A small excerpt from my newest story:
Jerry swallowed the lump in his throat as he rode up the elevator, holding the coffees he had been sent out for in his hands. It was his first day at the temp agency and this was his first assignment. He thought underlings being sent out for coffee was only a cliché of cinema, especially in the era of so many food delivery services. He tried his best not to shift nervously as the elevator continued its slow climb. He felt woefully unprepared when he arrived at the address and found it was one of the major skyscrapers downtown. Worse still, the company he had been assigned to fully occupied the top 4 floors of it. He knew nothing of the company, never even having ever heard of it, F.A.R. Industries. His email brief this morning only said it was a media production and management company.
When the elevator finally stopped moving at the top floor a soft ding announced his arrival and the doors opened. Jerry stepped out into a bright white modern office setting. The marble floor led away from the elevator towards a receptionist's desk. A large pane of glass hung from the ceiling some fifteen feet up. The glass stretched all the way down and disappeared behind the desk. Water was sheeting down it, filling the lobby with a peaceful sound. In large bold type, the letters F.A.R. jumped off the glass about halfway up. They looked to be cut from some exotic stone. Jerry nervously started for the reception desk, past a row of comfortable-looking chairs, presumably for anyone who had to wait.
"Uh hi. I am Jerry from the temp agency. I am... Umm.. supposed to deliver Ms. Crawford's coffee and then report to uh...." Jerry stammered trying to recall the directions from the email this morning.
Behind the desk sat two young women dressed in identical black blouses, both were typing away, their eyes glued to the dual monitors mounted at their station. They stopped to look up when Jerry began to speak. The one on Jerry's right was the closest and spoke first.
"You can leave the coffee here and have a seat while I pull up who is supervising you." She said in a pleasant but uninterested tone of someone who had performed the same task countless times before.
Jerry moved to comply when the other woman spoke. They both looked to be in their early twenties, but the second one seemed to be in charge. "No, no. Buzz him in Beth. Ms. Crawford will want to see this one." Her eyes seemed to twinkle at some unspoken joke.
"But she never meets the temps." Beth began to object.
"Trust me Beth, and buzz him." She said again, the last part a command, not a suggestion. Then to Jerry. "Go on in, you are absolutely going to make Ms. Crawford's day." She smiled at him, and Jerry nearly tripped over himself blushing at the woman.
He proceeded past the reception desk, to find four more low-back leather chairs seated around a small coffee table and a counter set up for coffee service. Beyond that was an immense set of double doors that gave a small buzz and began to open at his approach. As he stepped into the large office the flooring changed from marble tile to soft carpet. There was another sitting area in here, this time two couches on either side of a low table and a stately chair at the head. Passed that and sitting in front of a bank of windows overlooking the city, sat a woman at a very large wood desk. Her head was down as she poured over documents. Jerry approached feeling helpless with only the small carrier of coffee cups to hide behind. Beth had been right, he had no business bothering this woman.
"What could possibly be going wrong this early, Beth?" The woman asked without looking up from her desk.
"Uh..." Jerry began, trying to find the words to explain.
His hesitation more than anything brought Ms. Crawford's head up from the papers. She fixed Jerry in her gaze and then her eyes went wide. "FUCK'S SAKE!" She exclaimed. "It is about time talent got their jobs right." She gushed.
Jerry stammered and nearly dropped the coffee at her outburst. Before he was able to get a single word out though explaining that he had no idea what she was talking about. Ms. Crawford continued talking right over top of him.
"Ha! And Sarah served you up like a prize on a platter, sending you in here with coffee instead of alerting me that we had a new model." Ms. Crawford stood, coming around the desk as she spoke. She was tall and towered over Jerry's small frame. She wore a tight-fitting skirt and a jacket blouse combo that all but caused her ample bosom to spill out the top. "My word! Just look at you, you're perfect!" She took the coffee from Jerry and set it on her desk and began to eye him up and down. "What? Did you just turn 18, yesterday?" She asked.
