Working Extra 03

The following day, I had butterflies in my stomach all day and could barely concentrate on my work. My mind kept drifting back to what had happened between me and Shelly, and what might happen later this evening.

When my shift ended, I drove to the address she had given me. I found a parking spot less than a minute's walk from the shop, and since I was already a bit late, I hurried inside, my heart pounding.

When I got off my shift, I drove to the address she had given me. I found a parking spot less than a minute's walk from the shop, and since I was already a bit late, I hurried to the shop, my heart pounding.

Shelly was already there, talking to a woman.

"There you are, baby!" Shelly smiled at me when I entered the shop.

"Please meet Angela. And Angela, please meet Natalie, my naughty little maid," she continued, giggling.

I blushed a little, being introduced like that.

"Hi, I'm Natalie." I tried to steady my voice, even though the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering.

"And I'm Angela Torres. It's nice to meet you." She smiled.

"Angela is a producer, an' I've been filmin' for her so many times." Shelly continued.

"I'm here to pick up some props I ordered for our next production, "Angela added.

As Shelly talked about all the films she had made for Angela's company, I watched Angela. She was a stark contrast to Shelly, who was lively and colorful.

Angela Torres looked like she was in her early forties, but she was still very attractive. She had warm brown eyes and shoulder-length black hair that fell in loose curls and wore almost no makeup. In sneakers, loose-fitting jeans, a green T-shirt, and an unbuttoned white shirt over it, she looked stylish and sexy without looking the least bit trashy.

I noticed that she looked me over, like she was measuring me. She smiled again when our eyes met. "Are you... umm... filming with Shelly?" she asked.

Before I could answer, Shelly cut in. "I wish. She's soo cute, isn't she? She's really my maid, doing my chores an' stuff until she makes her breakthrough in Hollywood."

"We're just friends." I quickly added.

We all laughed. And again, I noticed Angela's eyes lingering on me. "What kind of jobs are you looking for?" Angela asked.

"Umm... TV, movies or maybe theatre, anything really."

Angela kept watching me. "Have you had any jobs or experience yet?"

"No real roles yet. I help with recording weekly ads for the store where I work, and I've done some work as an extra. But I keep going to auditions so it should be just a matter of time before I get something real."

Angela nodded as I talked, but before she could reply Shelly cut in. "Nat, why don't you look around the shop while Angela and I wrap up a few things, an' then I'll come an' help you find something really hot."

So, while she and Angela continued their talk, I turned my attention to the garments in the shop. There was everything you could imagine and more: bras, panties, corsets, nightgowns and countless stockings and pantyhose. There were so many different colors and different fabrics that I hardly knew where to start. At first, I just looked, trying to take in what I was seeing, but after a while I worked up my courage and started to touch and feel the soft materials with my fingers. Some looked nice, and some looked quite ridiculous, like a bra without cups.

I strolled around, turned a corner and froze. Before me was a whole room full of garments made of leather. There were skirts, pants, tops and jackets, thongs, bras and things I had no idea what they were. Most of the garments were black but there were also some in other colors such as white or red. There was even a section with masks, cuffs, whips, chains and collars.

I could sense the smell of leather in the room. I slowly reached out to touch a jacket and then a skirt. They all felt so soft and smooth, far from the cheap jacket that was hanging in my wardrobe.

Then I reached for one of the items that I couldn't figure out what it was. It looked like a bag, but it had lacings and straps that made no sense. I touched it again. It felt just as soft and smooth as the others, but the lacings and buckles made it look... I searched for the right word to describe how it made me feel. Powerful? Evil? No, not evil but yeah, powerful.

"Do you like it?" I jolted as I heard Angela's voice behind me. I quickly turned around and put my hands behind me, like a child who had been caught doing something she shouldn't. The two laughed at my reaction and smiled.

"You know what it is, right?" Shelly asked.

"Umm... no..." I blushed a little, my heart still beating fast.

"It's known as a single-glove or armbinder. It is used in bondage games. We sometimes use one in our films." Angela filled in.

"Here, let me show you." She took it off the hanger and held it up in front of me.

"You hold your arms behind your back. Then I slide them into this pouch and lace it up. And finally, I use the straps to keep it in place. Depending on what you like, it could be laced very tightly or loosely. But no matter what, it is very difficult to escape from."

I watched her demonstration, and for a moment I thought she was going to let me try it, but she just put it back on its hanger. However, she must have read my mind because she gave me a quick smile and winked and said:

"Like I said, we use items like this in some of my productions." She paused and gave me a look before she continued. "And I think you would look really good wearing one." She paused again before continuing, "If you'd like to."

"I think you just got yourself a job offer, babe!" Shelly nudged me and chuckled. "But come, let's go find you those good-lookin' lingerie before Angela stuffs you into that binder and steal you from me."

"Maybe I wouldn't mind," I replied. We all laughed and again Angela gave me that smile. It was more than just friendly.

The three of us went back to the outer room. Shelly and Angela discussed what style and colors I should wear, and it was obvious that they had very different preferences. Angela suggested a classic set in black and with stockings, while Shelly wanted something white to contrast my tan. She also wanted fishnets. I liked both ideas but since Shelly was the one who was paying, she got her way.

They made me try on a couple of different garments. Shelly was beaming and if we had been alone, I'm sure she would have jumped me on the spot.

Angela kept fussing over details such as finding the perfect bra size, but eventually they were happy with the result.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a bra with half cups that made my nipples show, a thong that had an opening, a suspender belt and of course fishnet stockings. It was all in white. I couldn't help it, but watching myself in the mirrors made me tingle.

"You look real' hot, babe. I can't wait to get my hands on ya!" Shelly exclaimed.

"Mmm... just add a nice top, a short girly skirt and a pair of heels and you are a killer." Angela added.

In my head I went through my wardrobe, and yes, I did have a few things that my ex had given me that should work. Still, I doubted that I would ever dare to go anywhere dressed like that.

"Just one more thing." Angela hurried away and within a minute she was back.

"Every good-looking girl needs a matching necklace. This is my gift to you, Natalie."

It wasn't really a necklace, more like a collar. There was a white leather strap with a ring at one end and a buckle at the back. At the front, the collar was held together by a thin chain that was running through the rings. Finally, the ends of the chain were joined together with another ring. It matched the outfit perfectly and added a bit of spice to it. When she buckled it, our eyes met in the mirror and once again she gave me that warm and inviting smile. Is she really flirting with me?

"By the way, Shelly. Next Saturday there is a new fetish club opening, and I happen to have a couple of VIP tickets. Why don't the two of you come and join me?" Angela looked at Shelly and then me and continued "And maybe you'll meet someone who can help you with your career. A handful of directors and actors come to parties like this one."

She took a step back and looked me up and down again, "And I would love to see you wearing this outfit."

When Shelly and I left, Angela gave me a hug and whispered, "You'll be a smash, love."