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Let me rewind a bit on my previous employment. As a
college student, I haven't had much time to really look for a job, and boxing
hasn't really brought me any cash. Even with the boxing tournaments I enter,
they don't get me anything aside from the joy of winning. Plus, I wasn't
popular or good enough to be sponsored or anything like that. My parents from
time to time would send me money and try to help me out. I tend to cook for
myself, as going out to restaurants or getting fast food can become quite expensive.
At times, I would do free lancing for my graphic design stuff. I wasn't very
good at it, but sometimes people would need some kind of flyer or advertisement
made. This is where I could come in and design something for these people, just
to get a little bit of cash. It wasn't much, but it allowed me to get the
things I enjoy now. I wasn't "poor" per-say, but that doesn't mean I
was rich either. My situation was that I just couldn't afford everything I
wanted.
I was talking to a friend of mine who was in some kind
of porn gig. He opened up a small studio here in my city and was trying to
recruit people to help him out. He said he had a team going and that it was
rather successful, however he told me that he’d need more help and would like
me to get involved. I didn't know what it was exactly, but he said he needed
help with those who had cameras or those familiar with video editing. Luckily
for me, I had a nice camera lying around at my apartment. It wasn't mine, my
old roommate gave it to me as a gift for helping him out (long story). Not only
that, but the software they use for video editing was something I was familiar
with, so that wouldn't be an issue on my end. I volunteered to help out, plus I
was kind of curious on what he did there. My buddy knew of my "money
troubles", and thought his way of helping would be to hire me to his
studio. Thing is, he'll be moving location in 2 months, so I'll only be
employed for just those last 2 months he has left there. I accepted the offer;
best to be employed than to stay jobless. And from the hours he told me I'd be
working, sounded very flexible and wouldn't interfere with my boxing hobby or
school.
Once I started work with Justin (that's his name. He
was in charge of the entire porn operation gig here at the studio), he told me
I'd be doing one thing, yet when I started I was doing the other. Basically, I
was told I would only take camera shots and video edit. What I didn't know was
I would also be a taxi cab for the woman we picked up and "help out"
during certain shots. This was an "interesting" studio, as it wasn't
the basic porn that I thought he was talking about. Basically the studio
covered a popular fetish known as S&M (or bondage for some people). It involved
woman being tied up in odd positions and being sexually tortured in strange
ways (don't really want to go into detail, trying to keep this blog Safe For
Work, but I think it's too late for that, haha). Some woman liked the joy of
being kidnapped or raped, which was odd to me because some of them seem to
really enjoy it. At times, while I was taking pictures, I would have to come up
to the guys tying up the woman and help adjust the rope or whatever. Thing was,
everyone who worked at the studio were all very cautious on how they treated
the woman. Even though some of the tortures seemed a bit extreme, their safety
was always a huge factor. Ensuring no real damage happened to the girls was the
number one concern. As suppose if something bad were happen to them, it would
be bad for business. Mats were be placed on the floor, surrounding the woman
being "tortured" in the studio, so when sometime did go wrong it was
easy to cut the rope and the woman would land safely on the mat. Even with most
of these precautions in place, the girls who wanting in on this would still
worry for their health. Granted, it does take a lot of guts to get involved
with something like this, as trust is no doubt the number one factor here. They’re
suspended in place while we can do almost anything we want to them; it's no
reason why they would be scared for us to do our "work". In the end,
most women were more concerned about their health than gaining our trust.
Driving around the UT Campus, I did my usual pick up.
It was mid morning, close to afternoon, the campus looked busy as usual. Didn't
run into too much traffic, but it was easy to find the clients/models/woman.
Some were briefed on how my car would look like, plus I had a logo on my car
that seems to stick out. I had their phone numbers as well in case I couldn't
find them. It was an interesting gig, just picking up girls and taking them to
the studio.
