Jenny In Wonderland

[LeBaronSamedi]

Slightly amused by the tremble in her voice that she tries to gloss over by bending down and picking up his empty glass, Baron smiles as gets a generous outlook into Jenny's cleavage.

As she straightens up again, he leans back in the big plushy armchair. Their eyes meet and Baron smiles again as Jenny turns looks down, avoiding the gaze from this man, about 25 years her senior, in his tailored suit.

He leans forward again and reaches out his hand, his fingertips slowly grazing along her inner thigh, feeling Jenny's skin through the sheer stockings. A bold move, even in these surroundings, but he does so with poise, as if Jenny shying away would be competely put of the question. The two attractive women are still watching, now whispering something to each other.

Just as Baron's fingertip reach Jenny's stocking tips, he stops and looks up at her. "I think you can get very far, little Jenny", he says.

 

[JS1979]

we might be better off to try something easier here:
https://forum.literotica.com/threads/hot-talk.1586028/page-7#post-99018001

 

[JS1979]

(continued from https://forum.literotica.com/threads/hot-talk)

I am impressed by Mr. Baron's offer, the best so far in my life. A generous salary, a live-in facility and expenses plus travelling, attending social events.... Luxury! Passing another milestone further into the Wonderland !

Oh, training?....a big question mark. He didn't say anything about it. Am I plunging into something unknown? Well, I have nothing to lose because I have nothing.

“Your training will be conducted by me and the Miss . You will be reporting to the both of us.” Mr. Baron said to me.
The Miss。At least she didn't frown when she first saw me entering the office. She looked as foxy as I am. I have no ambition to compete with anybody, I have no problem reporting to her or respecting her as Mr. Baron's Miss. Who knows, I might become the MISS myself someday.

“Mr. Baron, it's very nice of you. I really appreciate your offer. I'll be happy to take on the training. Would you allow me to keep my week-end part-time job at the swingers' club before you formally hire me ?

 

[LeBaronSamedi]

Baron smiles at Jenny's naive enthusiasm. "I'm happy to hear that. Yes, you may keep your job at the swingers' club, as long as it doesn't interfere with your duties here. Maybe it's even helpful for your work here if you continue to be of service in the club."

Baron gets up from his big leather chair to shake Jenny's hand, looking deep into her eyes as if trying to look into her mind. He has her hand in his, with his other hand on the back of hers. "Welcome aboard then. Can you start right away? Oh, and regarding your housing, you can pack the things you want to take with you tonight. It will be picked up tomorrow and brought to your new quarters at my mansion."

He smiles at Jenny paternally. "Just one formality before we sign the contract: As you have no references for a position like this, we have to hedge against financial loss if you quit prematurely. There will be a clause in your contract obliging you to pay back your salary and compensate us for any losses we may have until we've found and trained a replacement, should you decide to leave us before your training is finished. I'm sure that's OK with you?"

 

[JS1979]

So he thinks I am naive? It's a mansion! Dame! Not just a house but a mansion. Seriously, I've never seen a real one with my naked eyes. How many people have seen a real mansion? Finally.

It's a common sense, there must be at least a maid, a gardener and got to be a chef in the kitchen. Im pretty sure somebody would bring me coffee and food. They'll call me 'Miss Jenny‘。To be Mr Baron's # 2 Miss is very good to start out. It would be foolish of me if I complain. He thinks I am naive?

I know my duties would definitely include sucking Mr Baron's cock and spreading my legs for him whenever he has an itch on his balls. I have no problem doing that as long as he doesn't put me on a collar or a leash to walk me around. I'd even be happy to go to the hotel room arm in arm with his business associates to make his business easier. I wonder what kind of business he is in. It doesn't really matter. Hope it's legal though. He doesn't look like a bad guy, seemingly able to see through my heart 。

“ Mr Baron, not to worry. Everything should be fine. I'll go home now to pack my stuff and will be ready to be picked up before the sun goes down."

 

[LeBaronSamedi]

"Wonderful. Just let's not forget the formalities", Baron replies and produces a multi-page contract from a desk drawer. He hands Jenny an expensive fountain pen and opens the contract at the last page. "Just sign here!" After she and him have put their names under the document, Jenny is ready to start her new life. "I'll see you at my place tonight. Let's celebrate your new career then", he says, seeing her out of his office.

She heads home and packs her belongings into two small suitcases. At 8PM sharp, a young, muscular chauffeur in a dark grey suit arrives and picks her up in a black limousine. He puts her luggage in the trunk and opens the door for Jenny. After quite a long drive, they arrive at a tall metal gate. The chauffeur taps a code into the keypad and the gate opens. At the end of a long gravel driveway, there is a huge mansion, English country house style. In front of a wooden double door, Baron waits for Jenny to get out of the car.

"Welcome to your new home!" He hugs her tightly, rather inappropriately for a boss. The chauffeur gets Jenny's luggage out of the trunk and drives off. "The house staff has the evening off. It's best if we have your first night here in private. Let me show you your room."

Baron turns on his heel and enters the mansion. Jenny has a hard time following, especially as she has to carry her suitcases herself. At the end of a long corridor, Baron produces a huge key, unlocks a door and opens it. He makes an inviting gesture. "You'll stay here."

