A New Career (Playfullchick76)
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				Title: <strong>A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 03:39:42</strong>
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				The mail came a matter of days after you sent off those photographs of yourself to the place you hoped would be your next job.&nbsp; They offered lots of money, shelter, a chance to see the world.&nbsp; And all they asked was a dozen naked photographs, specifically requesting you refrain from using any makeup or beauty products at all.&nbsp; It had been your friend Matt who suggested it too, and he had never did anything that could hurt you before.&nbsp; There was no reason for you not to trust it.<br>The brown box had been delivered to you in person.&nbsp; Strangely, it didn't come from a postman, but a young male in a nice, flashy dark suit.&nbsp; He waited in his car outside your house, while you read over the letter that came with it.<br><br><div align="center"><strong><em>Confirmation of preliminary acceptance</em></strong></div><br>"I am pleased to tell you that your application has been a success, and the prelimanary stages are complete.&nbsp; Inside the accompanying box will be a selection of items which you will be asked to use shortly, but I stress that you must read these instructions carefully, and complete each one in sequence.&nbsp; Failure to do so will result in disqualification.<br><br>1) Deposit all bank cards, credit cards, passports, drivers license, club cards and any other form of identification in to the brown envelope.&nbsp; If you fail to comply with handing over all cards in your possession, strict discipline will be taken.<br><br>2) Please give three valid signatures on the lines provided.<br>____________<br>____________<br>____________<br><br>3) Complete the following:<br>Date of Birth: _________<br>Blood Type: _____<br>Allergies: _____________<br>Known Relatives: ________________<br>Virgin (please circle): Yes/No<br>If yes, number of sexual partners: ____<br>Have you ever masturbated (please circle): Yes/No<br>Martial Status (please circle): Single&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Dating&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Married&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Divorced&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Widowed<br>Nationality: _____________________<br>Can you speak any other language?: _________________________________<br><br>4) Remove all body hair, including underarms, stomach, pubic hairs, arms and legs.<br><br>5) Dye hair with enclosed bottle.&nbsp; Place hair in pony tail. <em>(1 x dark brown hair dye)</em><br><br>6) Dress in the uniform we have given you<br><em>(uniform is short sleeved white blouse, black knee-length skirt, sheer brown tights, black tie)</em><br><br>7) Wear black 6" patent high heels w/ankle strap <em>(lock as well)</em><br><br>8) Once ready, enter the car outside and give this document and envelope to driver.<br><br>9) Sit in back seat.&nbsp; Await further instructions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 15:27:51</strong>
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				Things had been bad since the economic downturn.First i lost my job, and i got behind in my morgage repayments, and the bills started piling up.So when Matt suggested that i take a job that he wouldnt say a lot on, but it was well paying,and gave me travel opportunites as well, I didnt feel that i could refuse it.<br><br>Sitting on the couch, i look out the window at the car waiting outside, then read the letter several times before putting it down and cutting open the box. Taking out the brown envelope, i found that my hands were shaking as i placed my bank cards, both credit cards, my passport, and drivers licence into the envelope and seal it.<br><br>Taking out the&nbsp; uniform, then the 6" patent leather high heels, i gasp as i see the heels on them, then take out the brown hair dye as well and carry them into my bathroom.<br><br>It doesnt take long for me to dye my blonde hair a dark brown color, which makes me look almost like a stranger, even to my eyes,then put my long hair into a ponytail.<br><br>After my hair is dry, I quickly remove any body hair that i have, which isnt much, then change into the sheer brown tights, then the black knee length skirt, short sleeved white blouse and do up the tie around my neck. Nervously slipping my feet into the 6" high heels, i do up the ankle straps, then lock them around my ankles with the padlocks.<br><br>Teetering a bit in the heels, i stride back out to the coffee table, then fill out the document.Signing 3 times where it says to, i put in my date of birth, 18th of September 1975, then my blood type- O negative. Puting in no allergies, i write in my known relatives- an aunt and uncle, some nephews, and a sister. Our parents died in a car accident years ago, so i dont have any parents to worry about me.<br><br>Putting no&nbsp; in the virgin section, i put in 3 partners, my marital status as single, yes in masturbation, then my nationality as American. Putting in that i speak some French and Spanish, I fold it up, then pick it up, along with the envelope and my house keys, then walk out of the front door and lock it behind me.<br><br>Hoping that this is the big break that i think it is, i walk down the path to the car, and hear the statico click of my heels on the path. Slipping into the car, i close the door behind me, then cross my long legs and hand the driver the document and envelope.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 17:01:40</strong>
