Do you have a friend who is a writer? If you do, then
perhaps you're familiar with what I'll be talking about here. If you're a
writer yourself, you may not have noticed these strange traits in yourself or
maybe you don't have them, some writers don't. These strange folk (writers)
come in many different variations. If you're a writer, perhaps you haven't
noticed them because you were lost in the corridors of your mind at the time
and failed to notice.
Maybe you've been engaged in conversation with a writer or
he/she is among a group of friends participating in a conversation. Suddenly
the writer drops out of the discussion and gets a faraway look in his/her eyes.
Don't be alarmed or think that person is intentionally being impolite, nor has
anything gone wrong. Something has occurred during the conversation, a word, a
picture, a sound, that has triggered them to retreat into his/her inner
thoughts.
Maybe elaborate scenes for their current work in progress
are flashing in their minds, or maybe one of more of their characters are
shouting out to be heard. Maybe the characters are suggesting situations to put
them in or introducing (groan) other characters to crowd into the corridors of
their mind. So many things. Talk about being insane. (grin) Imagine, if you can,
having multiple personalities running amok in your mind and as more of your
stories are created, the number of personalities inside you explodes. It soon
becomes very crowded in there. Don't be concerned, a strait jacket is not
called for, most authors are too busy plotting and performing things in their
fantasy worlds to do anything dastardly in the real world.
Furthermore, don't be alarmed, he/she will come back to the
present in due time. He/she is just being a crazy writer. Always remember, anything
he/she sees, or hears, may well become part of the story. Writing inspiration comes
from too many sources to count.
My latest book. (caution) for 18+ contains M/F, F/F and menage couplings. There are BDSM scenes as well.
Small town raised
with conservative values, Janelle has recently graduated from college. Her job
search has been fruitless so far and she is facing mounting debt along with
pending eviction from her apartment. When she finally receives a job offer, it
is both unbelievable and disturbing. The offer requires her to cruise the world
on a fabulous yacht for a year with all expenses paid. It also requires her to
sell herself for that year in a Master, slave, relationship. The wages she will
receive are beyond her wildest dreams, over a million K for the year. Will
Janelle accept the offer or turn it down because of her conservative
values?
Excerpt
She slipped into
the seat and dug into her briefcase, taking out one of her resume folders,
which she placed on the desk and slid across to him. For a moment, Mr. Davis
left the folder containing her resume untouched, and instead, openly studied
her. Janelle shifted uncomfortably as his gaze traveled from her face and down.
His brazen stare caused her to picture him inspecting a piece of meat at the
grocery. One that he was contemplating purchasing. Instinctively, she clamped
her legs closed.
"This
interview is going to be unorthodox, Miss. Lawson, but your answers will carry
more weight than your credentials. If I like them, I will offer you a job, if
not…" he shrugged his shoulders.
Great, no pressure here. She squeezed
her hands forming fists and resisted the urge to dry the sweat that developed
on her palms on her skirt.
Mr. Davis opened
the folder containing her resume and scanned it quickly, then slowed as he read
the second page containing her personal information. "I see you're from
Oklahoma, and I presume a small town since it is unfamiliar to me."
"Yes, it's in
the panhandle of northwestern Oklahoma."
"Are your
parents there?"
"My parents
are dead."
"I see. I'm
sorry for your loss, Miss Lawson. What about a boyfriend…or girlfriend."
She jolted at his
question and wondered what it had to do with anything in an interview. "No
boyfriend. I do have friends who are female, but that isn't what you're asking,
is it? I don't have any close ties if that is what you're asking."
"Good. I say good because the job will require
extensive travel. Having close ties would complicate things. And yes, I was
implying a female sexual partner." What is your opinion of sex?"
His question sent
shock waves racing through her. What type
of interview is this? "Excuse me, sir?"
"You heard
me."
"Um, if
you're asking if I'm a virgin the answer is no.
I've had boyfriends but don't currently have one. I feel there should be a
strong emotional attachment between a man and woman before sex enters the
picture."
