Modern Day Slavery (Athene & East)

[LadyAthene]

Joslin Indigo Hawthorne​

September 14th, 2017
16:25 PM
Loyola University
New Orleans, Louisiana

The last bell had rung well over an hour ago. The rather recently turned nineteen-year-old Joslin couldn't be prouder if she'd tried. She had received all of her most important research papers back. All, naturally, had As, with a select few wearing a small B upon the paper.

But the one her hazel eyes were re-reading for what felt like the millionth time had been for her Psychology class. Her professor had asked her to explain - in her own words, of course - what exactly fetishes were and why people indulged in them. Naturally, her research had led her to various topics on numerous forums and discussion boards. Mainly online, though there had been some groups that gathered together.

The most popular topic had been BDSM. She had heard of the disaster known as Fifty Shades of Gray and thus never really took the thought seriously. But between her curiosity getting the best of her, a few close friends insisting the 'real deal' was way better, and - most importantly - the loans steadily eating all of her paychecks up, push was coming to shove. She needed extra money.

While extra loans was an option ... that made her roll her eyes at herself and scoff.

No, no. She was desperate, sure. But not so much to risk putting herself further in debt.

"Dumbass Trump sure as shit isn't helping," she muttered, sighing as her fingernails lightly tapped atop the parchment. "Hmmm. What's a girl to do nowadays?"

It wasn't like waitresses had ever been the most glorious of jobs. But because of the nation now being run by a businessman, essentially, it was even worse, somehow. The tips seemed to decrease in how often they arrived, or just amount. In the worst case scenarios, both. To say it was frustrating her was an understatement. Joslin had certainly considered getting a second job. That was the easier option after all.

Alas, that was only partially true. In concept, yes, it was much simpler. Going through with it? Not on her schedule. Despite only being part-time, she did have a life after school. If Joslin wasn't working, she did have somewhat of a social life. Definitely not perfect. Nowhere near; but it wasn't as if she could be labeled as a recluse either. She was just ... very selective on whom she associated with.

"Uuuuugh. Come on, girl. You're smarter than this. Surely you got at least one idea on something you can look for."

As if on cue, her peripheral vision did pick up on a very specific something. Her laptop, which sat atop a neat, wooden desk. "Maybe not a full-fledged job," she mused, moving and sitting down in her chair, "but a gig, perhaps, could be doable."

Nodding to herself, feeling both proud and rather satisfied, Joslin quickly tapped away on her keyboard and pulled up Craigslist. There was always at least one ad capable of grab any random person's attention. Surely, she could find such a thing.

Because, Lord help me, I need some sorta sign badly.

 

[east]

Jace Mayer​

Jace Mayer was board. The 42 year old male was bored out of his skull. He looked out of his office window, and had to contemplate jumping out of the thing. It couldn't have been that hard. One swing at the window and it would crumble, he could just tie his arm to his chair, toss the chair out, and than he would stumble, and it would just be, what 29 floors till he hit the ground.

Mayer was a member of the board of Wayland industries. He had got the job because his father had been a member of the board of Wayland Industries, and despite years of learning the inside of business at school and trying and failing on his own, he had ended up here when dear old dad had a heart attack, and all the investment in the company had been handed down to him. Yay for corporate wins.

I mean sure being a part of one of the more powerful companies in the world had it's advantages, but it was also lonely. Pretty much everyone he met was an advasary, or out to steal from him, or use his reputation. Despite being 35 he had no girlfriend no kids, and no brothers or sisters to carry on that family name. He had been the last of his line, and with his parents dead he didn't have anyone else to talk too or confide in.

Add to that the more trivial pleasures of having all the money in the world, and his net salary was literally too much to spend. Of course he did what most people in wealth did, he gave to charity, and he tried to fund weird crazy ideas. Waylands goal to reach mars with a prototype lander by the end of 2022 was a personal pet project of his. But as it was sitting out of Louisiana was just his area, and the industry was more involved with renovation than anything else.

His boredom drew him back to his computer. Porn? He was a fan of it sure but just spending another lonely jerking it was gonna be as bad as anything else, and he would rather have the touch of a woman. He supposed he could pay for one, but that would only get him through the night and whomever she was would be gone by morning.

Which lead to the creation of the add, it was a joke really he never expected anyone to actually hit up up on the offer.