They both enter the room. There's a huge four-poster bed in the center, made of dark wood, with lots of pillows and satin bed linen. On one side of the room are shelves full of shoes - pumps, sandals, mules, boots -, all high heels and expensive looking. The other side is full of clothes rails - business outfits, evening gowns, lingerie, even some leather, PVC and latex. A big flatscreen is laced next to the door, the only modern looking item in the room.

*There's an en suite to your left, if you want to freshen up. You're expected in the dining room in 30 minutes sharp. Just down the corridor. Don't be late." Baron turns on his heel again, heading out, but leaving the door open. Jenny is alone in the room that will her home from now on.

 

[JS1979]

I took the multi-page contract home. It looks like the kind of contract any bank would show you when you open an account there or when you buy a computer online you see the same thing. Who would read or understand what's in the contract? Who would? The good thing is that they just say "sign here" . Clear and simple. Nothing ever gone wrong. Mr. Baron is probably worried too much that I might misbehave while staying at his mansion. I am basically a good person and have never done anything terribly wrong.

I signed the contract in my room with the door closed while my mother was out in the garden.

I knew it in the bottom of my humble little heart that a limo was coming to pick me up. I was right. It came out true. I knew I was good at knowing common sense. So i was dressed sexy and somewhat formal in one piece to meet the occasion. I had the chauffeur call me 'Miss Jenny‘ already at the first sight when I greeted him at our front door. My mother came up to shake her head. Her face showed a mix of complicated emotions. I am already 29. what could she be thinking?

"Welcome to your new home!"
The mansion stands still and strong. It's very quiet. Nobody else is around. My 3inch high heels suddenly feel too high and my luggage suddenly feels too heavy. I did manage to walk the long corridor to the end.
"You'll stay here....You're expected in the dining room in 30 minutes. Just down the corridor. Don't be late."
I opened the large walk-in closet. Business outfits, evening gowns, lingerie,... Mr Baron's collection of lingerie is out of the ordinary. Each piece of those would make Victoria's secret no secret. I am pretty sure I'd get to wear some of them.
It's taking me 30 minutes to just pace around this room and trying to absorb what's pouring into my eyes.
It's time for me to go to the dining room.
“ Here's the contract I signed.... Everything should be fine..................... Mr Baron.”

 

[LeBaronSamedi]

In the dining room, Baron is sitting alone at the end of a table that seats 15 people easily. As he hears Jenny's heels clicking on the stone floor, he turns around and smiles warmly, looking the sexily dressed young woman up and down. Taking the contract and putting it aside without looking at it, he says: "Enough business for today. Let's celebrate."

He fills two large glasses with ruby red wine. Jenny is about to sit down, but Baron raises a hand. "Mm mm, little girl. Please get our dinner from the kitchen first." He points to a half open door. Behind it, two plates, covered with domed silver covers are visible on a counter. "Never forget that your new position requires you to be always on duty."

 

[JS1979]

“Mr Baron, First and foremost, I am not a little girl. You are mistaken. I am Jenny. I'll be happy to help you find a little girl. As your personal assistant, I'd help you go online to find one. Would you like me to do that? If so, please give me some idea of your standards or expectations. When I find one, I'd reserve a table for 3 at Chez le Marquis"

Jenny goes to the kitchen and brings the two plates to the table. Napkins , silver ware and the beverages are all in place. She raises her glass of wine to Mr Baron and says, “Cheers, Let's celebrate."

 

[JS1979]

Jenny is back to her weekend Job At The Swingers' Club.

She smiled at the man in the cocktail lounge who asked her for taking a photo of her.

She later went up to him, "Hi, sir, my name is Jenny. Let me know when you need something."

 

[JS1979]

Job At The Swingers' Club

​

She is wearing something more daring today. Where in the world can a young lady get the chance to flash her flesh in front of men? This is the place. It was actually the manager's idea that happened to be what Jenny had in mind.​

"Hi, sir, my name is Jenny. Let me know when you need something."​

 

[JS1979]

This thread is for role playing or at least for less formal IC comments. Not for very few words of snap OOC comments.

However, if it's thoughtful, an OOC discussion or erotic conversation on any of the posts in this thread would be fine.

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

A Job At The Porn office (1)

She stumbled into a porn studio office.
" My name is Jenny. I am......I am here......looking for work..."

The man behind the desk asked her, ” what kind of work are you looking for?....Are you looking to work in the office or maybe the porn movie studio?"

Jenny, 28, 5'4”, 130Lbs. Not bad. Her eyes were sparkling but seemed to be floating in the air without a direction. Recently just got kicked out from her little job for asking for a pay raise after having sex with her boss two times.

“I hope I am at the right place. Somebody down the hall directed me to this office. ... It can be any kind of work as long as I am capable of ."

Do I want to work in the office or the porn studio? Maybe something new...porn...?. That's what the old man that kicked me out from my job suggested. He said to me, “Jenny, you would be very good at it.” I kind of believed him after he said that. That's what inspired me to be here now.