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				The driver takes both the envelope and the document, slipping both pieces of paperwork in to yet another folder.&nbsp; The plastic yellow binder is then snapped shut, and laid on the seat next to him.&nbsp; He looks at you every once in a while in the rear view mirror before the actual car begins to move.&nbsp; The radio is off, he doesn't talk, for a good five minutes, there is nothing but silence.<br><br>Then his phone rings.&nbsp; He begins a conversation in French, unsurprisingly, and it lasts for another ten minutes, leaving you in the back to merely listen in and try to pick up as many words as you know.&nbsp; "Yeah she's here... looks good... hair, clothes, cards, document, yep... I'll be coming over soon..."&nbsp; It went on like that for a while, his eyes always looking at yours in the reflective glass.<br><br>Finally, he decides to turn around, and smiles slightly, before putting on his sunglasses.&nbsp; "We'll be leaving now.&nbsp; Make sure your seatbelt is on, miss."&nbsp; He says, starting up the engine and pulling the car down the street, unknowingly for you, will be the last time you see your house.<br><br>The journey is long.&nbsp; It takes an hour, maybe an hour and a half.&nbsp; He takes you through backroads that you probably never even knew existed, through the country paths, isolated areas that seemed to lead to nothing but trees and rolling green fields.&nbsp; The car stops finally, a small town, rich looking.&nbsp; Nice fancy buildings that are all around three floors tall, and look to have been here for many years.&nbsp; The driver leaves the car and motions for you to follow.&nbsp; He walks in to one of the buildings, through the reception and stopping to talk to the woman at the desk.&nbsp; She looks almost identical to you, with the clothes and hair style.&nbsp; She doesn't notice that fact, however, and merely takes the yellow ring binder and types things on the computer.<br><br>"Room 3a,"&nbsp; she coldly replies in a low, monotomous voice.&nbsp; The only other addition that differs her from you is a pair of glasses.<br><br>"We're going to Room 3a," he repeats to you, waving his finger to make you follow once again.&nbsp; He walks fast, not caring that you probably won't be able to keep up without falling over in your heels.&nbsp; "Sit in there."&nbsp; He says, pointing to the lone chair in the room.&nbsp; It is completely dark otherwise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 18:02:53</strong>
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				I dont know what im expecting, but the silence isnt what i was expecting. I think about getting out of the car, but then i remind myself that i wont have a home soon if i dont try this job out, and sit still as the car is started up,then is driven away from my house.<br><br>Doing up my seatbelt, i sit back as he drives me through the neighborhood and out of the city completely. I havnt been out here, so i have no idea where we are.<br><br>I look out the window as im driven into a small town, one that&nbsp; many would merely pass through or bypass, but the houses are well built and look expensive. Amazed, i stare at them as im driven past them, and wonder just where im being taken to.<br><br>Quickly stepping out of the car, i walk quickly to try to keep up with him,but the combination of my knee length skirt and my 6" patent leather heels ensure that i have to be carefull not to fall.The driver doesnt stop for any reason, and doesnt even look back at me as he leads me into one of the buildings.<br><br>Standing next to him as he talks to the receptionist, i hide a gasp as she looks just like me, and is dressed almost identically, apart from her glasses that is.<br><br>As i do understand her,i open my mouth to tell him that im not an idiot, and that i heard her, but i forget to as he walks away, forcing me to run in my heels. Falling several times, only the wall close to me saves me from falling to the floor and embarassing myself.<br><br>Catching my breath as we finally reach room 3A, I compose myself, then walk past him into the darkened room.About now, i wish that more than one person knew that i was going for a job, or that i was all the way out here.But its too late now for regrets.I need this job, i remind myself as i walk across to the lone chair and sit down on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 10:48:58</strong>