Half a million dollars a year + expenses for live in daughter slave.

Due to personal reasons I'm not gonna give my name over this add, also because i think this might be illegal lol, but I will pay half a million (five hundred thousand) a year and take care of all expenses such as 'travel, food, housing' if you come and work for me as a live in entertainer.

Your job will be to make sure that I don't get bored, engage me in conversation, be friendly and curious, play games, and be my live in cum dumpster when i'm feeling naughty. Full criminal check is required as well as an international passport. Must be 18 or older to apply, and must have at least a valid learners permit. If interested call:

xXx-xXx-XXXX

When answering the phone please ask for 'daddy' so I know what this is about. We will meet for coffee to talk about all future details.

Yeah no one on this god given earth would ever reply to that add, he even felt a little dirty that he had used the word cum dumpster, unironically. He posted it, and forgot about it as soon as it was done. It was fun writing something so vulgar but there was absolutely no way it would get any traction what so ever.

 

[LadyAthene]

Joslin Indigo Hawthorne​

September 14th, 2017
16:30 PM
Loyola University
New Orleans, Louisiana

It wasn't too amazing to see tons of ads that were asking for models. But it was honestly kinda easy to predict, and thus a bit annoying. What really made them irk Joslin the most, however, was that it sounded like the people were so desperate that they had typed their ad up in an incredibly tasteless manner. While Joslin wasn't a complete virgin, she had some standards and a sense of class she'd abide by.

Suffice to say, nothing had made her want to take any of these advertisements seriously.

Each new tab she had opened was Xed out. Soon, Joslin was left with the main "Gigs" tab and found herself scrolling all the way down before going back again. "F5, perhaps?" she wondered, shrugging as she went on and pushed down on said button. Lo and behold, near the very top, there was indeed a brand new ad. One that had been posted less than five minutes ago.

... Live in daughter slave? What the ... ?

Just as it had done with her report, curiosity got the best of her. Before Joslin wondered if she'd made a mistake or not, the young student already clicked and opened the ad in a new tab. Her eyes rolled as she groaned. "Oh. My. God. They seriously typed out 'lol'? Who the hell really does that nowadays still? Ugh." That in itself almost tempted her to X this page out. Before she could do so, however, the word 'half' grabbed her attention. Upon closer inspection of the phrase it belonged to, Joslin's mouth fell wide open.

"H....Half a million?! Is this for fucking real?!"

It couldn't be. There was no way. Not unless this was someone the world already new and acknowledged to be rich. A famous celebrity or millionaire. Maybe? ... No. And even if that were the case, then there were other problems. It could be from someone she wouldn't like. Also, not all of the richer people were the kind of people do something as stupid as type out 'lol'. Sure, there were a good chunk, but ....

That don't matter! Pay attention and keep reading!

Subconsciously, Joslin leaned forward, looking more as if she were watching an interesting movie rather than reading a simple ad. Her heart couldn't help but pound rapidly in her chest. If this was legitimate ... it would easily be what she needed. Financially, for sure. Still, she didn't want to do this only for money. She wasn't a gold-digger or anything like that. Her head turned as she grabbed her report. Slowly, she began reading over that then glancing back up at the ad.

You did admit being curious to this sorta thing. Hmmm ...

And, going off of her paper, arrangements could be done. If things got bad enough, she could leave, and do so safely. It wouldn't like she would be forced to remain with this man; well, that wasn't completely true. The better wording was if she absolutely had to quit, she would be able to. That, for Joslin, was a good thing. It gave her a sense of hope. Maybe this wouldn't be the absolute worst idea. "Especially if that money's real," she muttered, lightly latching onto her lower lip. "Well .... shit. I did ask for a sign. Didn't quite expect it to be a flashing, neon one buuut hey. This works." Knowing this was either about to be the smartest or dumbest thing she had ever done, Joslin fished around in her pocket and shakily retrieved her phone. Taking a few breaths to calm herself, she input the number, noticing the area code was the same ... which implied this man lived around here, somewhere. That was definitely good, in a way. It'd make things - namely linked with her schooling situation - all the more easier.

When she heard the line picked up, Joslin cleared her throat before beginning to talk into the receiver, " .... Daddy? I ummm ... I wanted to talk and see about considering your offer. Forgive my slightly nosy inquiry, but anyone would likely be hesitant to easily believe what you posted up. So, if I may ask and know the answer to this, are you dead serious? Are you really offering half a million dollars to anyone who'll be your live-in daughter and slave?"

