Monday was always boring because very few people phoned in their orders. She had been sitting poised near the phone reading the paper, and as she was about to put it down an advert caught her eye. It asked, "Are you bored? Do you need your life to get exciting? Are you up for a challenge? If you have said yes to all of these questions, then you might like to be paid to put your convictions to the test. There was a number to ring.
It was twelve noon when Caroline picked up the receiver and dialled the number provided. "Hello this is Benson, How might I help?"
"I am Caroline, and I am phoning about your advert."
"Are you prepared to answer some very private and intimate questions?"
Carolling thought for a few moments and realised that she had phoned him, and if she thought he was some kind of pervert she could report the number. Before she had time to answer Benson said, the questions are clothes sizes mostly."
After she answered it was okay to proceed he spent ten minutes asking bra sizes and measurements, including height and weight. At the end he got her address and said she would hear from him on the Friday. He also said it was only a sexually orientated game, and she could stop anywhere before the first task and call it a day if she didn't want to proceed.
Caroline was in her office feeling bored because it was late afternoon Friday and her three p.m. meeting had been cancelled. There was a knock on the door and she shouted "Come in." A courier entered with two boxes and a letter. She signed for the two items and then opened the envelope to read the letter that was inside.
"Caroline, in the box is new clothes for you to wear. Once you have finished work go home where you will find further instructions. Do not look in the box until you get to the privacy of your house. You must be at home by five p.m. at the latest. Your safety is assured don't let me down." It was signed, the Master.
Caroline was feeling the knot in her stomach because she had forgotten about the advertisement and phone call earlier in the week.
She looked at her diary and seeing there were no more appointments she decided that there was no better time than now. She packed up her office and walked out heading for home. On the way home Caroline wanted to peek into the parcel, but held her curiosity.
Once inside the house she almost ran up to the bedroom putting the boxes on the table and she opened the large box with trembling hands. On top she found a letter which she opened before going any further and a key fell out of the envelope. It fell on the hard floor making a loud noise. The letter read, "Caroline, put these clothes on and then go to flat 22b St Michel's Street Westminster and enter using the key. You must be there by eight pm and there will be other instructions waiting there for you." She put the letter down on the table with the key and looked at the parcels.
There were two boxes, a large one and a small one and the small one was on top of the bigger one. Caroline discarded the large one and opened the small box finding inside a pair of white shoes with five-inch stiletto heels. She put one on the floor slipping her foot inside the straps, it fitted perfectly and Bridget knew from experience that it was an expensive pair.
Next she opened the big box, and inside was a figure hugging dress of emerald green made of the finest silk. She pulled it out and held it against her body while looking in the mirror. The bottom of the dress was at least eight inches above the knee and the front had a low cleavage. Bridget then opened the smaller parcel that was under the dress, and inside was a bra, suspender belt with knickers, and all were the same colour as the dress. She put the items near her face feeling the softness and the quality of the luxurious lingerie.
Then a thought struck her 'why these sexy clothes?' Caroline's heart began to beat fast, as she asked herself, 'what and who is at the flat? What is she expected to do there surely she is not going as a high-class hooker?' "Stop being silly," she told herself. Surely no one would do that to her, but the thought of the unknown was getting her excited.
She looked at the clock and noticed that it was getting late and she would have to hurry. The time flew by, and when she was washed and dressed she put a short coat over the dress as summer had not quite arrived and it was still cold at night. She phoned for a taxi, and while it was waiting she put on her lipstick it was the only make up she ever wore. It was only a light colour because darker ones always made her feel like a tart.
