Danielles Mistake Pt 03

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"I'm sorry, Miss Howard. I'll let you know if anything opens up."

Danielle ended the call and frowned. That was the last job on her list.

It was August, 2 months since she had been fired from her job at the mill. She had lost count of the applications she had submitted, and only 10 gave her interviews. Danielle spent most of her 20s getting by on her looks and she hoped that she still had some left at 33. Her white dress had been such a hit when she last wore it that she had worn it to each interview, once again without any undergarments. It may have backfired as the interviewers had all paid more attention to her crotch and tits than her answers.

She was starting to consider Josh's offer. 2 weeks after she was fired, he texted and promised to get her job back if she sucked his dick. When she rejected that, he said he would settle for some nudes of her. She blocked his number.

As she set the phone down she noticed the folder still sitting on the kitchen counter. She opened it up and found the number the guard wrote and started dialing.

"Florida Legal Aid Society, how can I help you?" A female voice answered.

"Hi, I got a DUI and I need a lawyer but I lost my job." Danielle said sheepishly.

"Have you requested indigent legal assistance?" The voice responded.

"Um, I don't know what that means. The guard told me I couldn't get a free lawyer because I made too much when I was working." Tears were starting to well up in her eyes as she spoke. "She gave me this number to call."

"Well, unfortunately if you've already been rejected for indigent assistance, you can't get it if your employment changes. That is, unless you get arrested again, which I never recommend."

"Oh, I see." Danielle whispered.

"Well, let's get you in the system and I'll have a lawyer in our network reach out to you."

She took all of Danielle's information and promised someone would be in contact within days. That was it. Now she had to wait.

She thought about applying for another credit card. Hers were nearly maxed out and bills were coming due. She checked the job sites and submitted her resume to all the new ones. She scrolled the gossip sites but nothing was new. Bored, she paced the apartment.

Finally, she decided to do what she always did when she had nothing else to do. Starting the shower, she pulled her tank top over her head and let her shorts fall to the floor. She stepped in and took the shower head from the wall. Focusing the stream on her swollen nub, her nerves came alive and the feeling of pleasure flooded her body. Pressing the nozzle on her delicate folds, she rocked it back and forth until her body rocked with orgasm.

She leaned on the wall until it had passed and then shut off the water. Stepping out, she wrapped a towel around her and glanced at her phone on the countertop.

1 MISSED CALL

A job?

She grabbed it and pressed call back. It rang 3 times and a male answered.

"Law office of Nelson Banks." A male voice answered.

"Um, hi, this is Danielle Howard. Is this about my application?" She couldn't remember applying at a law office but she no longer paid attention to what she was applying for.

"Your application for legal assistance? Yes. I see here you have a DUI charge and you go to court in October."

"Oh, that. Yes. They said I should get a lawyer, but, um... The thing is, I lost my job right after this and they already turned me down for a free one, so they told me to call this number."

"The legal aid society. They sent me your referral. My name is Nelson Banks and I am a member of the legal aid society. Each month I take on several discounted cases and yours is one they sent me. I understand your financial situation may not be ideal, but I always advise people in your situation that the cost of a lawyer is good insurance against what could be a lot more expensive."

"I see." Danielle responded.

"I am willing to take your case for $250." He continued "That is a quarter of my normal rate. Are you interested in continuing?"

"Yes! Thank you so much!" Danielle answered.

"I require payment up front. Do you have that money available now?"

"Um, no. But I can get it."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't think long."

"Alright well you need to get back to me ASAP so I can get you on my schedule."

"I will, thank you Mr. Brinks!"

"Banks."

"Oh yes, Banks. I'm sorry."

She hung up the phone and pulled her computer out. In the browser she searched credit cards and applied for the first 2 results.

She dried off and put on some leggings and a sports bra. She slipped on her sneakers and headed out for a jog. The fresh air would help clear her mind.

It worked, until she returned home and decided to check her mailbox. The reality of her situation came flooding back when she opened her mailbox. The envelopes labeled "FINAL NOTICE" and "PAST DUE" practically spilled out.

Embarrassed, Danielle gathered them up in her arms and hurried up the stairs to her apartment. Luckily, she didn't encounter anyone on the way. In her kitchen, she spilled them on the counter and went to the bathroom.