Not wanting to come off as offensive, she hastily added, "It's just ... well, it is Craiglist I found this on. There are tons of scams, sooo ... if that's what this is, I wanna be able to back out now before I do anything too stupid, ya know? I'm sure you'd take the same precaution also."

Joslin then waited, hoping she hadn't insulted whomever was on the other line. Hell, were they even the right person? She knew she'd used the right keyword; her main worry was if they even lived alone or not. Because if they did have a roommate or two ... damn. That would be really embarrassing. Whether more for herself or him was anyone's guess.

 

[east]

Jace Mayer​

It was about five minutes of him stairing at blank papers, tossing a pencil around, before something incredibly strange happened. His phone rang, with an unknown number. Of course he hadn't used his business phone, his personal phone had two lines in it, one sim was the number he had in the yellow books the other one was for when he had to deal with other members of the board or people who wanted to fly under the radar, the number was more difficult to track.

Currently it was the personal phone, the same number he had tossed onto the add. When he answered the phone he blinked for a moment listening and that was when a young woman's voice replied to him.

" .... Daddy? I ummm ... I wanted to talk and see about considering your offer. Forgive my slightly nosy inquiry, but anyone would likely be hesitant to easily believe what you posted up. So, if I may ask and know the answer to this, are you dead serious? Are you really offering half a million dollars to anyone who'll be your live-in daughter and slave?"

His eyes widened slightly holy shit someone actually replied to that thing? He wasn't stupid he wasn't going to hand out his home address and fling open the doors just this moment, but he did stand up from his desk and walk towards the glass, resting his forehead against the glass as he looked down at the street below.

Was he serious about owning another person? Was this not a joke but somehting that would actually save him from the drudgery of the life he was with. He took a deep breath and took a plunge as it was.

"Yes my dear I was serious, though honestly I didn't expect anyone to call, that add is just the worst." He chuckled rolling his eyes. "Tell you what lets meet tonight at Mojo coffee house on the corner of race, and magazine. It's public, it's famous there's no risk to either of us."

"We will sit down, have a talk to try and hammer out some of the details over coffee, and I'll bring, four thousand dollars to prove i'm honest about this. It's yours if you give me your measurements and change into a dress of my choosing in the bathroom of the caffee. We can consider it a down payment towards the salary. Oh I will need you to bring your passport, drivers or learners permit, and we can figure out the criminal check at a later date."

"Does that sound agreeable daughter?" looking at the clock it was 4:37. "So does eight o clock give you enough time to meet me there?"

Regardless of her answer he would hang up shortly after she gave him the measurements, and was out of the office with a flurry of activity. Signing off, and going to his personal expenses account. Any time he pulled this kind of money out and into a brief case it was a bit of a nightmare. Going to the bank, and requesting that they filled a briefcase with the kind of money that they only wished they made was one of those few gloating things in his life.

Usually he only did this if he was going out for a casino night or something. The idea that he could just part with that kind of money for having someone put on a dress, it would need to be one hell of a dress to justify it.

 

[LadyAthene]

Joslin Indigo Hawthorne​

September 14th, 2017
16:40 PM
Loyola University
New Orleans, Louisiana

The voice sounded ... young. Confident, for the most part, though there were a few times Joslin was almost positive it held a few anxious tones to it. Which was ... interesting. Even the person who put this up, then, was nervous just like she was?

Well ... that was actually a bit reassuring. Maybe this wouldn't be as awkward or impossible as Joslin had originally thought. That thought seemed to strengthen as he even confirmed the amount of money was, supposedly, legitimate."

Hoooooooly fuck. What a find!

Joslin swallowed, feeling her heart was pounding quickly against her ribs. Of course, she didn't expect this to be without any complications. But what a way to work on making her college and financial life so much easier! Finally, she'd gotten a break. One she direly needed, too! As the male chuckled, she joined in with him. "No offense, but yeah. Some parts of that ad were sorta ... well, lame. But I did see others that were way worse. It wasn't a complete failure, but it was definitely ... not what I thought would ever appear, either. A-Anyway umm ... sure. A coffee house sounds great."