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				The door shuts, and all light is cut off.&nbsp; There's movement, sounding like feet scraping against the flooring.&nbsp; Squeeks, shuffling, the occasional mumble.&nbsp; It sounds like there's more than one, but it's too late to start questioning or asking things.&nbsp; You feel their hands touching you, holding you down.&nbsp; The chair has arms, and very soon it feels as if they've placed tape to keep your wrists tied down.&nbsp; And with your legs, shackles are wrapped around your legs and the chair to prevent you from getting out.&nbsp; They watch you struggle for a bit, then proceed to press a small section of tape over your lips.&nbsp; Suddenly it feels as if this isn't such a normal interview after all.<br><br>The walking about stops, except for one.&nbsp; Similar to the sound your high heels made walking to this room.&nbsp; A light flicks on, yet it is small, and revealed to merely be a flashlight held in a small, female hand.&nbsp; It blinds your face, but it also gives you a peek at the facial features of the woman holding it.&nbsp; Her hair is a lighter brown colour than yours, although instead of a ponytail, it is much shorter as well, perhaps going only as far as her neck.&nbsp; Her lips are an unusual shade of vibrant red, and she smiles somewhat.<br><br>"I know you are a little confused, and would like to know what is going on.&nbsp; I am afraid you will have to sit and listen for a while.&nbsp; If I ask you a question, you reply by either nodding or shaking your head.&nbsp; If you feel the need to say something, just grunt in to the duct tape and I'll try not to laugh."&nbsp; She says.&nbsp; She also appears to be holding the document that you had filled out, and occasionally flicks the light to look at the filled in sections of information.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 13:14:42</strong>
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				Resisting the urge to stand up and try to find the door in the darkness, I sit still and continue to hope that this is a good thing.But with the promise of a&nbsp; good job, i continue to sit still, even as i feel and hear people walking around me, then tape my wrists to the arms of the chair.<br><br>Before i can think to resist, my ankles are shackled and secured to the chair legs, then a strip of tape over my lips, preventing any speech from leaving my lips.<br><br>Squirming against the tape and shackles as im scared and weirded out by this, I stop as i hear the clicking sound, the sound of a woman walking in heels, a lot like the sound my own pair were making before.<br><br>Blinking my eyes at the light as its shined on my face, I stare back at her, confused and scared as i see her for the first time.<br><br>Testing my taped wrists again, i breathe through my nose and nod my head as she stands there, statuesque in her high heels and looking through the information that i wrote on the document.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 18:43:32</strong>
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				"Well, looking at what you've written, I don't see any problems.&nbsp; There's just some more questions that need asking, before I can continue on with the interview process.&nbsp; Firstly, you might be wondering why we've put you in this state.&nbsp; I guess it is time to explain what our job actually is, or more specifically, what your role will be in the organisation.&nbsp; It may look like an ordinary office building, but I can guarantee you that is not the case.&nbsp; We specialise in offering our clients the chance to have any fantasy they wish.&nbsp; That may involve giving them the chance to have a beautiful woman accompany them on a business trip, or something much more private such as a partner to share a romantic weekend with."<br><br>She shuffles a little, and keeps the light shining in your eyes.&nbsp; "Have you ever went travelling?"&nbsp; She asks, knowing that you must have to be here in France.&nbsp; Although that could have been your only flight, and apart from that, never had left the United States of America.&nbsp; "Our company deals with customers all over the world, from Brazil, to Australia, to Greece to China.&nbsp; Would you say you would be willing to travel such long distances in this job?"&nbsp; She asks, waiting only for a nod or shake of the head before continuing on with the next question.&nbsp; Regardless of your answer, she writes down your response and carries on with what sounds like an unrelated question.<br><br>"We would also like to explain that you are responsible for your own safety, whilst in the presence of our clients.&nbsp; However if you feel they are breaking the clauses in the contract - which you will both sign prior to meeting - you can contact us and we will send a representitive of ours to your residence, and come to examine the situation before collecting you."<br><br>She then steps away from you and presses a button in a small, black object in her hand.&nbsp; A large square lights up on the wall in front, and it reveals itself to be a television.&nbsp; "We will be playing you a long video, an example of some of the things you can expect to experience from working with us.&nbsp; The bonds are to make sure you don't interrupt the video, that's all."&nbsp; She smiles again and the film begins to play.&nbsp; False clips of women in beautiful dresses from multiple locations, enjoying themselves and showing the customers (both male and female) to be nice and friendly to them.&nbsp; If only that were the truth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 19:06:23</strong>