Jerry was beginning to feel like a baby gazelle being eyed by a hungry lioness, the way Ms. Crawford circled him, reaching out and pulling at his shirt to get a better sense of his build. "Um no ma'am, I am twenty-three." He managed to get out before she continued.
"Twenty-three! Christ! I ought to fire the whole talent department for taking so long to find you. They've lost 5 prime years we could have been working." She took his chin in her hand and turned it first left and then right. "No matter. You're here now and with this babyface and tiny frame we can easily market you as 18 for several years to come."
Jerry had never been more confused in his life as he struggled to get a word in edgewise, but Ms. Crawford never stopped long enough for him to speak.
"What are you, Five-two?" She asked.
"Five-three," Jerry answered not liking being shorted the extra inch. He was already self-conscious of his small frame as it was. Whenever she would ask a question, he always answered forgetting that he wanted to tell her she was mistaken. Something in her tone demanded immediate obedience.
"Sure, five-three keep telling yourself that." She said with a smile. "I bet you can't weigh more than a pound over 105 dripping wet. Are you still a virgin?" Jerry choked at this last question but didn't get a chance to speak. "Don't answer that. Of course, you are. That's abundantly clear. Now have you finished all your paperwork with legal?" Ms. Crawford asked looking down at Jerry. This time, mercifully, she waited for a full answer.
"Uh, No Ma'am." Jerry Began. "There's been some kind of misunderstanding. I am from the temp agency. I have just been assigned to your company today and I have no idea what you are talking about." The words rushed out of him, afraid that she would begin talking at any minute again. The whole experience had left him very unnerved and he felt almost on the verge of tears.
Once he had begun to explain his situation, Ms. Crawford remained silent and listened patiently to the end. "You poor dear," she said placing a hand on his back. "Come have a seat," Ms. Crawford led him over to the large sofa and motioned him to sit. She walked backed to her desk and spoke into the desk phone. "Sarah, call down to legal and have them draw up a new talent contract immediately and send it up. Then call production and have them wrap up whatever they may be currently shooting in the next half hour. I want a full team up here and ready to do a complete launch package."
Ms. Crawford walked back and sat across from Jerry on the other couch across the low table. She regarded the diminutive boy. She could scarcely believe he was 23. His cheeks were smooth with not even a hint of peach fuzz and he looked closer to drinking from a baby bottle than a beer bottle. He was exactly the type of young man she was always looking for. She must have him for her company but beyond that, she yearned to be the one to break him. The question was how best to ensnare the small bunny without scaring him off. She crossed her legs and gave him a smile. "Jerry, do you know what it is we do here?" She asked in a calm voice.
"Umm no, ma'am." He said as he shook his head. "I only just started with the agency, and you are my first assignment. But I am a fast learner." He quickly added.
Ms. Crawford smiled, good, he was a pleaser. She didn't expect any less but it was always nice to have confirmation. She would have no trouble getting him to do exactly as she wanted. "We here at FAR Industries, specialize in catering to a very small and elite group of clientele," she began. "We create original content for the wealthiest women in the world. CEOs, Hip Hop Artists, pop stars, super models, mega influencers, etc., these are my clients. I have found that many women who have achieved this level of success are highly driven and ideally would have relationships that highlight their strengths and accomplishments, rather than have partners who strive to force them back into the shadows and onto the sidelines. Unfortunately, society wants them to have the latter. So you read about them in the tabloids going out with ballplayers and movie stars and other artists. We create the content that they wish they could create in their own lives.”
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"Jerry, I want you to listen to me very carefully," Ms. Crawford said, making sure she had his complete attention. "As I told you, we specialize in making very unique content here. Primarily what we do is called Forced Age Regression." Jerry gave her a confused look as she continued to explain. "Over the next several hours you will be spanked, milked, diapered, breastfed, bathed, and administered an enema, just to name a few things."
"Wait! What?" Jerry exclaimed, temporarily forgetting all the other people in the room. He failed to notice the blinking red lights on the cameras or that a steady stream of emoticons and comments began to scroll along the bottom of the screen showing the viewer count, which had now climbed well past 500. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
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