As the items that would be needed were mentioned once again, Joslin began typing them up on a notepad. The only one she'd never had prior to now was a passport. Traveling had always been costly. Now, however, it was even more so to leave the damn country, regardless of whether it was for a vacation, moving, or whatever.

"Oh, umm .... measurements. Right. 42 bust, 34 waist, 36 hips. I umm ... well, I'm a bit nervous."

No shit, Joslin; he likely picked up on that much, she thought, taking her turn to roll her eyes at herself.

"But I do want this. Need even, so I will be there. Eight is more than enough time to meet you. Thank you ... hey, wait! How will I know who you'll be when we get to the cafe?"

Too late. She had asked a few seconds too late. A frustrated groan passed her lips as Joslin rubbed her forehead. "Well, shit," she muttered, glancing down at the time and then herself. "Well. That passport ain't about to just create itself, girl. Get your ass moving!"

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By the time it was five before eight in the evening, Joslin was a bit of a wreck. Not so much that she had forgotten everything she needed to do, though. All of the documentations Jace had asked for were clutched in her hands, held firmly against her chest. Obtaining a passport had taken a bit over an hour, and that was namely due to her arriving close before the place wanted to shut down. So she had to plead with them to not delay her.

She had then gone home, played video games for a bit, and took a shower when 7 rolled around.

Given she was about to get clad in a likely fancy dress, she opted to wear something much more casual for this meeting. Besides, ti was a coffee house. It'd likely make her stand out if she had chosen a skirt and top.

Right?

"Well ... too late to run back home and get into those sorta clothes," she muttered, walking slowly through the front doors of Mojo's. As she started gazing around, Joslin already felt like a complete, utter idiot.

Damnit. I don't even know who the hell I'm looking for or if .... wait. He was serious about bringing the money, supposedly. So ... anyone with a briefcase, perhaps?

It wasn't much, but it was better than standing in the lobby wearing what was by far the most clueless expression she'd ever had on her face. Slowly, Joslin began walking and investigating all of the patrons of the numerous tables and booths, telling any staff she was meeting someone. Of course, she was greeted with odd looks when she claimed to have no idea what they looked like. But no one otherwise questioned her nor attempted to call any of the bouncers or actual police, which was good. She wasn't trying to get that kind of attention drawn to her.

And just in case anyone tried to be incredibly persistent, she already had an excuse in her mind figured out; she was waiting for a long-lost relative.

 

[east]

Jace Mayer​

It was around the time he had bought her dress matching up the measurements that he realized he hadn't even really gotten the girls name. He had a large briefcase, and he had her phone number, he should have asked for a picture or something. Considering the amount of money that was currently handcuffed to him he probably could have asked for a lot of things, but he wasn't here to hire some common whore, if he wanted that it would have been much easier to just go to a red light district.

Since he hadn't given her a name either he just grabbed a name tag sticker that was laying around in his car, the ones that said 'hello my name is' and wrote Daddy on the line, sure he was going to get some odd looks, but it would mean that anyone looking for her new father would turn in the end be able to recognize him among the other patrons of the cafee.

She had said over the phone that she was nervous, and the time was fast approaching now where she should have shown up. Part of him wondered if she had bailed out, in which case it wasn't a complete loss, he had still had fun drafting up the frankly weirdest job description he had ever written, along with a policy that HR would frankley be able to fire him for. He wasn't taking any money out of the company however so it was fine.

She would be considered a personal employee, payed over the table, which meant that her salary was taxed, but he had done the math to make sure that her paycheck would round out to half a million dollars in a year. After that because she was employed by him, everything like dress code, and confidentiality was perfectly within his control, even if that dress code was completely naked at the time of his desires and choosing.

So he sat and waited, and then he saw Joslin walking around looking at different patrons. the papers clutched to her chest, and the confused expression made him wonder if she was actually his new daughter. He whistled and waved to her.

"Over here sweetie." He pointed to his name tag, either the woman would understand and take a seat or she would be confused. When it was revealed to be the latter he leaned forward with his chair. He had decided to treat this as he would any interview for a job.

"Before we go any further, My is Jace Mayer, My money comes from Wayland industries of which I manage the USA branch from here in New Orleans. Encase you were thinking that I was some sort of drug dealer or something." He opened his wallet and handed her both his ID, and his company ID to show he was legitimate. He decided that since she was nervous over the phone that he himself wanted to be a little more serious about this, and come off strong at the start.