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				This is indeed like no other job interview ive been on.I never would have agreed to be bound and shackled, but the men who bound me know their jobs well, and theres nothing i can do to get myself free, and listen to her as she tells me about the building that im in, as well as a bit about the job on offer.<br><br>Closing my eyes as the light hurts my eyes, she seems to enjoy temporarily blinding me, and revelling in her power over me. I do like to travel, but going around the world, takes a lot of money, money that i dont have.<br><br>Unable to talk, i slowly nod my head to answer her question about being willing to travel long distances.As long as i can make enough money to keep my house, and clear all my bills, im willing to do it.<br><br>The more i listen, the more i realise that im an escort, a hostess that travels around the world to be wealthy mens fantasy. I always felt too shy to do anything like that, but right now, being an escort is my only option.<br><br>Confused as she tells me why im bound, i sigh soflty and stare at the tv screen. Ive seen movies about escorts, and read about them, so i know partly what to expect, and watch as the women on screen walk with wealthy men and lay next to them on exotic beaches.<br><br>Some of the locations include St Barts,Fiji, Lakes in the united states, Russia, China, Hong Kong,Sydney and New York. Locations that i havnt been to before and longed to see.<br><br>Sitting very still, i watch as the video is played, for an hour or two, if not more.Without a watch, i cant follow the passage of time.But from the video, all the women in it look happy and lucky to work as long distance escorts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 19:15:17</strong>
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				The woman behind you never made a sound throughout the entire video, however it wasn't known whether she had actually watched it, or just closed her eyes.&nbsp; What ever the case, a few seconds before it finished, she stood up and turned the screen off, placing the remote back on the table and shining the torch back in to your eyes again.&nbsp; The video itself was a waste of time, showed nothing new that romanticised Hollywood films always showed.&nbsp; It didn't show the downside to it all, the potential side effects.&nbsp; The images of drug-addicted whores, the girls with sexually transmitted diseases or the ones battered and bruised.&nbsp; Nothing like that.<br><br>"There was another reason why you are bound.&nbsp; It's because of this."&nbsp; The torch is lowered and a syringe is in her hands.&nbsp; Even if you struggle, there's no resisting the needle as it stings your neck.&nbsp; "This is a toxin which will help us keep tabs on you.&nbsp; It's also a recently developed substance that mixes with your blood and DNA.&nbsp; In simpler terms, it dilutes everything that makes you unique.&nbsp; Your blood will now match every single person that works in the agency, and when compared to your own, original blood type, will come up negative.&nbsp; Your identity now belongs to us, and the woman you once were is now dead.&nbsp; She has just been involved in a terrible accident off the coast of Panama.&nbsp; A holiday trip gone wrong.&nbsp; Your body is at the bottom of the ocean, too far for any diver to get close to it.&nbsp; Isn't modern technology wonderful?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 19:23:27</strong>
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				Panicing as i focus on the syringe in the torchlight, then on her face as she calmly tells me that my identity, the uniqueness that i have and love, will be taken away, i scream in fear and renewed panic as she injects me with the substance inside.<br><br>Blinking away tears as she tells me that no one will be looking for me, as they'll all think that im dead, even my sister, who im close to, i fight my restraints, and plead from under the tape as i never agreed or signed off on this, no way. After fighting the shackles and tape for several minutes, i slump back and catch my breath as she calmly stands there. That tells me that im not the first woman that she;s done this to, and i wont be the last either.<br><br>No,no, she cant do this, my identity cant just be erased like that, and made to look like someone elses, i have fingerprints, iris prints, but one look at her face, tells me that they have thought of that as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 19:30:05</strong>