Peeling off her sweaty clothes, she climbed in the shower and turned the faucet on. Taking the head down, she gave herself another orgasm before soaping up her body. Stepping out onto her rug, she dried off and wrapped a towel around her hair and went to get dressed. She selected an oversized tee and terry shorts and went back to the living room.

She picked up her phone and took a deep breath before clicking unlock. She was relieved to see no new calls. That relief went away when she opened her email. 2 rejection notices for the credit cards she had applied for.

"Damn." She thought. "I needed those."

She looked out the window for a few minutes when an idea came to her.

"What have I got to lose?" She said aloud as she pulled out her laptop.

She opened the browser and typed the familiar address. To her relief, the familiar black page loaded asking her age. She clicked ENTER and navigated to the application page. She quickly filled in the blanks and after hitting SUBMIT, opened her email.

It took a few minutes to appear in her inbox, but when it did, she scrolled straight to the bottom and wrote the code on her pad. Stripping her shirt and shorts on the way to the bathroom, she threw the towel on the floor and took 3 pictures.

Then she took 3 more.

And then 4 more for good measure.

"If I didn't think Josh was full of shit, I could just send these to him and get my job back." She thought. "Oh well, fuck him" And pressed SEND.

She waited. And then waited. And waited some more. She refreshed her email so much that the low battery warning came on her phone. Nothing came.

"Did someone just scam my nudes?" She wondered.

Feeling rejected, she went to bed.

When she woke up, she checked her email and was ecstatic to see a new one with the subject "Congratulations". She clicked it.

"Congratulations,

Your photos passed our initial screening panel. You have been invited to formally apply for service. The next step is to complete the appraisal process and then you will be offered a contract. Funds will be disbursed upon acceptance of the contract. If you wish to continue, reply YES."

Danielle quickly replied.

Rather than wait, she went to the kitchen, made a pot of coffee, and nibbled on a stale pop tart. When she finished her coffee, she checked her email again.

There was a new message titled "Physical".

"Thank you for taking the next step. You are a few short tasks away from a new life.

You are scheduled for a comprehensive physical today at 4pm at the Everglades Medical Group, 1575 Ocala Highway, Suite 301.

Arrive clean and fully groomed."

Danielle wasn't sure what that last part meant, but she would try her best.

She passed the time cleaning up her apartment, opening the bills and sorting them, and masturbating. At 2pm, she started the shower and climbed in. She soaped her entire body and then shampooed her hair. Finally she shaved her legs, pussy, and underarms until they were completely smooth. Once she was dried off, she massaged lavender scented lotion onto her entire body before spraying her deodorant on.

Opening her closet, she selected a white silk blouse and a merlot colored skirt. She pulled a white bra with lace embellishment and a matching lace thong from her drawer. She found some black thigh highs and garters and set them on the bed alongside the clothes. Watching herself in the mirror, she slowly dressed herself.

Once she was satisfied with her appearance she returned to the bathroom to put on her makeup and style her hair. She finished her outfit with a pair of black wedges.

She arrived at the doctor's office at 3:40 and sat in her car. At 3:55, she stepped out, smoothed her skirt and walked in the building.

When she got to the office, the waiting room was full.

"Hi, I'm Danielle Howard, I was told to be here at 4.." She said to the receptionist.

"Yes, you can come on back."

Danielle was surprised and looked back at the other patients who glared at her as she went through the door. A nurse in scrubs met her behind the door and led her to an exam room and the very end of the hallway.

"Please disrobe completely and sit on the table."

"Okay." Danielle replied. As she unbuttoned her blouse, she looked around the room. "Is there a gown?"

"No." The nurse replied firmly.

She stood and watched impatiently as Danielled carefully removed each piece of her outfit. When she finished, the nurse handed her a clipboard with a thick stack of papers and told her to fill them out. Danielle swore she heard the door lock as the nurse closed it and left her alone.

She started filling out the paperwork which must have been at least 30 pages, starting with basic medical history and moving to her complete sexual history including dates. Danielle answered each question to the best of her memory.

"How am I supposed to remember the date I last kissed a girl?" She wondered.

