Chapter One
It had been a week since Evie had turned 18, she had celebrated the day by sitting in her room reading a book, she didn’t have many friends and the few she did have were away for the summer, her family were no good either, she was an only child, her mother had left when she was little and her father split his time three ways between working, drinking and sleeping. Anyways, since her birthday Evie had spent her days searching for a job, her father had told that she would have to start working now that she was eighteen and he was no longer receiving child support.
Evie had asked for work everywhere that she could think of, clothing stores, supermarkets, charity shops, etc, she had managed to get a few interviews but they had never called back, choosing some other candidate instead. Dressed in blue, baggy jeans, a black t-shirt, grey jumper and black trainers, she headed into the city centre in search of a job. She walked for a while, checking shop doors and windows for ‘staff wanted’ posters, eventually she spotted one outside of a bar that was looking for a waitress, it wasn’t the kind of job that she would ever want but she was getting desperate, she took a deep breath and headed inside.
It was an hour before midday and the place was pretty quiet, there was a couple of older gentlemen sitting playing cards in a corner, a middle-aged couple sharing a quiet drink at a table and a guy who looked to be in his mid to late thirties sat drinking at the bar. She walked up to the bar, stood a little away from the drinking man and waited for a member of staff to appear.
Evie’s patience was rewarded after a couple of minutes when a barman appeared from behind a staff door. “Can I help you?” he asked with a smile, the man was older-looking and a little overweight, she felt his eyes travelling over her body despite her modest clothing, it made her shudder.
“I’m here about the waitressing job” she stated, her voice quiet and a little shaky from nerves.
“That job has already been taken.”
She felt her heart sink.
The barman smirked at her, “I think we could find another job for a sexy little thing like you.”
Evie froze, she didn’t know how to react to a comment like that, she wanted to run but fear paralysed her.
Fortunately she didn’t have to say anything, the late-thirties man turned towards the barman and spoke for her. “Fuck off you perv before I speak to your owner,” he said, his voice low and threatening.
The barman took a step back in shock, gave the customer a dirty look and stalked back into the staff area which had come from.
“Are you alright?” the man who had come to her aid asked her.
“I’m ok” she lied unconvincingly, her voice shaky.
“Have some of my drink to calm yourself down.” He pushed his drink towards her.
She shook her head, “I don’t drink,” she said truthfully having never touched a drop of alcohol after seeing what it had done to her dad, he had never hurt her but his words were often abusive.
“Well if you don’t want a drink then how about a job.”
She looked up at him, “you really have a job going?” she asked excitedly.
He smiled, “I do indeed, though I warn you it might be a bit out of your comfort zone.”
That put Evie off a little bit but she couldn’t be too fussy, it couldn’t be any worse than what the barman had been hinting at. “I’ll do it.”
The man laughed, “at least come to my store and see what the job is first.” He finished his drink and headed to the door.
She followed eagerly.
The man walked quickly and always kept himself ahead of her. She hurried after him as he turned down a side street and opened up a shuttered door. She went inside after him and immediately stopped in her tracks, he had led her into an adult store. The walls and shelves were lined with all sorts of erotic items, those closest to her were lined with dildos, vibrators and many other toy-like objects that she did not recognise, the further she looked back the stranger the items on sale got, she shuddered thinking about what they might be used for. Another section of the shop was dedicated to items of clothing, she saw lingerie, skirts, heels and other items of clothing that she had not seen before. The store was huge, far bigger than it looked from the outside. She figured that it must extend behind all of the shops on the main street.
“Please come in.” The man said. He had stopped a few paces in front of her and was watching her look around in shock with a bemused look on his face. “I’m not expecting you to use any of this stuff,” he added with a laugh having seen that she wasn’t moving.
She was incredibly nervous and a little scared but she pushed herself to take a step further in, she needed the job and it could be entirely innocent, he might just need someone to stand behind the counter. “What would my job be?” she asked, her heart hammering in her chest.
“Nothing dirty I promise you” he said with a friendly smile, “I just need someone to do some general work about the place, behind the counter, restocking the shelves, stock-taking etc.”
“That sounds easy enough,” she replied, she also found that it was easy to look at him rather than look at all of the erotic items on sale.
“Great, would you be willing to do a little interview?”
