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The Girl (Argus)

The Girl by Argus

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Mrs. Jennings was a cold fish, and she lived in a cold, sterile, incredibly beautiful penthouse in Miami Beach. Her manservant Geoffrey, was a giant, and Amy figured he was as much bodyguard as butler. Amy herself was a recent high school grad already bored with life, with little ambition and fewer skills. But Mrs. Jennings saw something in her, and that was her beauty and her body.

She called her 'Girl' because she didn't care what her name was. Geoffrey did too. Though he wasn't nearly as cold. What both of them required of her was – obedience, discipline, and submission to their kinky desires. Amy was bewildered, astonished, but helplessly aroused by their nasty games. More importantly, the 'job' she was offered came with room and board at that same fabulous penthouse, and a lifestyle only the very wealthy could aspire to. If it also had some spanking, exhibitionism, lots of kinky sex, and the role of slave girl, well, she could take that. It sure wasn't boring, after all, and she didn't have to study for it!

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 4 / 2018

No. words: 35000

Style: Male Dom - M/F, Fem Dom - F/F

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Chapter One

Okay, so job interviews kind of suck, and I'm not really good at them anyway because you're supposed to demonstrate eagerness and how much you want the job and all that shit – and I'm not that good an actress. I really don't want your shitty job and I don't really care.
And let's face it, with a high school diploma, no one is gonna offer me really great jobs.
I should probably go to college or something, take a course, maybe. But I hated school. I was so glad to graduate! The idea of doing more doesn't appeal to me.
I think I'm kind of hyperactive. I hate sitting still doing nothing, listening to some boring old man or woman drone on about shit I have no interest in. I'd looked over college books trying to see something I had some interest in, but had kind of come up empty.
Everything required long, long, long hours sitting at a desk tapping away at a computer, processing forms and documents, and lots and lots of reading. I was kind of thinking maybe I'd join the army or something. Except they'd probably make me a clerk and then I wouldn't have any say in it. Besides, I'm not really a violent person and not very big either.
So, having graduated from high school despite lots of absentee days and hardly studying I was now expected to get some kind of job. And none of them were very interesting. Basically, I was looking at working at retail and the restaurant industry.
So, my friend Andrea suggested I look at a temp work agency. Yes, they took some of your pay, but they could get me temporary work at a variety of places so I could maybe see what I could stand doing. I kind of liked that idea. I'd only have to work somewhere a day or two, or a week or two, then I could move on.
And if anyone recognized my amazing abilities and wanted to hire me I could decide whether or not I felt like sticking around. I didn't think that was very likely, though, because, to be absolutely honest, I don't really like work. Shocker, huh?
I like dancing, hanging out with my friends, swimming, surfing, skim-boarding, skateboarding, and biking. I like making out with guys, shopping, and eating chocolate. No one is gonna pay me for any of that, though.
I got hired by the temp work place, or at least, taken on by them. Hiring implies they pay me and they don't. Not unless they send me on a job. Then they sent me on a job. It was at a shipping room in some computer store. It involved wrapping stuff or putting it in boxes, putting on address labels and postage or filling out courier forms. Bleh.
Four days later I was at a physiotherapy clinic working as the receptionist. That sucked ass. But it was only one day. The next week I worked as mail clerk pushing a basket along floors in an office building picking up mail from designated boxes.
Then I got sent to the beach.
For those who aren't aware of it, there is Miami, where I live, and then Miami Beach, which is an island off Miami. Miami Beach is actually a separate city from Miami, and way smaller. It's mostly got lots of high-end condos, hotels and restaurants and, of course, beaches.
The job was described as 'general labor', which was a catch-all phrase that could mean just about anything you didn't have to have training in. One intriguing thing was the asterisk which said you had to be a good swimmer. Anyway, this one paid really well, for some reason. Minimum wage in Florida is $8.10 but this place paid $15hr.