When he took back his ID's he held out his hand for her paperwork. Looking them over they were convincing enough, and it was good to know that she was an american citizen. "In this briefcase, I have both your dress, and four thousand dollar down payment, but first if you don't mind I would like to ask a few questions to get to know you. Think of it like an informal interview, after that we can go over rolls responsibilities of the job."

"Just so you know this is the turn back now moment. After we get started, and we have a contract you will be under that contract for no less than one year, during which you are giving over a majority of your freedoms." He paused to watch her, he did like the curve of her face, she was cute, young, and had long hair, she was a definite score if she was on board with this plan.

"So first question, what is your plan with the half a million dollars sum total?"

 

[LadyAthene]

Joslin Indigo Hawthorne​

September 14th, 2017
20:00 PM
Mojo's Cafe
New Orleans, Louisiana

The whistle immediately made Joslin turn her head. She wouldn't have even started assuming from a quick glance whether this had been the right man or not. As such, the subtle gesture towards the name tag was greatly appreciated. A hand covered her mouth as she muffled a chuckle. Given the way he decided to make his identity known and remembering how the ad was worded ... yeah. Joslin had a feeling she'd found her new sugar daddy.

"Whew, thank you. I was starting to feel a bit more anxious than I already had been."

One by one, Joslin would neatly set the driver's license and passport down in front of her, allowing Jace to pick them up and examine them as thoroughly as he needed to. He'd find they were all genuine, as was the information included. Then again, Joslin wasn't one of those younger adults who got into really stupid trouble, like using drugs or whatnot. At worst, a curse word here and there. Even then, though, it was only when she felt it to be appropriate. Hell, it usually was used as an adjective, not even an insult to a person.

So as far as she was concerned, the background check part of this job would be one of the simpler things for Jace to perform.

"The ID from you is definitely appreciated. I was honestly afraid of worse than a drug dealer but ... point made."

Her head gently moved from side to side as Joslin heard Jace wanting to ask some questions. "Naw. Go for it. Truthfully, I'd be more amazed if you didn't ask anything. I've definitely got my share for sure." When the 'all or nothing' moment arrived, Joslin did contemplate if she wanted to get up and leave. Her nervousness hadn't fully gone away, no. However, now that she had a name, face, and proof this man was for real, she was feeling one hundred times more confident than when they'd spoken over the phone.

It was going to be anything linked to the contract and becoming an official servant to this man that would be by far the most intimidating parts of the arrangement.

But ... that was otherwise it.

"No, sir. If I wanted to bail, I would've done that hours ago. Honestly, I probably wouldn't have called in the first place."

"So first question, what is your plan with the half a million dollars sum total?"

Her mouth fell agape. Aside from the most obvious answer, Joslin honestly couldn't say she'd planned very far ahead with that answer. Her face flushed in embarrassment when she realized this. "Well ... " she started, deciding now would be the best time to at least make an effort in - hopefully - giving Jace a good impression. At least a decent one, if not astounding. "It's fair to assume I'm in some sorta school. And if that was what you thought from initially seeing me, that's correct. I'm a student at Loyola University, working on a Psychology major. While I do have some scholarships helping me pay for college, there are more loans. Money that needs to be given back than what I'm earning from the government. So finally being able to pay that off will be a good chunk of what the money's used for. That, however, will definitely not be all of it."

She paused, trying do some quick mental math in her head.

"With any luck, I shouldn't need much too much more than two hundred thousand to deal with the university fees and such. After that?"

Joslin stopped again. Now came the hardest part; everything she hadn't originally planned for.

" ... Though I do - as you can see - have the means to drive, I can't say I have a vehicle. I haven't been able to get one since obtaining the license, and my parents are struggling enough as it is. So I didn't get a car for a typical high school graduation gift. That, thus, will very likely be something to look into getting. Hmm. Maybe a more permanent place, I suppose. The dorms and stuff are nice and all. But a home -or at least some place I don't have to pay rent because it's mine and I permanently own it - would be nice."

Sure, it'd have bills. But she'd be months ahead of time in being able to take care of those with half a million dollars.

"I suppose the long and short end of my answer, really, is anything to help get my life and probably my parents a bit more stable. Secured. Easier, you know? Probably not perfect, no. But better than how it's been in some number of years, most definitely."

