Food was a luxurious bento set and came with a bottle of carbonated soda. “Wow.” Sara stared. “This is from the Sushi Restaurant at the corner?”
“Yup.” The minion answered. “Enjoy!”
The three people sat around a circular table and began to eat. After that, it was time for work.
***
The next two swimsuits went on normally, and then, it was for the 2nd last swimsuit for the day. It was a similar design, but it had a thinner material, and no padding, just some areas were reinforced to give the swimsuit its basic silhouette. As she wore it, she wasn’t sure why, it made her feel extra sensitive.
Because it had no padding, but instead had ribs and stitches, it rubbed against her body, her breasts, and her lower regions every time she moved.
“Minion, can you adjust her chest a little. The swimsuit looks a little off.” Edmund barked. The swimsuit had to be frequently adjusted, and every time the minion adjusted her swimsuit, it just rubbed against all her sensitive parts. Before she knew it, her nipples were hard as a rock, and because they didn’t have padding, they poked out, making the shape of her hard nipples visible on the swimsuit itself.
She didn’t realize it, but Edmund took even more photos.
It wasn’t time to strike. It was too early. He needed to increase his leverage. Make a deeper connection. He praised her instead. “You’re doing great, Sara! You look really good!”
She blushed. “Ah. Okay.”
“Good.”
The last swimsuit was even more thin. It was made with some kind of silky texture that felt really expensive. “Let me help you with that one.” The minion said. “This one costs $800 a piece. Boss will be mad if you tore it.”
“Oh okay.”
Sara nodded as she wore the last silky swimsuit. It had the same design, but the material quality was significantly better than any other. It felt very light, airy, as if she was naked, but not. It was smooth to touch, and just touching it made her feel good.
The female minion teased her. “Your nipples are hard.”
That was when Sara noticed. “Oh no.”
“Let me get you a cup of cold water to cool you down.” The minion smiled, and walked out, leaving Sara alone in the changing room.
Yet, Sara looked at her own nipples, she felt her suppressed desires churn. She touched her own nipples, and felt the luxurious silky texture of the swimsuit rub against her nipples. It felt so damned good. She rubbed, rubbed, and rubbed, and without realizing it, she moaned as her nether regions released her juices.
It’s been a long day, and her mental self-control weakened. Rubbing her nipples awakened her desires, and she began to rub herself down there in a haze.
“Oh dear.” She moaned, her eyes closed as she felt the pleasure. Something about the texture of the swimsuit made everything feel extra good.
Edmund walked in with a glass of cold water. She had one hand on her nipples, and the other down below. She was masturbating. Edmund silently took out a phone and recorded her masturbating. He waited until she was done. Edmund could walk silently, almost invisible in his own territory.
She moaned, as her juices leaked out the second time. She felt sated, and her eyes opened.
At that moment, he heard the door open, and Sara was still in a compromising situation.
“Your glass of water, Sara.” Edmund said.
Sara panicked, unsure what to say. She immediately adjusted her position so that she sat normally. She looked up at Edmund, and Edmund just offered her a glass of water. She immediately grabbed the glass of water and drank it. “I- I-“
Edmund smiled, pretending as if nothing happened. “Come, let’s do your last photoshoot.”
Sara’s face was red as a tomato. He must’ve seen her masturbate! At this point, she stood and noticed the chair was wet from her juices!
Oh no! He must’ve seen it! Sara thought to herself. She- she tried to play it straight, and so followed Edmund out the door.
Once outside, Edmund and the minion were already waiting. “Okay. Let’s finish it for the day.”
Sara took the last set of photos with her nipples still erect and her lower half wet. But she couldn’t say it, and Edmund pretended like everything was fine.
Once he was done, he smiled. “Good work, Sara. I like the photos today.”
Sara nodded.
“Do you want to continue this line of work?”
Sara blushed. “I- I’m not sure.”
“It’s okay.” Edmund said. “We’re a little short on swimsuit models, but if you’re willing to work with me, I can help spread the payment out for your rent.”
