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Rope Bunnies
(Emily Sinclaire)

I sat there being eyed angrily by the other two applicants for another fifteen minutes before a tall, handsome man in his early thirties emerged from the door to the right of Alicia's desk and called for us to follow. As if being first in line would somehow increase their odds of landing the position the two other women jumped out of their seats and practically pushed each other out of the way while I casually got up and walked across the lobby. When we were all standing in front of him he introduced himself as Scott Dean, Head Rigger for Temptation Studios.

Holding the door open for us, we then followed him down a series for hallways, past dressing rooms, an employee lounge, bathrooms and two black men fucking a petite redhead. Stepping around the latter, I could not help but look back and wish those fat cocks were pounding me. A few moments later Scott pulled a door open and ushered the three of us into what can only be described as the one bdsm dungeon to rule them all. Easily thirty by fifty feet, the massive rectangular room had every type of toy, machine, furniture and piece of equipment on the market and then some. Eyes darting around the room, I spotted a line of ropes hanging on the wall to my left and my clit immediately tingled with excitement.

"Alright, ladies, we're all here for the same reason so I won't waste anyone's time with pointless questions. According to your applications, with the exception of Miss Megan Price who has been tied up during sex, none of you have any actual experience with bondage. Miss Price, would you care to elaborate on your experience?"

"It's pretty limited actually. My now ex-boyfriend liked to tie me to the bed during sex using scarves, belts and the occasional set of handcuffs but I've never been put into real bondage. Meaning in various positions using ropes."

"It's a start. Being a rope bunny as we like to call it in the business is about far more than simply being put into positions using ropes. If you get the position you'll be roughly handled, including but not limited to slapping, pinching, spanking, use of any and all toys in this room and hard fucking by men and women alike so if you can't handle that then please save everyone the headache and leave now."

So Misty was right. If I landed the position I would be a full-fledged porn star. Not exactly what I wanted out of life, but if it got me even one step closer to fulfilling my greatest fantasy it was a risk I was more than willing to pay. 

"Excuse me," one of the women said "when you say slapped..." Dean's hand came out of nowhere and hit her across the right cheek causing her to yelp and jump back defensively. "What the fuck?"

"You asked. For the record, that's as hard as you'll be slapped so if you can't handle it then you may leave my dungeon."