She nodded.
“That’s great, I think we should start with a little roleplay scenario, I’m going to play a customer and you’re going to sell me something, sound good?”
She nodded again.
He pointed out the counter and told her to wait behind it, as soon as she was behind the counter he turned towards the exit. When he reached the door he turned back around and started to act as if he was a customer looking around at the shelves.
Evie wasn’t sure what to do but she thought a proactive approach would be the best option, with that in mind she approached her potential employer and put a smile on her face. “How may I help you?” she asked.
“I’m looking for a present for my wife.” He said, “I’m often away on work and I’d like to get her a toy to keep herself satisfied with.”
She didn’t know what to say, she hadn’t been expecting him to be so open. “I guess you could get a dildo,” she said nervously pointing at one of the smaller dildos, she blushed bright red as you spoke, talking about this kind of thing always made her flustered.
The man shook his head and gave a frustrated sigh. “That was awful,” he said, breaking character. “You’ve got to sound more confident, and you should always address customers as ‘sir’ if they’re a man and ‘miss’ if they are a woman, understood?”
She nodded her head.
“Use your words.”
“I understand” she said nervously, she was starting to think the job was not for her.
He smiled at her but it no longer held the same warmth as it had before, “right go back behind the counter and we will start this again with a different scenario.”
She did as she was told and like before her potential boss started to look around at some shelves, this time though he moved to a section where the toys looked less familiar to her.
“Hey, how may I help you sir?” she asked, walking over, she smiled and tried to sound more confident this time.
He smiled at her approvingly, “Me and my girlfriend are looking at getting into bondage,” he said in character, “neither of us have done anything like that before and I was hoping to pick up some toys to start us off.”
Evie had very little idea of what he was talking about, she was vaguely aware that bondage was about tying people up but didn’t know more than that. “Might I suggest some rope sir?” she said putting as much confidence as she could into her voice, if she could sound confident now then she could learn more about the products later.
He smiled at her again, “I was thinking more along the line of handcuffs.” He said purposefully, sounding nervous to suit the character and forcing her to be the confident one.
She looked around quickly and spotted a collection of cuffs hanging on pegs, she picked up a pair with a fluffy black outline as they looked the friendliest, “how about these?” she said, “perfect for beginners” she added as an educated guess.
“Those look fun,” he said, taking them from her, “how do they work? Will I need a key or is there a button or lever to unlock them?”
It was unfair of him asking questions she had no answers for but she did her best and gave the cuffs a quick look over, she found a small lever on the side. “No key needed” she said with a smile and showed him the lever.
“That’s a shame, I was hoping for something lockable,” he frowns at her.
“I’m really sorry,” she responds, taking the cuffs back, “I’m sure I can find something with a lock and key. Evie turns back and finds a lock and key set of cuffs, they’re steel and grey and don’t look as comfortable as the other one. “I’m sure these will suit you better,” she says, handing them to him.
“Perfect” he says grinning, “though actually the cuffs seem a little small, my girlfriend has similar sized wrists to you, could you try these on to see if they would fit her?”
“I guess I could,” she responded, too naive and innocent to stop and think as she held out her hands, palms up, wrists slightly apart.
“Excellent!” The man said enthusiastically, giving her a wide smile as he locked the cuffs around her thin wrists.
She gasped as she felt the cold steel closing around her wrists and pressing against her skin. “They fit perfectly sir.” She said, moving her hands about to show that they were securely locked in the cuffs, she then held them back out in front of her, expecting the man to unlock her from the restraints.
The man brought the key to the lock and then stopped, smirked, and said, “if I unlock you then you have to do something for me.”
“What do I have to do?” she asked nervously.
“Well it’s very warm in here, so if I unlock you then you have to take that jumper off.”
Evie sighed with relief, she had been expecting him to ask her to do something difficult or weird. “I can do that.”
“I am liking your attitude, keep up like this and the job is yours.” He said, unlocking the cuffs as he spoke.
She rubbed her wrists where the steel had dug into them, then she grabbed the bottom of her jumper and pulled it up over her head. She noticed the man’s eyes running up and down her body.
“You really do have the exact same body size and shape as my girlfriend,” he said, flashing her a devious smile, ”
Evie blushed, rightly assuming that it was a compliment.