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				"Relax, calm down.&nbsp; See, this is why you're taped down.&nbsp; This would have gotten very messy if you weren't in these bonds.&nbsp; Now listen, your sister will find out you are dead tomorrow evening, so right now, the poor thing doesn't know that she'll be receiving bad news soon.&nbsp; Of course we can bring her here too, and you can be together through this, but somehow I think you'd rather she didn't have to go through what you are going through."&nbsp; She smiles cruely.&nbsp; "We're not bad people.&nbsp; You have to realise, we're giving you a new life, a new chance at everything.&nbsp; All the money you could want."<br><br>She grabs your head and holds it still.&nbsp; "Your money will be deposited in to a bank account, safely secured with us until you leave our employment.&nbsp; By that time, you'll be given the pin number, and be allowed access to the funds."&nbsp; She smiles, something you don't see.&nbsp; They don't plan to let you leave so easily.&nbsp; Not when they are spending so much time and effort to do this to you.&nbsp; "Everything should be complete by the time your sister is phoned by the holiday company.&nbsp; You'll be getting your first assingment in a couple of weeks."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 19:47:03</strong>
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				My sister, oh god my sister, I cant let her be taken and go through this, no, i say to myself, then shake my head as i dont want her to be brought here and have her dna and blood diluted as well.<br><br>Twisting my wrists under the tape again, i slump back down and quietly cry at the life that theyre forcing on me. This isnt what i wanted, i loved my home and my family.I;ll never see them again, my new 'employer', would make sure that i couldnt return home, or to the life that i once had.<br><br>Tear stained eyes gaze back up at hers as she holds onto my head, then tells me about the bank account that the money i earn will be put into, as well as when i;ll get access to it, if they ever let me go.When would that be, when im 30, 40, no longer wanted by clients and my 'employer' doesnt worry about me causing any trouble upon my release.<br><br>Trying to plead with her, to tell her anything to get her to release me, she only laughs at the muffled sounds coming from under the tape, as she;s never let anyone go, not when i have so much potential, according to her.<br><br>My struggles cease as i see the pointlessness of it all,by the time im given any freedom, which will be when im with my first client, or on my way there, it would be too late, and they can also track me, but how.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 20:36:24</strong>
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				The woman leaves you for a while, the darkness once more could be hiding watchers and lurkers, just like before, yet you have no idea of what they are doing, if they are still in here.&nbsp; They leave you like this for hours, waiting for the moment you fall asleep, before they strike.&nbsp; The injection helps speed up the process, having been laced with anaesthetic.&nbsp; Soon, you are cut out of the chair and taken to the surgery room.<br><br>"Wake up."&nbsp; The same female voice says, slapping your cheek lightly.&nbsp; You find yourself in a bedroom.&nbsp; It is plain just now, mostly whites and grays, very futuristic.&nbsp; The single bed is in the centre, with a wardrobe in one corner.&nbsp; The floor looks to be made of some hard, durable reflective glass, while the ceiling is the same.&nbsp; A large window on one side overlooks what is obviously a fake city backdrop, but it looks beautiful nonetheless.&nbsp; At the moment, they haven't tied you down, but you remain in your shirt, skirt, tights and heels.<br><br>"You might want these," she says, holding a pair of glasses in her hands - your vision is blurred, and your eyes sting ever so slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 20:54:49</strong>
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				This isnt happening, this isnt happening, i say in my mind over and over as im left in the darkness.This has to be a bad dream, a nightmare that i;ll wake up from, but even as i fight the sleep that pushes at me, i lose the battle and pass out.<br><br>Stirring and waking up as i feel a hand lightly slapping my cheek, I open my eyes and find my vision blurry for some reason.Whats happened to my eyes, they were fine before, i tell myself, but can make out the bed that im resting on, as well as the wardrobe and the huge window taking up most of one wall.<br><br>The image looks real, and the sounds coming from it sound real, but even i can tell that its fake.Even so, it looks amazingly beautiful.<br><br>Glancing down at my body, i expect to find it altered, but im even more surprised as im not bound or shackled in any way. Im still in the clothes, tights and heels that i put on in my own home.<br><br>"What have you,, what have you done to me", i ask her, then take the glasses from her and put them on.Whatever theyve done to me, i need to see it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 21:20:09</strong>
