Call Girl Bondage
“Shit!” The curse came out louder than Helen intended and she looked around the lobby of the student accommodation. The nineteen year old girl let out a sigh of relief when she saw that there was no one else around and turned back to the source of her annoyance. Putting her hand inside the mail box she pulled out the official looking brown envelope and was pretty sure she knew what it was even without having to open it. Closing the mail box she made her way along to her room and threw her bag on the floor as she entered. She then stepped across to the table and chair, put the envelope down and sat to stare at it. Finally, with a loud sigh she picked it up again and broke the seal to pull the letter out. It was, as she suspected, a final demand for her college fees. The sum of one thousand dollars jumped out at her and she groaned, wondering where she was going to find that sort of money.
Helen put the letter down and went to make herself a cup of coffee. She then moved back to the table and sat down again to consider her options. Even though she was working nights as a waitress, the money she made came nowhere near enough to pay the fees. In a couple of months she had managed to save over one hundred dollars, but at that rate she would never pay off her college fees and the danger was that she would be kicked off the course long before she had the money. Sh e considered leaving the course but that was really the last option as she wanted the qualifications, needed them in fact, if she was going to follow the career path she wanted. The knock on her door caught her attention and she stood up to go and answer it.
“Oh hey Cassie,” she said when she saw her friend. “Come on in. I was just having a coffee, do you want one.”
“Sure,” Cassie answered. “You’re sounding a little down. Is everything OK?” Without saying a word, Helen walked across to the table and picked up the letter, handing it across to her friend and then going to make a cup of coffee.
“That’s a lot of money,” Cassie said as they moved to sit down. She handed the letter over and Helen looked at it again before finally stuffing it back in the envelope.
“A lot of money I don’t have,” she said.
“The waitressing not cutting it?” her friend asked.
Helen shook her head and then took a sip of her coffee. “It pays OK,” she said as she put the cup down again, “but unfortunately nowhere near enough to cover what I need at the moment. If I don’t find something else I might end up having to quit college and work full time.” Cassie started to say something and then hesitated. Helen frowned. “What?” she asked.
Cassie still hesitated. “OK,” she finally said. “You didn’t hear this from me.”
Helen’s frown deepened. “Umm…, didn’t hear what exactly?” she queried. Cassie said nothing as she leaned down and searched in the bag on the floor at her feet. She finally straightened up again and held out her hand. Helen saw the small business card and reached out to take it. “College Escorts,” she read out and her eyes opened wide. She looked at her friend. “Is this what I think it is?” she asked.
Cassie nodded. “You can keep the card, but like I said you didn’t hear about the agency from me.”
“Are you working for them?” Helen asked and Cassie shook her head. “But…, you did right?” went on Helen.
Cassie hesitated yet again and then nodded before she started to talk. “I found myself in a fix last year when I lost my part time job. I didn’t have the money for my accommodation and a friend gave me the card. I didn’t use it for a while, but eventually reasoned it was a short term thing. Do it and get the money and then quit. So I went to work for them.”
“Jeez,” said Helen quietly, suddenly looking at her friend in a different light. “Isn’t it a little…, well…, tacky.”
Cassie shrugged her
“Shit!” The curse came out louder than Helen intended and she looked around the lobby of the student accommodation. The nineteen year old girl let out a sigh of relief when she saw that there was no one else around and turned back to the source of her annoyance. Putting her hand inside the mail box she pulled out the official looking brown envelope and was pretty sure she knew what it was even without having to open it. Closing the mail box she made her way along to her room and threw her bag on the floor as she entered. She then stepped across to the table and chair, put the envelope down and sat to stare at it. Finally, with a loud sigh she picked it up again and broke the seal to pull the letter out. It was, as she suspected, a final demand for her college fees. The sum of one thousand dollars jumped out at her and she groaned, wondering where she was going to find that sort of money.
Helen put the letter down and went to make herself a cup of coffee. She then moved back to the table and sat down again to consider her options. Even though she was working nights as a waitress, the money she made came nowhere near enough to pay the fees. In a couple of months she had managed to save over one hundred dollars, but at that rate she would never pay off her college fees and the danger was that she would be kicked off the course long before she had the money. Sh e considered leaving the course but that was really the last option as she wanted the qualifications, needed them in fact, if she was going to follow the career path she wanted. The knock on her door caught her attention and she stood up to go and answer it.
“Oh hey Cassie,” she said when she saw her friend. “Come on in. I was just having a coffee, do you want one.”
“Sure,” Cassie answered. “You’re sounding a little down. Is everything OK?” Without saying a word, Helen walked across to the table and picked up the letter, handing it across to her friend and then going to make a cup of coffee.
“That’s a lot of money,” Cassie said as they moved to sit down. She handed the letter over and Helen looked at it again before finally stuffing it back in the envelope.
“A lot of money I don’t have,” she said.
“The waitressing not cutting it?” her friend asked.
Helen shook her head and then took a sip of her coffee. “It pays OK,” she said as she put the cup down again, “but unfortunately nowhere near enough to cover what I need at the moment. If I don’t find something else I might end up having to quit college and work full time.” Cassie started to say something and then hesitated. Helen frowned. “What?” she asked.
Cassie still hesitated. “OK,” she finally said. “You didn’t hear this from me.”
Helen’s frown deepened. “Umm…, didn’t hear what exactly?” she queried. Cassie said nothing as she leaned down and searched in the bag on the floor at her feet. She finally straightened up again and held out her hand. Helen saw the small business card and reached out to take it. “College Escorts,” she read out and her eyes opened wide. She looked at her friend. “Is this what I think it is?” she asked.
Cassie nodded. “You can keep the card, but like I said you didn’t hear about the agency from me.”
“Are you working for them?” Helen asked and Cassie shook her head. “But…, you did right?” went on Helen.
Cassie hesitated yet again and then nodded before she started to talk. “I found myself in a fix last year when I lost my part time job. I didn’t have the money for my accommodation and a friend gave me the card. I didn’t use it for a while, but eventually reasoned it was a short term thing. Do it and get the money and then quit. So I went to work for them.”
“Jeez,” said Helen quietly, suddenly looking at her friend in a different light. “Isn’t it a little…, well…, tacky.”
Cassie shrugged her
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