As if someone was watching, the moment she finished and set the clipboard down, the door opened. A male doctor in a white coat walked in carrying his own clipboard. Danielle suddenly aware of her nudity crossed her legs and folded her arms across her chest.

"Don't do that." He said as he picked up her paperwork and skimmed it. "Arms at your sides, legs open."

Danielle immediately complied.

"I'm Danielle." She offered and held out her hand.

"I know." The doctor responded without shaking it or giving his name. "Lay down."

Danielle did as the doctor slipped on gloves and gave her the most invasive exam she had ever experienced. He began checking her hair and then moved to her body. Not one inch of her went untouched as he checked her muscle tone and skin health. He fondled her breasts for several minutes, but made no expression, even when Danielle winced as he twisted her nipples painfully.

Next he began massaging her inner lips until he was able to forcefully press a finger in. He probed inside her with one finger, then two, then three. Danielle pressed her hips into his hand, but he told her to stop. Danielle felt an orgasm building but the doctor withdrew his fingers before she could come, leaving her soaking wet.

Then, with the same glove, he probed her mouth. She could taste her own juices as he pulled her tongue and then felt around her mouth. Danielle gagged when he suddenly forced them down her throat. To her surprise he held them there, even as she fought with tears in her eyes. With as little notice as they went in, he took them out. He then used q tips to take several swabs from her mouth and vagina.

"On your belly." He ordered as Danielle lay gasping.

Danielle slowly rolled over and the doctor repeated the physical exam on her backside, concluding with another probe of her asshole, followed by the swabs again. She was relieved when he threw the gloves away, rather than repeat the oral exam.

"Sit up"

Danielle quickly sat up, and the doctor started performing a checkup that she was more familiar with. Eyes, ears, blood pressure, heart were all checked while the doctor asked her even more personal questions than the forms she had filled out. He also took measurements of her neck, wrists, and ankles.

"Did they not tell you to arrive clean?" He suddenly asked.

The question took Danielle by surprise.

"Umm, I showered. I assumed that was what I was supposed to do. And shaved." She added.

"Clean the makeup off." He said sternly and handed her a wipe.

There was a small mirror on the wall and Danielle used it to clean her lipstick and streaked mascara off.

"Stand against that wall. Legs apart, hands behind your head." He said when she was finished.

As Danielle got in position, he took a camera and a small ruler out of a cabinet. He started by taking pictures of her in this position front and back. He then began taking closeups of her face, breasts, and vagina, holding the ruler against her in each one. He motioned for her to turn around and he did the same with her backside.

"You probably won't like this part." He said matter-of-factly as he took a long rubber dildo out of the cabinet.

As he approached her, Danielle noticed that it had a scale printed on it, like a ruler. Out of nowhere, he grabbed her jaw firmly, and forced the dildo in her mouth. Danielle gagged and fought again but he continued forcing it deeper until she stopped gagging and could feel it deep in her throat.

"Good. Hold it there."

Danielle froze. It was so deep that she worried she would swallow it completely if she moved suddenly. With deliberate speed, he again took several pictures of her tear soaked face before slowly withdrawing the dildo from her throat. He handed it to her.

"Put it in your cunt." He ordered.

Danielle gingerly began working the phallus into her hole.

"Push it in until it hurts, then push it in deeper. Until it can't go any deeper." He continued. "Hurry up."

Danielle nodded. She was still wet from the fingering and humiliation of the exam so the dildo easily disappeared inside her. As the doctor instructed, she pushed past the point of pain to the point that she felt physical resistance.

"That's it!" She gasped.

Again, the doctor seemed to take his time taking the pictures. After what seemed like an eternity, he allowed her to remove it. The dildo had blood on it as she withdrew it. A few bright red drops fell on the floor when the tip cleared her lips. Danielle expected him to give her something to clean herself, but instead he cleaned the dildo.

"Turn around and hold your ankles." He said as he started smearing some oil on the dildo.

"No, please..." Danielle pleaded, knowing what was next.

"Would you like to end the exam now?" The doctor asked.

Danielle froze.

"I can end it now and mark it incomplete. You will be removed from consideration and blacklisted." He continued. "Is that how you want to proceed?"

"Go ahead." She conceded.