I had to hike down Collins avenue since there isn't a lot of public transit and I'm not patient enough to wait for a long transfer, but then I found myself in front of a slender white building that was maybe twenty stories tall. It was clearly a condo given all the balconies, and I walked up to the front door. As I did a guy in a funny suit, like, a doorman, opened it and smiled at me.
“May I help you, Miss?” he asked.
“Uhm, I'm supposed to meet a Mrs. Elsworth.”
“Your name?”
“Sara Conway.”
“Come in.”
He led me into a huge lobby. And I mean freaking huge! There was a big glass, oval shaped tank of water in the middle that was about twenty feet long and went right up to the ceiling thirty feet high. It had a number of fish swimming leisurely around in it, but not as many as it easily could have had. You could have put dolphins in that thing.
“Go through that door and it’s the first door on the right,” he said, pointing.
I thanked him and went through a door marked 'employees only', then down a narrow corridor to an open door to an office. A middle aged white woman was behind a desk tapping away at a computer keyboard.
“Uh, hi,” I said in the doorway.
“You're Sara Conway?” she asked, standing up.
“Uh huh,” I said.
She motioned me in and gave me a very intense up and down look.
“Are you a good swimmer?”
“Yeah. I have my lifeguard badge.”
But life-guarding is boring as shit and you have to pay constant attention to the water in case some moron needs to be saved.
I was curious now. What kind of a job in here needed a good swimmer? I hoped they didn't need a lifeguard for their beachfront, except the beach fronts were all public ownership, so that shouldn't be it.
“Hmm. Come with me,” she said.
I shrugged and followed her as we went down the hall and up a flight of stairs. We came out in another hall and then went into a room which was obviously the top of the big aquarium in the lobby. There was a round hole in the floor about six feet wide with a rail around most of it.
“Get undressed.”
“Pardon?” I asked, startled.
“Didn't they tell you what the job was? It's to swim in the tank for an event we have scheduled.”
“To... swim in the tank!?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes. You put on the fishtail and just dive down and swim leisurely around, then rise up again to breath, and dive back down again. I hope you're good at holding your breath.”
I stared at her in astonishment. This was a job!? But hey, it paid almost double what the other jobs did.
“I can't spend like, forever underwater,” I said, staring at the hole.
“The event only lasts an hour and a half, but you'll be paid the minimum four hours,” she replied.
I was still dubious. Sixty bucks for an hour and a half was a good rate, though.
She showed me the fish tail, which was something which looked like, well, a fish tail, and which only really wrapped around your lower legs to the knees.
“The event is tomorrow. You're here today to practice.”
So that meant two days’ work of only an hour or so apiece at sixty bucks each. That didn't sound so bad.
“I didn't bring a bathing suit,” I said.
She scowled. I'll check the public pool out back. We have a number of spare suits there for guests.”
“Spare swimsuits?” I said, making a face.
“What size do you take?”
“Thirty-Six-C I said.”
“Get undressed and start painting yourself.”
She showed me spray paint cans, only it was for body paint! I was supposed to paint my whole body blue! Then she took off and left me gazing at the hole. Talk about weird jobs!
I looked at the spray can, curious about how it would work, then shrugged and removed my shoes, socks and jeans. I sprayed my lower legs to see what it felt like and looked like. It was way thicker than most paint, and left a kind of rubbery coating on my skin!
I painted up higher, to my thighs, but wasn't going any higher. I wasn't sure what this stuff did to fabric and I didn't want to have to wear blue panties home.
She returned with a plastic package.
“Put this on and paint up to your neck. I'll do your face.”
I shrugged and she left. I opened the package, removed my shirt and bra, and then pulled the swimsuit top on. It fit, but it was kind of small, smaller than I usually was comfortable with. I slipped off my panties very carefully so they didn't get the blue stuff on it, then pulled on what turned out to be a thong.
I wasn't happy about that either! I'd never worn a thong in public. I was starting to think about backing out of this, but was intrigued enough to keep spraying. I sprayed up over the suit and up my waist, and was pleased to see that it was kind of hard to tell where the suit ended and my skin began.