Some of the girls I could pick up seem really nervous
and scared, asking questions like
"Where are we
going?", even though the info they found this off of had full detail info
on what the studio was about. I guess they had every right to be scared, as I
could have been anyone and faked who I was. But to be fair, I've never heard of
any rape cases related to this, so I'm sure they were okay. Not to mention,
when I had to pick up several girls in one trip, those paranoid started to feel
a lot more comfortable about the situation.
Other women came in prepared, and seem to be only
interested in the cash they received after the gig was done, sticking strictly
to business.
Some models (woman) we picked up were only around for photo
shoots, which seemed like the easiest route to take as very little movement was
needed from them. However, the cash they got in the end wasn't much, so not
many of them were too interested in that.
Other woman who came in looked so nervous, they didn't
seem like they could handle the torture. These kinds of women didn't seem
worried about being taken to an unfamiliar place where their life may be in
danger, but rather the sexual tortures to come. It was obvious who these girls
were, as they sat in the back, I would look into my rear view mirror and see
them pondering outside, looking nervously around as if the car is about to cave
in on them. They seem okay talking to everyone, but these girls, once taken
into the studio and the torture would begin, we would have to end the session
(that's what we called our work on the girls) early cause they just couldn't
handle it. Sucks getting woman like this, it was a waste of time and money.
We'd pay them a small amount just for participating, but we get nothing out of
it. Even if we filmed an entire session, we would have to erase the footage and
start on the next girl. We couldn't submit uncompleted sessions on the website.
Justin said it looks bad for the website even if it's just photos.
However, one girl in particular I picked up was a
"special case". Early afternoon, driving around UT to pick up
woman/clients/model (whatever) to take to the studio, there was this one Asian
chic (half Asian, half white I suppose) who gave off a different type of expression.
I picked up three women, the Asian girl being one of them, and they all looked
like they were here just for business, ready for whatever's to come at the
studio. But the Asian girl, sitting in the back, I had a clear view of her face
in the rear view mirror. She looked nervous, like she didn't want to be here,
yet spoke with us like if she was excited about going to the studio. Going on
saying how she's never done anything like this before, and didn't trust her
pervious boyfriends because they might over do it, or are not creative about
it. Yet looking at her, I could tell she wasn't going to make it through the
session. Even her voice kind of crackled at times like if she was too nervous
to speak. What was she doing here anyways? I only prepared for the worse once
we got to the studio.
Back at the studio, the two women waited in a large
wooden room. In this room, we had the torture equipment and cameras all over
the place, ready to film. The other members of the staff were here, working on
the cameras to make sure everything was good to go. I kind of hung around, just
looking around the room, seeing if there were any new torture devices that
Justin may have picked up. The Asian girl wasn't going to be on stage until the
two women were done with their session. She decided to come up to me and tried
to start a conversation with me, but what she said made me wonder about her.
She was kind of cute; I was surprise to see someone
like her at a place like this. As I lend up against the wall in the room, she
came up to me, lend up beside me. "Hey!" she said.
I didn't look her way; I just looked over at the staff
setting up the cameras. "Hey..." I didn't really care about talking.
"So what do you guys do here?"
"What?" I was kind of surprised she asked
that. "We sexually torture woman and put them on our website. What do you
think we do?"
"Sorry..." it's like she felt bad about
starting conversation.
I felt a bit annoyed that she asked something so
stupid, but she didn't want to give up.
She then gave me her name, "By the way, my name is
Jennifer!"
I replied, "The name's Jamie."
"Do you have a nick name?"
"No." I totally did, but I didn't want her
calling me 'poser'.
"You can call me Jeff for short."
I couldn't help but laugh and looked over at her. I
wanted to show her the expression on my face, like a 'are you serious' kind of
look. I chuckled and I just had to asked, "Are you serious?"
She looked concerned, responding with, "Is
something wrong?"
Maybe I heard wrong, I had to confirm what she said
with me. "People seriously call you Jeff for short?"
"Well... some of my friends do..."