She turned her face to the man behind the desk, “ But I have no experience in the porn studio. Do you have a secretary position open? Maybe I could do some office work first and do some observation on the side to see how the porn actors work. Maybe, just maybe, I would dip my toe into the studio after a while when there's an opportunity for me. "

Greg “Sonny Biggs” Grafton was at the desk, purely coincidentally, when Jenny came in. He was there to pick up a cheque, and the results of the bi-weekly screening to allow him to be in compliance with the regulations of the industry, and keep him ready to shoot.

This girl presented a hook that was straight out of an 80’s gonzo flick. Walking in off the street, looking for office work, in a porn studio? Typically the only people here were crew loading gear for location shooting, or talent doing exactly what he was doing. Picking up pay, or test results. The studio owner, Ben, was never here. And Barney, the security guard, worked for three different units in this complex.

So the chances were only one-in-several that you’d actually find someone in the office. And one-in-hundreds that Barney’d even stop someone. There was new talent almost daily, and the turnover was relentless. Greg didn’t even recall the last time Barney escorted someone out. What the real security was, was in being incognito. The place could have passed for an interior design firm, or any number of bland offices.

There were no signs proclaiming “Dumptruck Films” anywhere to be seen.

Greg shook off the cobwebs, and fastened his best smile to his rugged, chiseled features. “Right this way, Jenny. Let’s sit you in an office, and start an interview. You look lovely today, by the way…”

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

(Shall I / we continue?)

 

[JS1979]

Jenny's been stumbling around here and there looking for work. So she ended up here this afternoon at a porn studio in an office building complex that looks complicated. At 29, she is actually still quite raw in the business world. She once worked for a realtor as his personal assistance. Most work took place at his big house or travels to other cities with him. Yeah, she's had other jobs. Each of her odd jobs was odd.....Now, the porn industry? There's even a security guard. Goodness... porn business ......Of course she has no problem shaking her tits or spreading her legs for men, but the business part of it is intimidating. She may not even know how to talk properly at the interview taking place in a minute.

“ Are you the studio owner?”
This man in front of her now doesn't sound like the one Jenny talked with over the phone yesterday who identified himself as the studio owner Ben. This man's voice doesn't sound like Ben. His smile....somewhat wicked.......the slightly ruthless type. And his rugged, chiseled features …..Hmmmm...this one must be a porno king.

“ Are you the studio owner? Are you Ben?”

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

They continued walking for a moment, passing a few closed doors, and passing two crewmembers who were carting lighting equipment, and coils of cable, and who cranked their necks to get a look as Jenny passed by. Was Sonny trying out some new talent? “No. No, I’m not the owner. Ben’s in Miami this week. My name is Greg - I’m kind of looking after things while he is gone.”

They arrived at an open door, and Greig smiled, showing Jenny inside and offering her a seat opposite a desk. He sat on the other side, getting comfortable in his workplace. Of course… This was a set, the computer wasn’t even plugged in, and Greig was making most of this up on the spot.

He regarded her for more than a moment, his eyes, well trained, in peeling back the layers and undressing the target of their gaze, fixed now on the delectable form in front of him. “So Jenny… I have to ask, why here, and why now? You could get office work anywhere. Why this place?“

His cock obviously appreciated what he was seeing and began to relax and expand in his lap. As if in anticipation of the “interview“ to come…

 

[JS1979]

It turned out that Jenny had him figured out. He is not Ben. He is not the owner. But he somehow walks like an owner. He is taking the lead in the hallway and Jenny is following.
As usual. She follows men. No, she doesn't wear a blindfold but she follows, with her eyes open. She's built up some confidence in following men. At least to make the flow look smooth and peaceful.

What she is wearing today to this place should be considered reasonable and sensible.
No? Yes? After all this is only the first time as somebody new for an unforeseeable gig, but the way the passing two crew members cranked their necks would make bystanders think Jenny is a big new star or something.

Greg and Jenny have arrived at an open door. Showing Jenny inside and offering her a seat opposite a desk. Greg is sitting on the other side. His eyes, piercing. Fierce. The aura radiating from this man goes right into Jenny's skin. In the same groove it's penetrating into her internal system as her mother's recent companion did when Mom took Jenny to meet him.

“so....ah....you are …. Greg.....so, Ben gave you the job to interview me? Are you his secretary? ”

 

[DirrrtyDanny]

Greig smiled, and there was more than a hint of the mischievous behind that smile. “Ben knows that I have a neck for finding, shall we say, talented individuals for his business.“

The initial interview was very much a conversation. Jenny’s past employment, experience, proximity to the workplace, family, and social obligations, hobbies, any volunteering she has done, payment expectations. Pretty standard. But Greig was pleased with himself, but he had made it all up, and that the conversation had flowed effortlessly, naturally.

They had even shared a few laughs, and Greig could see from Jenny’s posture, and how she was sitting back, legs crossed in the chair as if hanging on his next words, that she had relaxed.

“So, with for knowledge that this is an adult studio… How are you about nudity, Jenny? Does the site of attractive adults in varying states of Undress bother you? Are you a very sexually open person? Do you find yourself standing in judgement over sex workers, or people in the adult, entertainment industry, or are you comfortable with sex?”