Kristin’s Encounter Begins Anew


The ad seemed innocent enough. She had been reading the want ads for some time now, seeking something different to do. Years at the same job had taken its toll, boredom, and a feeling of dread that came with every new day. This ad was different though. It caught her eye, and after dismissing it as either nonsense, or a joke of some kind, she kept going back to the same paper and rereading the circled advertisement, “If you are a bright, thin, attractive, highly adventurous and daring girl who sees herself as a fire-engine red Ferrari, rather than a blue mini van, and craves excitement beyond the usual, contact us at….” Some job description, Kristin thought. How anyone is expected to apply for that, she thought. It must be a come-on of some kind. Thursday was slower than usual, no good prospects, and her funds were rapidly running out. The idea of working at a Mc Donald’s was not in the picture, after being an executive for a large company. Damm them for relocating to China, she muttered to herself. After looking in her purse, Kristin decided that the twenty-four dollars that she had left was not going to last too much longer. The paper was still lying on the kitchen table, with the circled ad folded on top, as she finished her breakfast. Reaching for the phone, she muttered to herself, another crappy job, I’m sure. The excitement is probably doing cold calling for vacuum cleaners or something. The phone rang and rang, just as she was ready to hang up, an Oriental female voice answered. She explained her reason for calling and the girl on the other end just listened. When she was finished, the voice simply said, “Come to 99 Elm Street, suite 4, tonight at 9PM. Dress like you were going to a rock club to party, you will enjoy the interview, I promise.” The phone hung up without the person saying another word. Weird, she thought, and dismissed the whole idea. The day dragged on. Daytime TV sucks, she thought to herself. One more show about dumb women that love prisoners and I will scream. The clock showed 7:30PM, Şişli escort bayan she was still unsettled about the ad and now the weird phone message. Her imagination was peaked; she could not get the caller’s words out of her mind. Taking a deep breath, she got up, walked into her bedroom, and opened the closet. “OK,” she thought. “I’ll go take a look, and then leave.” She had no idea of what to wear; she usually wore dress clothes to her job, and had not dated too much in the last few years, since her divorce. She spied something in the back of the closet that caught her eye. A few years prior, she had purchased a wild outfit to show herself off, for then husband, after she had caught him cheating on her with his secretary. “Let him eat his heart out,” she had thought, “I’ll be the wild-child and then dump his sorry ass.” The bright-red, vinyl micro mini skirt, barely covered her behind. The white, halter-bra top she selected was likewise about half the size that she would have liked it to be, if she was to be seen in public. The thigh-high, red, vinyl boots stood atop a platform that made her beautiful, long legs seem like they went to the sky. Matching studded, red, wristbands and a neck-choker, topped the outfit off. “This will do,” she thought, “And besides, it will make me feel better if I can strut myself a bit and drive the interviewer a bit crazy.” The drive to the location was exciting enough for her. The top was down on her convertible, and all the truckers on the interstate honked and whistled, as they looked down on her in the tiny car. The tease in her was coming back; she hiked her skirt up almost to her waist, so that her bright-pink, satin panties were almost fully exposed. “This isn’t bad entertainment,” she thought to herself. The address given was not in the best part of town. The streetlights were about half broken, boarded and abandoned buildings, were everywhere. Parking as close to the address as possible, she looked in her mirror and poofed her Escort Sultangazi hair up to where it was desired, and put a fresh coat of ruby-red, lip gloss, on just for good measure. The walk to the building was a combination of excitement, and the feeling of “What the hell am I doing here….” A strange feeling of wetness greeted her as she walked, her panties were soaked, and she didn’t realize it until now. “Wow,” she thought, “This isn’t too bad, so far. I haven’t been this hot since the divorce, when I seduced and fucked a young guy at a dance club, just for the fun of it.” The steel door on the building was bent and dented, from too many attempts to get inside, the handle was ripped half off, and the holes in the door seemed to look just like bullet holes. She hesitated for a second; a voice on the intercom rang out, even before she had pushed the buzzer. “Walk in, please,” the voice said. Kristin heard the click of the electric lock as the door eerily creaked opened. Before her was a steel-staircase, with an arrow painted on the wall, pointing up. Seeing nothing else, she climbed the stairs and opened the door at the top of the landing. Inside, the girl behind the voice greeted her; she was a very beautiful Oriental girl, with long flowing jet-black hair and a face that belonged on a porcelain doll. Her Kimono dress was a bright orange silk, it fit her like a glove, although the length barely passed her upper thighs. The reception room was appointed like a Park Avenue office, beautiful wall coverings from China, lush carpeting and a mahogany desk. Not too shabby, so far, she thought. Looking at the wall hangings, she noticed that they were all of ancient erotic scenes, most of which had women as the object of royal’s pleasures. Unusual, compromising positions, and strange acts, foreign to her, were depicted in bountiful detail. As the inner-office door opened, it startled her. The man and a woman that passed from behind the hidden, inner-door, were chiseled in appearance, Taksim escort and looked like they just stepped out of a runway fashion show. The man’s suit fit like it was hand tailored for him. The girl was tall, thin, and wore what looked at first glance, to be a skin tight, shiny, black catsuit and high heel ankle boots. The dim lighting played tricks on her eyes. At second glance, the girl didn’t seem to have a face or hair…She regrouped her senses and took another look at her. She was right, no face or hair to be seen. The girl was covered from head to toe in the stretchy, shiny, black suit that was like a second skin, covering her body. She was able to speak and breathe well enough, and didn’t seem to mind at all what she was poured into. The man noticed her staring at the encased girl. He then spoke to her, ”It’s a Zentai,” he said, “Its ritual Chinese for a courtesan to wear, in front of her master, you’ll get used to this, and so much more.” “What do you mean,” she asked. “You are here, once again, to become a member of our family,” he said. “Your reply to the ad was based not on what you read, but the subliminal messages within it. You saw what you wanted to see, no more, no less. You’re being here, once more, is your final acceptance into our world. From now on, we are your only contact with the outside world. As we speak, our minions are emptying your apartment. The belongings that you will require are being transported to your new home. That home is here. Every second of your day is to be a learning experience, every action that you will take, is to be what we expect and demand of you.” “WHAT???” she screamed, “Are you NUTS??? What do you mean, here once again, I have never seen you, or this place before, and you have the wrong girl. I was replying to an ad for a job, that’s all,” she said to the now impatient man. He then proceeded to go into great detail about her prior experiences, none of which made any sense at all to her. She was told that for nearly three years she was a part of his family of courtesans, he even produced photographs to prove his point to her. He told her: that on a stormy, terrible night, several years earlier, she disappeared along with two others in the family, leaving no traces to follow. They searched and searched for her, and finally gave her up for dead.

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