"And that's acceptable around your friends? What
do you call your other friends?"
"Well..." she paused for a long time. She
brought her hand up to her mouth. Kind of rolled it up into a fist, looked like
she was biting on her index finger, like if she was nervous to answer. She
looked away from me as she tries to find the best way to answer the question.
I started scratching my head and maybe showed off an
offensive gesture on accident while speaking with her. I sighed and said,
"...Look, don't worry about".
She then put her hands together like if she was prying
and let them fall to her waist. She looked back at me, still looking confused,
"So... did you use to skateboard?"
What an odd question to ask, I thought to myself,
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"In your car, underneath your rear view mirror you
had that symbol from Black Panther Company."
"Ah, very observation of you. Yea, I used to
skateboard a lot with a buddy of mine. He really enjoyed the equipment that
came from Black Panther and thought their symbol looked cool. When he would
grind or clear a gap on something he felt was amazing, he would mark it with
the black panther symbol."
"That's neat!" her face lit it, she wanted to
hear more about our skateboarding tales.
"How's your friend doing now?"
"He's dead."
"Oh..." she suddenly became depress, looked
down towards her shoes, and trying to avoid eye contact with me.”I'm
sorry", she sounded like she was about to cry.
I didn't want her to feel bad, plus I didn't want her
looking depress once she got up to do her session. "Don't worry about it,
you didn't know. I enjoyed my skateboarding days with him. He was a cool
guy."
"....." she didn't respond. It seem like this
conversation was over.
Later, it was Jennifer's turn to get up on stage.
Everything was set and good to go, as I stood behind camera crew, one of the
men in charge of the session came up to her and asked her to remove her
clothes. It was odd seeing her do this, she looked completely nervous. She had
a hard time removing her leans because of how much she shook. It got so bad she
had to sit on the ground just to take off her jeans and undergarment. I wasn't
worried for her, as I knew that she wasn't going to make it through the
session, so I only prepared to take everything down and was ready to drop the
girls back off at the campus.
The guy in charge of torturing session got his ropes
ready and started to tie her up. Once they got her air born, you could tell she
didn't look very conformable; she was shacking all over the place. She looked
like she was trying to squirm out of the ropes, but the way she was suspended,
that was just not possible. The guy was trying to calm her down by telling her
'it's okay' or 'hey, chill out', but she didn't seem to listen. She continued to
squirm and make random moans like if she was in pain. The guy looked all around
Jennifer's tied up body to the make sure the rope was secure. Even from my
view, she shouldn't be in any real pain. The guy went ahead, grab the first
torture device and insert it into her.
Jennifer panic, and screamed. She yelled the magic word (FYI: the
"magic word" is the word used to release them from the torture in
case they're in any danger), forcing the guy to cut the ropes and releasing
her. That was the end of the session. It sucked seeing this, as when the girls
are putting their clothes on, you can see everyone's face on how upset they
looked. It was a "what a waste of time" kind of expressions, because
stuff like this did cost us money.
It was getting late, the sun was setting, and I was
making my way back to the UT campus. Driving, I had to the three girls in with
me. The two other woman started talking about random stuff happening in their
school life, where as Jennifer stayed quite. She looked a little down, almost
like if people were looking up to her, and failing this, she let them down. I
dropped off the two other girls first, saying my goodbyes and hoping they had a
good time. They seemed to have enjoyed themselves, and we do get repeat clients
sometimes, so that's always a good thing.
As I was making my way to Jennifer's place, she looked
like she wanted to ask me something, but didn't know how to say it.
Kind of concerned, I asked, "Is something the
matter."
Still looking somewhat depress, she replied, "Did
I do bad?"
I kind of chuckled and told her, "You're okay. Not
everyone could handle these tortures. I mean, I can see why people would get
nervous. You're being man handled by some random stranger. Anything could
happen!"