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				"We were just finishing your transformation, dear.&nbsp; Don't worry, there's very few aesthetic differences."&nbsp; She walks closer, the first time you see her in proper light.&nbsp; "Your eyes, for one thing.&nbsp; You'll notice they are a different colour, and your iris is no longer recogniseable as your own.&nbsp; They'll only sting for a little while, and until then, the blurred blindness effect is only temporary.&nbsp; Should heal up in a few weeks.&nbsp; Although, that all depends.&nbsp; Some of the girls here have found they require the glasses as a more permanent feature on their beautiful faces."<br><br>"Finger prints too.&nbsp; We've used the latest machines to place 'stock prints' over your own.&nbsp; See..."&nbsp; She says, holding her hand up and spreading the fingers.&nbsp; "Ours now match.&nbsp; Wonderful, isn't it?"&nbsp; The woman asks, lowering her hand and walking away from you, hands behind her back.<br><br>"This is your room.&nbsp; You'll spend most of your time here when you are not on an assignment.&nbsp; Down the hallway is the library.&nbsp; Sorry, but we only have French books.&nbsp; 90% of the girls here are French, anyway, so you'll adapt the language almost perfectly soon."&nbsp; The brown-haired woman looks to you again.&nbsp; "Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 09:02:18</strong>
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				In a state of shock, i keep my fingers on the glasses as she tells me that my eye color has been changed, from brown to,,what, hazel, blue, I ask myself, and listen closely as she tells me this as if i should be happy to be in the employ of her and the organisation.<br><br>Shocked again as i hear that my fingerprints, what i was hoping to use to convince any authorities that im me, i notice that hers and mine do look very similar, identical.<br><br>This is all like a bad dream, kidnapped and made to become a fantasy escort for wealthy men, or women perhaps as well.<br><br>Sitting very still, i take a closer look around the room, i try to contain the outrage and betrayal that im feeling, Outrage that they can do this to me, and betrayal as it was Matt that told me about this.He must have been in on it all the time.<br><br>"Yes..how long have i been here,, and..was Matt, in on this", i soflty ask her, while trying to control the urge to lunge at her and do something to get me punished, or worse.<br><br>"French.. I do speak it, but i cant read it, you cant expect me to just,, learn an entire language just like that", I add and hold onto the sides of the bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 12:30:36</strong>
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				"I'm not saying you <em>have</em> to learn to read French, I'm just suggesting that if you want to read one of the many books we have in the library, then you're better off learning how to read the language.&nbsp; I don't think that many of them have pictures."&nbsp; She smiles again, as if this is enjoyable, one big joke to her that changing your life for the worse, forever, isn't such a big deal.&nbsp; Not for her, anyway.&nbsp; Although obvious that she's went through the same experimentation as you have, it's hard to tell if she was a voluntary subject, or like you, tricked in to doing what she now does.<br><br>"Matt?"&nbsp; She asks, frowning a bit as if trying to remember the name, then smiles and nods.&nbsp; "Ah yes, Matt.&nbsp; Your little friend.&nbsp; No, he wasn't in on this, but we can bring him in if you'd like.&nbsp; You can ask him yourself."&nbsp; She said, shrugging and looking at the door.<br><br>"While you are here, you will be subject to twice-daily room inspections.&nbsp; Once in the morning, to wake you up, and once before you go to sleep.&nbsp; There will be a small buzzer that goes off, when you hear that, you walk over to this corner here."&nbsp; She points to the furthest away corner next to the 'window'.&nbsp; "They will check your room, make sure you aren't hiding any offensive weapons.&nbsp; When your'e standing, put your hands against the wall and spread your legs.&nbsp; Don't make any sudden movements as well.&nbsp; Just warning you about that."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 17:24:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just from looking at her, and from what i remember, her glasses, and dark brown hair, she's probably gone through the same changes and procedures that ive been put through.What could possibly make her continue to live like this, and help to bring other innocent women into this new lifestyle.<br><br>'No, no, if Matt had nothing to do with this,then..I dont want him brought in, i dont want anything to happen to him", i quickly reply to her as i check my fingerprints again, then my reflection.<br><br>'Offensive weapons, where would i possibly find offensive weapons in here, im a prisoner", i nearly cry out at her as im still seen as a possible danger here even after the injection, being declared dead, and the changes to me.<br><br>"More likely its to humiliate&nbsp; me further, isnt it.I'll submit to it, but dont expect me to be happy here", i tell her, then stride out of what is now my bedroom, and down the hallway to the library.<br><br>Have they drugged her, or has she just accepted things as they are. I dont know if i can accept it, but i need a room to think, and i cant do that in my bedroom.It has to be in the library.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>14-06-2009, 12:15:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're not a prisoner, we didn't drag you here and throw you in a cell.