This stuff was thick, like I said.
I sprayed up over my bra and along my arms, feeling freaky. There was a full length mirror set against the corner and I looked at myself with interest. I just looked like a blue girl below the neck.
Mrs. Elsworth returned and showed me a little plastic sun-glass thing. They were tanning goggles, the kind of things you placed on your eyes when you lay down under a sunlamp.
“Just hold these over your eyes while I spray you.”
“Uh, what does this stuff do to hair? And what happens if I lick my lips?”
“It dries very quickly. It's not poisonous, and it comes off easily with soap, sponges and warm water.”
I was still dubious, but also still very curious about what I'd look like, so I went along with it, and put the goggles over my eyes, closed my mouth, held my breath, and she sprayed my face, then sprayed all over my hair.
“It's good your blonde. It's easier to color,” she said from behind me.
She sprayed all around, then did some touch-ups up front.
“Okay, you can remove the goggles.
She had a little paint brush, though, and a little can of body paint.
“Close your eyes.”
She painted around the edges of my eyes, and then had me stand in front of a fan which dried the stuff off in a few minutes.
I looked freaky! I had to get my phone and take pictures!
Thankfully, though I was still kind of self-conscious about it, the blue paint kind of hid that I was wearing a thong, and also that the bra was pretty small. I was all blue, so even though I was mostly naked it didn't show that clearly.
These pictures were going on Facebook!
She helped me put the fish thing on and then left me a radio and went downstairs. When she was in the lobby she called me.
“Okay, dive into the water. The idea is to swim slowly and leisurely around the pillar, acting very relaxed.”
“Uh okay.”
I couldn't dive with the tail thing on but sat on the edge then leaned forward to go in head first. The water was cold! I gasped, then swam downward. The fish thing on my feet acted like flippers as I swam down then curved around the pillar.
The pillar was just like what it sounded. There were others in the lobby but they'd built the aquarium around this one. I swam downward and around, holding my breath, staring out at Mrs. Elsworth standing below me. The guy who had let me in was there too, along with another guy who had been behind a counter.
That made me self-conscious about wearing a tiny thong bikini, but the paint helped. I swam past them, then curved around and up and came out of the hole, gulping in air.
“Miss Conway,” she was already saying on the radio.
I picked it up and pressed the button.
“Go ahead.”
“Try again. Remember, slow and graceful, and try to turn and roll as you swim. Arch up and back like a mermaid.”
Like a mermaid my ass. But hey, it was better than a mail-room. I dove down again, swimming hard down along the pillar, then curving slowly and more 'leisurely' around it, kind of turning as I swam, then arching up and back.
Having people look at me, just... watching me, swimming in the tiny suit was weird. I was glad for the paint! I mean, it's one thing to have guys look at me on the beach. That's normal. But everyone is in a bathing suit there. Here they were in business suits and I was in a tiny thong bikini!
I swam around the pillar, kicking slowly. The mermaid tail helped me move surprisingly quickly without a lot of effort. I turned circles and arched up and back and rolled over, then swam back up and out to grab a few breaths of air before diving down again.
It was kind of weird, and I had to hold my breath, but that was all that was hard about it.
I satisfied her and she came back up to help me get the blue stuff off.
“Tomorrow you'll have three other girls with you,” she said.
That sounded better than being the center of attention.
She and I brushed off the blue stuff with soapy sponges and then I stood under a shower and used my hands and fingers to break away the stuff in my hair and around my eyes.
There are some weird jobs in life!

Author Information

Argus is a man with long experience and credits in the publishing world. He has had almost two hundred novels published in the United Kingdom and The United States, by such publishers as Beeline, Star, Nexus, Chimera, Silver Moon, and Olympia. He has also been published in dozens of magazines.


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This story has been self-published by the author

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