She was looking out the car window, I guess checking
all the building and street lights that surround us. We were driving around the
campus, as I was trying to find the best route to take in order to drop her off
at her apartment. "What are you going to do after this?" she asked.
I told her, "I'm going back to the studio to do
some video editing. We got quite bit footage this week."
She looked into my rear view mirror, trying to make eye
contact with me. “Is it okay if I come with you and watch?”
“All I’m going to do is video edit.”
“I’m wondering how this all works. Maybe watching
videos of the other models in their sessions would help me out.”
We normally don't bring clients back to our studios,
but I made an exception. “Well... okay...”
Back in the studio, I was in a small room with a
computer. It was a nice computer; it had the ability to run several videos at
once. That or maybe the software itself was just really good. Whatever the case
was, I used the computer to make all the edits, uploading all the footage each
camera took.
Jennifer would look over my shoulder, and from time to
time she would wonder around the room, looking at all the torture devices
hanging on the wall. She asked some odd, yet interesting questions. “Does this
stuff turn you on?”
I just stared at the computer screen as I continued my
work. I answered, “At first, when I would work on these videos I would get
excited. Deciding the best camera shots was such a privilege, as it gave me the
freedom to select the angel that shows the girls in their best. But now... now
it’s just another day at the job. I can barely get an erection off these videos
because I’m just so concreted on making sure the videos look good for our
customers.”
When she would look over, she would mention how
surprised she was, seeing some of the woman enduring the pain they would go
through, and continue with the session.
“Some women liked it, I suppose.” I stated.
“It looks neat... but...” she paused.
“Yeah...?” I don’t know what she wanted to say. She
just took a really long pause, didn’t say a word and continued to walk around,
looking at the devices hanging on the wall. I watched her walking around, as
the footage from the camera I just plugged into the computer was still
uploading some footage.
She turned over my direction and asked, “Could you...
torture me?”
I was kind of surprised to hear that, but I don’t know
if we had the time. “So, you would like another session?”
“Yes, please. I want to give it a second chance, but I
don’t know if I can do it. Could you please setup a session with me... like
right now?”
“Right now?”
“Yes, if you can!”
She sounded kind of excited, but at the same time, I
suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Some of the footage I was uploading was going to take
some time anyways, and normally I would look up facebook or whatever in the
mean time. “Alright then, let’s do a session.”
That night became a lot more interesting than I
thought. We started off the session with the same routine Jennifer went through
earlier in the afternoon (the one she freaked out on). I knew how to go about
using the rope and ensuring nothing happens to the woman. Safety was always
such a big concern here, and we took steps in making sure everything we did to
their bodies didn't leave any scares or damage them in anyway. When she was
tired air born this time around, she didn't seem to mind it. Her face kind of
gave off an expression that she was scared, but she wasn't squirming like last
time. She remained still, waiting for me to do whatever was to come next. At
corners of the room was the torture devices placed inside large wooden boxes. I
just grab whatever devices I was familiar with, and kind of
"pleasured" her with it. The night went on, and we did different
routines as I showed her several of the devices we had and what they did. She laughed
at how silly some of the devices looked, and was shocked to find out what some
of them actually did to the female body. It was kind of neat talking to her, as
comparing it to the way she spoke with me earlier; I didn't expect her to even
hold a conversation.
Later after the session, I went back to editing videos,
but it was getting really late. However, a job is a job and I needed to get
things done before I had to drop Jennifer off. What tripped me out about her
this time was how she was walking around naked. Even after our session, she
didn't bother putting her clothes back on. She just went about her business,
looking around the place just butt naked. She didn't seem to mind, she would
ask random questions and I would answer them with no problems. At times I found
it silly why she was walking around like that, but I never bothered to ask her.
As I was editing, I notice all the footage I had
uploaded and didn't think I had enough time to get it all edited. Plus, I was
kind of getting tired. I don't know how much longer I was going to stay.