&nbsp; No, you signed a contract, one that you did by your own free will.&nbsp; We didn't have a gun to your head when you sent it to us, you could easily have tore it up.&nbsp; But this is the life you have chosen."&nbsp; She says, following you to the library, a yard behind you.&nbsp; She stands at the door, but doesn't go in.&nbsp; "You'll grow to like it here.&nbsp; Trust me, it might seem unusual at first, but you'll change your mind soon."<br><br>The woman walks away, to leave you in peace.&nbsp; At first, there doesn't seem to be anybody else in the library, either they're on assignments, or in their rooms sleeping.&nbsp; Once again, there is a long artificial backdrop on one side, giving the illusion that you're high up in a sky scraper.<br>That's when you see someone you thought you'd never see again.&nbsp; A young woman of your age who had disappeared last year.&nbsp; Sitting on a couch, she looks up at you through her glasses.&nbsp; Her hair matches yours, business suit almost identical, one leg crossed over the other.&nbsp; A French book is in her hand, and she reads it with upmost attention, glancing up at you once in a while showing no recognisition of who you are.<br>Your friend Clara was never one to wear high heels, or skirts, yet here she is.&nbsp; She almost seems to be comfortable in wearing them.&nbsp; And with her not showing any signs that she knows you, you wonder what exactly this place <em>really</em> is.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>15-06-2009, 17:15:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her words, said so calmly, infuriate me, but something tells me that im being watched, even now, and that if i hurt her, i;ll only be hurt even more.<br><br>Still fuming and fustrated as they treat me as if being here is a privilidge, I let her lead me to the library.Its surprisingly big,and well stocked.Reaching for the closest one, i find that its written in french, and that i cant read any of it, naturally.<br><br>Placing it back on the shelf, i notice the only other person in there and stop as i recognise her.Clara was one of my closest girlfriends, and was always a tomboy.She never wore heels, and hated to wear dresses or skirts.She practically had to be forced into them for weddings and other formal occasions.Yet here she sits, casually, wearing 6" patent leather heels, a skirt and top just like me.<br><br>Her disappearance came as a shock, but then her body was said to have been eaten by sharks, which were seen around her sunken SUV, which supposedly went off a freeway and into the water off Florida.<br><br>"My god, Clara, is that you, is it truly you", i ask her as i walk up to her and sit down next to her. As she notices me, but doesnt seem to recognise me, i look her up and down and still cant beleive that its her.Only her face says Clara,everything else says sophisticated lady.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stan'</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 02:34:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Clara looks at you with a somewhat confused glare, not so indifferent from her previous glances.&nbsp; To her, you know her name by word of mouth.&nbsp; Someone has obviosuly told you who she is, and from that, you know her name.&nbsp; But that you were friends?&nbsp; It has totally escaped her mind, as if removed completely, or else, just hidden away.&nbsp; She unfolds her legs, and switches her legs so that the other one crosses over her other leg.&nbsp; Her French is perfect, showing recognition of the English language yet replies in only the tongue of the French country in which you're currently in.<br><br>"Of course it's me... why wouldn't it be?"&nbsp; She asks, frowning a little before returning to the pages of her book.&nbsp; She flicks the pages every so often, obviously more interested in her book than becoming involved in a conversation with you.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met.&nbsp; You are...?"&nbsp; She asks, trying to think if she knows your face or your name, but comes up a blank.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A New Career (Playfullchick76)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 16:42:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Im Abby, Abby Sinclair, your friend, dont you recognise me at all", i ask as i understand enough of what she's saying, but she never spoke french before.Yet here, she speaks it like a native.From her command of the language, she sounds as if she was born to it, but still understands english.<br><br>"What happened to you, please, you have to remember, think.We've been friends since high school.You truly dont recognise me", i ask her in my best french, but she still doesnt recognise me.<br><br>Just what did they do to her, to get her to forget her life before, to dress like a high class lady, abet a french one.Fearing that i;ll become just like her, i reach for her hands and take them in my slender ones, to seek out any part of the Clara thats still there.
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