s
fist!
“Bloody hell! Is that what you do? Have you done that? I mean to other women?”
“Yes, Heather-chan – it’s called fisting; and I am the one who performs the act each
week at the club on Fisting Night.”
“I’m a bit confused. Why do they want to see YOU do it to other women? I mean why
you and not one of the men?” asked Heather.
Miko answered with a coy smile, “Well, fisting is a delicate thing to do correctly.
I have experience doing it. And I think the men who attend really enjoy watching me take
control as a dominatrix. Besides, my hands are much smaller than a man’s hand, so it’s
easier for the girls. Of course many of our customers would like to see it taken
further... but few women are capable, or willing to allow for this.”
Heather thought for a minute and asked, “So you act like you did when we were at the
audition – all authoritative and demanding? And the men like that?”
“Oh, very much so. Another fetish, Heather-chan.”
Heather reached out and clasped Miko’s hand that still lay on the envelope. She
looked at it carefully, running her fingers all around feeling the size and shape of it.
“Do you really think it will fit?” Heather asked. “You know... fit up my bottom?”
Miko smiled and said in a low seductive voice, “That all depends on you,
Heather-chan. I have my opinion. What is yours?”
Heather’s knees started to weaken and she felt butterflies in her stomach. She
gulped and then said, “I’ve never considered such a thing, I’m not sure it’s even...
possible!”
“Trust me, it is. But there is only one way for you to find out for sure, regarding
yourself. What do you think?” Miko asked.
Heather blinked a few times then looked at Miko and said, “I’m not sure what to
think! It’s all a bit much to take on board.”
Miko smiled and said, “Heather it is up to you really. You don’t have to decide now.
Think about it for a while. I know it all must seem very overwhelming. But I must have an
answer by the end of this evening. Mr. McCloud needs time to promote the event.”
“One thousand pounds now – no questions asked! If I say yes then that envelope is
mine, and I get another thousand next week for turning up and having a finger put up my
ass.”
“If that is all you would settle for, then yes.”
“Two grand minimum... and it would be you doing it to me; no one else?”
“If that is your wish, then yes.”
“Ring him! Ring him now, Miko! You ring him and say a most definite YES!”
Heather picked up the envelope and pulled out a twenty pound note then stuffed the
envelope into her bag.
“Right! My round,” she declared. “God, I need another drink!”
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