Jennifer sat next to me on the floor as I continued to video edit. I was just a
gray computer chair while the computer itself was a flat long brown desk. She
was watching the footage, curious to know if I recorded her at all.
"I took pictures. But that's about out." I
answered.
She giggled a bit and said, "I see." she was
quite for a bit, and remain still as she sat there while I did my work. Maybe
she was looking at the computer screen? Wasn't sure what she was doing, I was
to focus on doing my work, but I notice at the corner of my eye she was just
sitting there. "So you used to skateboard, right?" she asked.
Maybe she was trying to figure out a way to ask that
without offending me. Granted, I wasn't insulted before, but maybe she thought
I got upset when she asked about my friend. I replied, "Yeah, I had a lot
of fun doing it. Made a lot of friends, the scene there had a lot of people in
my home town."
"I used to skateboard!" she sounded excited.
Maybe she was happy that she had something we could relate to. "We had a
skate park in my city. My buddies would always take me along and pay for my
entry into the skate park. They were all boys, however. They would normally pay
for my way in... I couldn't help but take advantage of it.
"Pfft, women." I said jokingly.
"What?! No, that's how it is!" she sounded a
bit offended. I couldn't help but smile at the fact that I made her mad.
"Ooooooookay!" I started to act sarcastic.
"I wish I was a girl so I can get free stuff all the time!"
She stood up and started to lecture me. I turned my
chair over to see her, trying to figure out what she was lecturing me about.
The entire time while she was talking, she was showing so many hand gestures
that her tits were shaking all over the place. I couldn't concentrate on what
she was talking about. Maybe she was right about... whatever she was talking
about.
After she was done talking, I replied with, "What?
Oh, I didn't realize this till now, but you have really nice breasts."
She got upset and stormed out the room. I just went
back to my work on the computer.
About ten minutes later she came back into her room
with her clothes on. I thought about it for a bit, and decided to save and
close everything I was working on. As the computer was shutting off, I got up
from my chair and walked past her. "Alright, let's get going" I told
her.
Jennifer followed me out as I was closing the studio. I
locked up the placed, and walked over to my car. Jennifer and I got in, as she
sat on the passenger side.
During our drive, Jennifer started mumbling to herself.
I couldn't make out what she was saying, but it sounded like she was trying to
ask me something. I didn't care enough to ask what she was doing, I just wanted
to drop her off home and returned back to my place.
She eventually asked, "What are you going to do
after you drop me off?"
I chuckled and replied, "You ask a lot of
questions don't you?" I paused for a bit to hear if she would say
anything, instead she remained silent. "Well, I need to get up early for
school since I got class in the morning and I need to make it to my boxing gym
right after that."
"Wow! You box?!" she sounded interested, like
if it was neat to know someone who did boxing.
"Yeah. Been at it for several months now. My coach
is trying to make me strong enough to compete with the big guys."
"That's so cool! Do you like it?!"
"I only did it to get into shape. But after a
while, I started to really like it. So yeah, I enjoy it... a lot
actually."
"That's good to hear." she sounded relieved.
I was kind of confused by the statement, like 'it's good that I was in boxing
or else' kind of thing.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Huh?" she did sound confused.
Maybe I was thinking too much into it. "Ah, never
mind. I'm just being stupid."
"You act kind of odd sometimes. Like back at the
studio, you would do some of the strangest things."
"Yeah, I tend to act odd. Oh well, I'm just going
to go home and watch My Little Pony while I'm high!"
She laughed, I don't know if she thought I was serious
or not.
Finally got to her place, I dropped her off. She
couldn't help but tell me she had a great night and would hope to run into each
other again. I told her I'd visit her, but when? I wasn't sure.
Getting back to my home, exhausted, I feel fast asleep
on my bed. Just so tired of today, I couldn't wait to start a fresh new
tomorrow. Didn't have time for anything, didn't get a chance to catch up on
Friendship is Magic or get high. However the dream I had that night was no doubt influenced by the things that happened at the studio.
