Detour Brookes New Life Begins

Led away by her new master, Brooke was taken to a home in what seemed to be a middle-class community. When they parked in the driveway, he was careful to look around to see that no one was looking. Brooke, after all, was wearing only skimpy underwear and stiletto heels. Confident that the coast was clear, he helped her inside.

Once in the house, he ushered her to a room that was apparently a sort of home office It was equipped with a desk and chair and a file cabinet. Oddly, lighting and video equipment was piled in one corner. He immediately took the chair behind the desk. With nowhere else available to sit, Brooke just stood in front of him. Self-consciously, she crossed her arms in front of herself. Looking up from some papers he had collected, her master gave a look of displeasure. "Princess, I will have to insist that you keep your arms at your side. Covering yourself is very rude."

Brooke sighed. "I am sorry, sir. It will not happen again."

"Good," he continued. "Now, I remember at your introduction that your name is Brooke. But here, you will be known as 'Princess.' It just seems to fit you. So, Princess, just tell me a little about yourself."

Hesitantly, she began, "Well, um, I was born and raised in Seattle. After college, I had a few jobs that did not work out. Then I went to work at the business consulting firm with Tim--"

He interrupted her here. "Now, Tim, he is the male slave brought in with you, correct? So then, you were his employee?"

Brooke continued, "Yes, sir, that is correct. The three of us were in the region on a business trip when our van broke down."

"How fortunate for us," he replied. "Let me ask you this. Do you like dancing?"

At this, Brooke brightened. "Oh, yes sir. Actually,, I am taking ballroom dancing lessons at home. I really enjoy it."

"No, no," he interjected. "Would you have any problem dancing for men? You see, I own a chain of clubs throughout the Pacific northwest. There is one nearby that you would be perfect for. It is called 'The Doll House.'"

Disappointed, Brooke responded, "Oh, I understand. Sir, if that is what you want me to do, I will try my best.

Leaning back in his chair, he told her, "Glad to hear that. Give me a sample. Dance for me." Brooke protested that there was no music. "Pretend that there is," he responded. "Seduce me." Her heart was pounding as she began to sway in front of him. Not satisfied, he told her, "More seductive. Sexier." Brooke ran her fingers through her hair as she tossed her head back. She pushed one hand between her legs and played with herself. At his command to do so, she bent over and shook her breasts in his face. When he complained that she could do better, she shook them again, more violently.

Smiling contentedly, he told her, "Very good. You will make a lot of money for me. We will start you tomorrow. You can earn tips dancing. But most of your money will be made by taking customers to back rooms. There, you are free to negotiate with them. You can do anything with them that you are comfortable doing and at a price that works for you. My only requirement is that you clear at least $500 per day for me. Is that agreeable?"

Brooke knew that there was only one correct answer. "Yes, sir," she responded.

"Good," he snapped. "I need for you to sign this waiver form." With that, he pushed a paper across the desk along with a pen. She did not bother reading it. What difference did it make? She dutifully signed the form.

Excitedly, he arose from the desk and led her out into the hallway. At the end of the hall, he showed her into what would be her room. The room was furnished with a queen bed and a nightstand. A walk-in closet (empty but full of hangers) lined one wall. There was a chest of drawers, which was odd in that she really had no clothes. Maybe she would be allowed to have them, she thought. That would be pleasant. She also noticed that there were no windows.

"Tomorrow, you start your new job," he informed her gleefully. "Better get a good night's rest. I will have to lock you in. I will be back for you in the morning. Good night, Princess."

With that, he left her alone. With a sigh, she took off the tiara and removed the flower in her hair. Placing them on the nightstand, she sat on the side of her bed. Flipping off her stiletto heels, she flung herself back onto the pillows, which were surprisingly comfortable. Her mind raced. She tried to convince herself that her situation was not really so bad. Her master seemed polite and actually somewhat pleasant. Yes, he had made her dance for him. But that, after all, was his business. And he had assured her that she did not have to do anything with any customers that made her uncomfortable. Maybe things would work out alright. She laid there in her comfortable bed and tried to convince herself of that. She tried really hard.