He pressed his
lips tight. "Okay, please stand, Miss Lawson."
Shit! Wrong answer, I'm being dismissed.
"May I call
you Janelle?"
"Yes."
"Janelle,
please unbutton your suit jacket and turn slowly."
What the hell? She did a slow pirouette
as asked.
When she faced him
again, approval shown in his eyes. "You are a very attractive woman,
Janelle." He examined the sheet of paper on his desk. "You're height
and measurements?"
You've got to be kidding! The thought of
her mounting bills and desperation over possibly obtaining the job loosened her
tongue and she divulged the information he asked for.
"Thank you."
He picked up his desk phone. "Kevin, would you please come over here to my
office?" He nodded over his steepled his fingers.
Another man joined
them while she still stood next her chair. He took station beside Mr. Davis.
Kevin, she assumed, was just as handsome, with short, blond hair, blue eyes,
and broad shoulders. Just like Mr. Davis, he wore an obviously expensive
three-piece suit. He examined her openly, then said to Mr. Davis, "She'll
do just fine if she desires us to employ her." With no further words,
Kevin left the room.
Mr. Davis dug in
one of the desk's drawers and placed a sheaf of papers on top. "Please sit,
Janelle," he said, gesturing to the chair. He slid the papers toward her.
"I know you're confused right now and wondering what this is about. I will
tell you a little about the job requirements, but this contract will explain
them in greater detail."
"Okay,"
was all she could manage. This interview was far different than she had ever
imagined.
"The job will
require you to travel and live abroad for a year. Most of the time you'll be
living on a yacht that belongs to Mr. Parker and me."
"And what
will my work entail?"
He ignored her
question. "I'm certain you're curious about many things, including your
salary. Your salary will be 85K—"
Her jaw dropped
open.
"Per
month," he continued.
It opened
wider.
"The job will
begin in six months—"
Her heart fell to
her feet. "Um, sir, I don't know if—"
"You can
survive financially for that long," he finished for her. He scanned the
paper. "I'm well aware of that. I know a lot about you, Janelle. After you
called yesterday, I did extensive research on you. I know you're behind on your
rent and your other bills. If you decide to accept the offer, those will be
taken care of for the six months before the job actually begins, including
having your student debts paid in full. Trust me, you will be busy preparing
for the six months and you won't have the time to worry about finances. You'll
continue living in your apartment because moving would be pointless since you
will be leaving when your job starts. The rent will be paid ahead for the
entire six months. You'll receive eight hundred dollars per week to live
on." He peered into her eyes. "I'll be frank with you, Janelle. Your
attitude towards sex will need to change. During your employment, I will be
fucking you. You'll sort of be my girlfriend."
Holy shit. Did he say what I think he just
said? She studied Mr. Davis closer. Janelle estimated him to be in his
early thirties. Okay probably ten to
fifteen years older than me, but for that kind of money, I'll be your paid
girlfriend.
She grinned.
"Despite my statement, I'm not a prude concerning sex, Mr. Davis, and
having sex with you will not be a problem. You're a handsome man. Besides, the
generous salary you're offering buys a lot of attitude change. What else will I
be doing?"
He glanced at his watch.
"I'm sorry to cut this meeting short, but I have another appointment. Read
the contract; it contains more details about your employment. If you agree to
the terms, sign it. I will need your decision one way or another by this time tomorrow.
Thank you, Miss Lawson. I'll see you at two."
5 comments:
Yes, I agree, we writers can be curious folk. Good tips for our friends and family!
Hahaha, all the above...so true. I'm guilty. :)
Ditto what Maureen & CJ said. I've had friends ask where I went. LOL Your story is quite intriguing. Best wishes.
Funny, I didn't realize that was curious behavior. Oh, wait, I'm a writer. To me it's just normal... LOL!
Yes, I am one of those odd beasts. I thought it was my ADD . . . oh look, a writer!
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