... Was there even a wrong answer to this question? Joslin had already been introduced to a few of those in some of her classes, where there was no incorrect response. But this? This was so different. And for all she knew, she may have just blown her opportunity and lost the chance to even prove herself. She probably sounded really greedy, if not that plus snobby. Hopefully, however, the fact she did have good intentions would make her desire for the money more .... tolerable?

Oh Lord. Please don't tell me I've fucked up. I literally can't afford it ...

 

[east]

Jace Mayer​

Jace nodded when she said that if she wanted to bail she would have done so by now, that was a good way of thinking about this, in truth he wouldn't have gone through all of this trouble if he hadn't been serious about it, so he could already agree to the thought process. The thought that he may have been some sort of slave trader was amusing, he supposed he was technically after all he was agreeing to buy her for a price.

When he asked his first question he was looking to see if she had sensible realistic goals with the money. Often times with windfalls like this people loose track of the money, and then end up going crazy, eventually they end up either in debt or homeless, it happened to most lottery winners, so having a plan on her head was a good thing.

Plus he was looking for someone sensible if she came up to him and said 'I want the money so I can open an amusement park dedicated to card games' he would have laughed her out of town.

Instead she was talking about schooling, and housing and struggling parents, wanting to sell herself so that she could get a more sound financial life. It was a predictable answer, the kind of which that most would tell the employer when they ask about 'where do you see yourself in the next five years' sort of deal, but with Joslin here he could admit that it also rang true.

He felt no real deception about it, if anything she seemed worried that her more generic answer might be seen as a lie, instead he just gave her a reassuring smile and nodded. It was impressive how many details she could think of that were all sound when he had just hit her with one of the harder questions off the bat.

"Good, you seem to have a smart head on your shoulders, I want to make sure that my daughter doesn't go off and put her money towards something frivolous or wasteful. It's good to see a girl with ambitions at your age, pursuing a degree is a hard battle I myself have one in business."

He leaned back in his chair. "I will make sure that you will be able to continue your studies while in my employ, and on days off you will be allowed to visit your parents if you so desire." He reassured her that he wasn't going to take over her life completely, but she was selling a good portion of it to him.

"For the most part this job will require various activities, not all of them will be sexual, but I'm sure that there will be some of them. You will be sharing my bed on nights that you work, and your services will be required at all hours of the day and night. Most people would find that kind of demand mind breaking."

"What are your strategies to cope for a time when I want something that you may not be in the mood for, you don't have to think sexually if that makes you uncomfortable, it could also be something like me dragging you out dancing after a long day of standing in high heels. How do you think you will be able to perform and what buffers can you see put into place to avoid burn out or exhaustion?"

 

[LadyAthene]

Joslin Indigo Hawthorne​

He was nodding. Acknowledging her answers; and doing so with a smile on his face. That last part made Joslin slump back in her seat and audibly sigh. Unless those reactions were an act, she had passed the first question as far as she could tell. And that was only the first, which made a slight shiver trail down her spine.

Girl, they're only gonna get harder, ya know?

It wasn't that she didn't realize this. But standing up and leaving now would definitely make her look like an even worse hypocrite. Scared as she was, she would keep trying to endure this interview. After all, it'd be easier after this; or so she hoped. Granted, that was the keyword there. Easier, but by no means perfect. She'd be a damn fool to even start thinking things would simply work out. No, no. Joslin was fully expecting several obstacles to come from this agreement. It would be a matter of she wouldn't be facing these challenges alone which, in its own right, definitely was reassuring.

"Thank you, daddy," she replied, unable to smile herself as he praised her for trying to get a degree instead of wasting her life. Oddly enough, some people had thought she was wasting her time and effort. Most were other peers and classmates, though there were the small handful of nonsupporting family relatives. While there were some days she did question why she was working her ass off so hard, Joslin always managed to convince herself in the end it would be worth it. All these years of medical and Psychology-related classes would help her out.

When Jace began dictating what would likely end up happening, she leaned forward, listening intently to his words.

"For the most part this job will require various activities, not all of them will be sexual, but I'm sure that there will be some of them."

Yeah. That made sense. So far, so good.

"You will be sharing my bed on nights that you work, and your services will be required at all hours of the day and night. Most people would find that kind of demand mind breaking."