Sara nodded, as she briefly forgot her earlier incident. “You will?”
“Yeah. Ask your husband to call me.” Edmund said.
“Okay.”
***
That night, she returned home feeling embarrassed as hell. How could she have masturbated at work! If this sort of news gets out, who would even hire her! She stewed and worried for a while, but eventually she realized she had housework to do, so she cleaned up, made dinner and ate alone.
Her husband returned about 10 at night. “Hi dear.” Sara greeted the moment he walked through the door.
“Oh, hi sweetie.” James said, and slumped onto the chair. “That was rough.”
“What happened?”
“The boss just had another project and dumped it on me.” James exhausted and sat on the chair. “Man- Think I’ll have to work extra this weekend.”
“Oh.” Sara frowned. They normally tried to go out on a date every weekend. They didn’t earn much, so that was usually just window shopping in the city, or just hitting one of the nearby cheap eateries.
“You went to work today? How was it?” James asked.
Sara smiled. “It went okay. I got paid for my first day already.”
“Oh? They pay daily wages?” James asked, his mind thinking his wife was doing some kind of manual labor where work was paid by the hour.
“Yea. The world is small. The studio is owned by our landlord. He said you should call him. He said he’s willing to negotiate some kind of instalment plan, but wanted to talk to you.”
James’ eyes brightened. “That’s great! Should I call him now?”
“I guess? It is kind of late, though.”
“Let me try my luck.” James said and called anyway.
“Ah. Mister Hudson. I was wondering when you’d call.” Edmund answered.
“My wife said you’d willing to negotiate on the payment and past rent?” James placed the phone on speaker mode so that Sara could listen in.
“Well, yes. See- I run many businesses, and getting talent is one of those difficult things. One of which is this photography studio and she’s been a great help.”
Sara blushed, but didn’t want to elaborate. James was still too focused on the call to notice his wife’s reaction. “That’s great.”
“So, how about this, The monthly rent, we’ll meet in the middle, at $1,300 a month, instead of $1,400, on top of your wife working for me. If she stops working the rent goes back to $1,400.”
James blurted. “That’s not the middle.”
Edmund laughed on the other side of the call. “True. It’s $1,250. Fine, I’ll give you $1,250. As for the arrears of $3,600 for the past 1 year’s underpaid rent, you can pay if over a full year, so $300 a month. I’ll reduce it from your wife’s pay. What do you think?”
Sara paused and looked at her husband. She was going to be this man’s swimsuit model for the rest of the year!
“Hmm…” James thought, and then glanced at his wife. “What do you think?”
“Uh-” Sara wasn’t sure.
“I saw in her CV that she actually has a long gap in her employment record. If she works for me for at least a year, it’ll be much easier for her to find a better job after that. You know how companies view job hoppers and unemployed people.” Edmund drove the knife in.
James nodded. “That makes a lot of sense.”
Sara gulped. It was true.
Edmund then delivered the kicker. “I’ll even give her a nice job title. ‘Merchandise Specialist’. What do you think? If she does well after six months, I’ll increase her pay too.”
James nodded. That sounded fantastic, and looked at Sara. The way he looked at her was pretty much instructing her to accept it. She nodded, a bit reluctantly. A bit of her heart and instinct screamed in defiance, but it was too late. Her husband was convinced this was a good deal. Once she nodded, James immediately answered. “That would be fantastic, Mister Greenhat.”
“I’ll give her revised contract when she comes later this week. As for the arrear in rentals and rental amendment, give me half an hour, I’ll send the revised tenancy agreement over. Sign it digitally.”
James agreed. “Sure, Mister Greenhat.”
The contracts were signed.
***
Sara and James were in bed. “That went well.” James said.
“It did.” Sara couldn’t shake an uncomfortable feeling in her heart.
“Wanna do it? I feel like I’m in the mood, suddenly.” James asked.
And they had sex. It was unsatisfying.