She bent over and held her ankles. It felt like an eternity before she felt the pressure on her knot. With some force, he pushed it through and continued pushing it deeper until he stopped. Again, he took his time taking the pictures.

"You can put your clothes back on." She heard him say from behind her.

She stood back up and turned to see him wiping the dildo with a disinfecting wipe.

"I'll send the results in and you should hear something soon. Once you're dressed you can see yourself out." He said as he walked out.

He left the door cracked. Danielle could see down the hall, but was afraid to shut the door and possibly be locked in so she quickly gathered her clothes.

"Wait a minute.." She said aloud.

Her bra and panties were missing from the pile! She quickly searched the room. She didn't see anyone take them, but maybe somebody stole them when she was face down during the exam.

She pulled the skirt up and quickly buttoned her shirt. She stuffed her hose in her purse and slipped her shoes on. She felt warm blood running down her leg as she hurried through the crowded waiting room.

Reaching the safety of her car she started to cry. She had never felt more humiliated. At the same time, she was strangely turned on. She slipped a tampon in and started the car. She cried the whole way home.

When she arrived home, she checked her email, expecting a new instruction, but was disappointed to see nothing. It was already after 6 and she had no appetite so she curled up in bed and cried herself to sleep.

Another 2 days passed before she received another email. As suddenly as the last one, this one scheduled her a video exam with a psychologist later that day.

This time, Danielle spent less time preparing. At 2pm, she clicked the link in the email and was connected with a woman with a heavy accent. She had a light behind her head so Danielle couldn't make out her face. Again, she didn't introduce herself but said that she was a psychologist with something to do her pre slavery evaluation. Danielle couldn't understand what she said.

Those words struck Danielle and it took her a moment to focus on the interview again.

For 4 hours, the woman she could barely understand asked Danielle about her childhood, medical history, her thoughts on crime and punishment and lots of other strange things. Every once in a while she peppered in something unrelated to the topic to throw Danielle off.

When it finally ended, Danielle was exhausted. She knew better than to expect an immediate email, so she went to sleep.

The next morning, Danielle slept in. When she woke up, she made herself a cup of coffee and read the day's news on her phone. Like a robot going through routines, she opened her job site and applied to anything new. Then she opened her email.

To her surprise there was a new one titled "Contract Offer".

Nervously, she clicked it.

"Congratulations, Ms. Howard.

I am writing to personally inform you that the board has approved your application and has extended an offer of a contract to you. Please review the terms to see if they are acceptable. They are not negotiable.

Based on your appraisal, the board has agreed to offer you the sum of $63,185 USD for your services. This will be disbursed within 2 hours of your formal acceptance of the contract. This offer is valid for Fourteen Days.

In order to accept the contract, please see Angela White at the Third National Federal Credit Union during normal business hours. Bring 2 forms of identification and your bank's wire transfer information or contact information for the charity you have chosen to receive your funds.

Further instructions to follow.

Regards,

Master X

Attachment: Howard, D Contract.PDF"

Danielle's head was spinning. She didn't know whether to be excited or terrified. While the offer would turn her life around, she also wasn't sure if she should be insulted.

"I've gotta be worth at least 6 figures." She thought.

She decided to mull it over. She still had 2 weeks to decide.

After a quick shower, she slipped on a light sundress. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't help but notice the toll her parsimonious diet of unemployment had taken. A dress that had once accentuated her voluptuous curves now hung loosely from her increasingly gaunt frame. With a few dollars left on her last credit card, she decided to treat herself.

She walked into Roy's Diner at about 11:30 and sat down at a booth by the front window. A middle aged waitress in a stained dress took her order and left Danielle to doodle on the placemat. A few minutes later, she returned with a double cheeseburger and strawberry milkshake which Danielle practically inhaled.

As she waited for the check, she gazed out the window. Across the street, at Brewbakers, she noticed Kellan in the parking lot. He was with a girl, about college aged, wearing a crop top and a skimpy pair of shorts. They stopped outside the door and kissed, deeply and passionately, Kellan firmly gripping her buttock. When they finished, she playfully slapped his ass before they parted ways and he disappeared inside. Danielle followed her across the parking lot where she climbed into a topless Jeep and drove away.