“In fact I think you could be just the right person to model some of the clothing we sell here in the shop, if you agree to it and try on an outfit just so I can see for certain if you’d be right for it, then I’ll give you the job, plus some bonus salary for doing the modelling.”
Sweet, naive Evie couldn’t believe her ears, all she had to do was try on some clothes and she’d get the job, she smiled at the man, “what do you want me to try on?” she asked.
“Wait here, I’ll pick out an outfit for you.” He said, leaving her, then and going over to the clothing section which she could make out in the distance. The man moved behind a wall, obscuring her view of him. She started to feel nervous, thinking of what he might want her to wear.
After a couple of minutes, he returned, “I think these will be your size.” In his left hand he held a small-looking dress made of a somewhat shiny, black material, in his other hand a pair of stiletto heels that had to be at least five inches in height.
Evie looked at the dress and heels in shock, they were very different to the baggy jeans, t-shirt and trainers that she was currently wearing.
He pushed the outfit into her hands, “there’s a changing room just over there,” he said pointing towards a door at the far end of the row they were standing in. As she reached the door he called out to her, “take your panties off when you get changed, I don’t want to see a panty line.”
She felt herself go bright red at the comment and quickly shut the changing room door behind her. Inside the changing room was a decently sized space, perhaps two metres by two metres, the wall opposite the door was covered by a floor to ceiling mirror, on her left, at head height, was a steel rail for hanging up clothes. Evie looked at herself in the mirror, her skinny frame covered by her baggy clothing, on rare occasions she had worn dresses in the past but none like the one that she was now holding up in front of the mirror, she had also never worn proper heels before and wondered if she would even be able to walk in them, that was if she even went through with trying the outfit on, she was starting to have serious doubts about how much she wanted the job. But then she remembered what her father had said, about kicking her out if she couldn’t find a job, she knew she didn’t have the skills to survive on the streets, she needed the job, badly. That was what she kept repeating to herself as she stripped down to her underwear, matching plain black bra and panties, she kept the panties on, despite what the man had said, there was no way she would be able to make herself walk back out without them on.
The dress had no zip and she had to wriggle herself into it, the material clung to her body tightly and, despite her slim figure she had to breathe in to pull the dress up. The back of the dress stopped just above her hips whilst the front continued to just below her soft, round, 32b-size breasts before splitting into two halves to cover her breasts and leave an attention worthy amount of side boob despite her petite size, the bottom of the dress came down to the midway point between her knees and her ass, not as short as she had thought at first glance but still a lot shorter than she was used to.
She looked in the mirror and had to admit that she looked good, the dress hugged her body tightly, showing off the few curves her petite body had to offer, making her small ass and breasts look slightly larger and complimenting her figure a lot more than her baggier clothes had, also the man had been right about a panty line, she could see the edge of her underwear faintly outlined through the dress, she hoped he wouldn’t notice.
Next came the heels, the man had guessed her shoe size perfectly, she slipped her right foot into a heel, she found it weird how her foot was now tilted steeply down towards the ground, it felt even weirder putting her weight on to the foot and she had to use the wall for support as she got her other foot into the other heel. She wobbled as she moved her hand from the wall and had to stick both her hands out to balance herself. It took her a few minutes of pacing up around the changing room by using the walls as support before she felt ready to walk out and face her soon-to-be employer.
She opened the door and slowly walked out into the main area of the store.
The man was waiting for her with a smile spread across his face, his eyes watching her lustfully as she struggled to walk towards him in the five inch heels. “You look perfect!” He said as she stopped in front of him.
Evie blushed at the compliment.
“Now do a little twirl for me.” He said in a commanding voice, moving his finger in a circular motion to indicate what he wanted her to do.
She slowly spun around, trying as best as she could to not fall in her heels. As her back was turned she felt the man grab her arms and pull them behind her. “Hey! What are you doing?” She shouted in shock as she fell back into the man, landing against his muscular body. Next she felt the cold steel of the cuffs locking around her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back.
With a hard push the man brought Evie down to her knees, the heel of her shoes pressing into her ass through the material of the dress. “Good news sweetheart” the man said, his voice suddenly sounding deeper and more menacing, “you’ve got the job.”