Joslin swallowed, personally finding the thought to be more intimidating as opposed to mind breaking. Still, Jace had made his point. It did have an effect on her, most definitely. Her feet were swinging under the table; always making sure not to kick her potential future owner, but definitely suggesting from the lone set of movements she was nervous. Maybe even scared was the more appropriate word. Sure enough, when the second question rolled around, Joslin frowned slightly.

"Hmmm. Well, I'm likely not 'going to be in the mood' while studying for a major test or working on a really important project. Coping mechanisms? I ... "

She tried to use both her own example and his own. Tried to envision being in heels and a dress for hours on end. In an effort to make it easier to envision and concentrate on the image, Joslin pretended he was asking her to do something more tame, such as cuddling.

What could you say to make that work out?

"Not right now, I'm too tired" was the first thing that came to her mind. Only to quickly result in Joslin scoffing at herself.

Don't be fucking stupid. You're lucky enough that easy ass answer from the first question didn't end this talk ...

"I don't know exactly," Joslin finally forced herself to admit, the words getting slightly caught in her throat as she felt desperation and despair mingling in. She was fucking up. Somewhere deep down in her core, she knew that. "The more accurate answer," she hastily began to add, "Is those sorts of things are hard to give answers to. It's like trying to predict the future. The problem with what you say you see ... is that's but one possibility. In truth, there are practically endless numbers of options that may or may not end up happening. What any fortune teller could tell you is but one mere choice. It's not the only one we have though. And ... well ... "

Now she wanted to run. Not quite out of the entire restaurant, simply because that would cause too much of a scene. But definitely to the bathroom. She didn't want to cry, even less so in front of Jace; and yet she could feel the temptation becoming stronger and stronger with each failed attempt at giving a more definite response.

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure if my analogy made any sense, nor even know if it helps in any regard. I guess the long and short is I truly can't immediately say for sure. I'd like to think and hope I could give myself energy somehow, be it with something as simple as caffeine or somehow self-inducing an adrenaline rush. Otherwise? I'm not one hundred percent sure myself."

 

[east]

Jace Mayer​

When she admitted that she didn't know Jace leaned in slightly. It wasn't really a point against her these were hard questions after all. He was attempting to hit her hard so that he knew what she was made of.

So far he was noticing that the stress of the interview was actually the most potent thing on the poor girls mind. She seemed scared and her words were kind of odd to him. He supposed he was putting too much pressure for her to have an out for every situation right off the bat, but at the same time his goal was more to make her think and plan ahead.

It seemed that this girl was more the type to take things as they came to her which wasn't the worst thing as long as she remained adaptable it was more the fact that she wasn't smiling, and instead seemed like she was about ready to run away which was worrying.

The fact that she was staying in her seat told him she was serious about all of this, but it felt like she was scared of him, which was not going to work in the long run. He lifted up from his seat, taking a hand reaching slowly across the table, and gently patted the top of Joslin's head, brushing her soft purple hair for a moment.

"You seem a little over stressed for this, I know there is a lot of money on the line, but this isn't nearly as life or death as you think. You're cute, and you're smart so I'm already considering you to be a rather good catch, just try to relax, and smile a bit more." His tone was calming as he brushed her hair, comforting her like one would a child.

As he returned to his seat he opened his briefcase for a moment pulling out a manila envelop, inside of which was a small stack of papers. "Sorry this next part may get a bit embarrassing, but I'm going to name a half dozen or so sexual acts, I'd like you to give a number for each between one and five, one would be a personal limit, and five would be excited to try, additionally if you have previous experience performing any of these acts, you will raise your left hand. just so you know I expect most of these to end up around a three. If you are unfamiliar with a term i use you may say elaborate."

This was the point where he started to get into how well Joslin followed orders, and her personal experience in sex. His orders were to see how well she would deal with the idea of forced limits, and only being allowed to speak when appropriate things that would be covered more in her time training.

"Photography, Restraints, Exhibitionism, anal sex, blindfolding, Humiliation, public play, leashing, vaginal sex. Threesomes, and sex with a second female partner."

There was a lot he had left off the list, including the two corner stones of training, which were oral sex, and spanking. Two things that if she did take the job were basically mandatory. This list was also really basic, but was more to see where she would lay in terms of limits rather than just directly ask her about them which was more awkward.

"In addition, to rating the above, i'd like you to tell me about your last boy or girlfriend. Why do you believe the encounter ended, and what were the problems you faced in that relationship."