The Interview

This story references the story "A Change of Mind." Parts of it will make more sense if that story is read first. All characters are eighteen or older.

The Interview

Posting an erotic story online leads to an interview with a publisher.

The Invitation

The email icon pops up about ten o'clock Tuesday night. It indicates I have a message from Veronica. Steel@BedTimePublications. com. I do not recognize the name and assume it is spam. Later that night I read the email.

Dear Dirtyoldman,

Your recent posting, "A Change of Mind," shows possibilities. Please call to discuss publication.

Veronica Steel

Senior Director

Bed Time Publications

213-555-7256

Veronica. Steel@BedTimePublications. com

I sit in shock. Sure, I had written some stories as a lark. After reading some mind control stories online, I wrote a few stories to stimulate my fantasies and other things.

It also fed my ego. However, the idea of me being a writer is insane. I am an engineer not a writer. I excelled at math and performed poorly in English during school. Nevertheless, I am intrigued.

A quick check online confirms my remembrance that area code 213 covers the City of Angeles. Being late even on the west coast, I decide to wait until the next day to call.

I type a quick reply thanking her for her interest in my work. I say I will call tomorrow. An immediate reply simply states, "Call Now!"

I telephone the number and feel relief when a sweet high-pitched voice answers. I introduce myself by name and email name. She recognizes the email name and makes some additional compliments on my story and writing style.

She asks where I live. I answer. Then, she instructs, "Call my secretary in the morning to set up the interview for this weekend. You can fly out of Dallas." She hangs up before I can object.

Veronica's secretary calls me promptly at ten in the morning. It is eight in L. A. I never gave a number, so Veronica must have taken it from caller ID.

The secretary has a soft sultry voice. She introduces herself as Cynthia Smith, but she says to call her Cindy.

She takes my full name and address and asks, "What time do you get off work on Friday?" She confirms I can drive to DFW airport. She also checks to make sure someone will accept packages during the day at my address.

When I indicate I am not sure about the interview, she laughs and says, "Why turn down an expense paid trip to southern California?" Saying goodbye, she hangs up before I can discuss it.

When I arrive home from work Thursday, a FedEx package sits on the table. My landlord must have signed for it. It includes a travel itinerary, airline tickets, and a check.

The itinerary has me staying over Friday night at a luxury hotel near the airport in Irving. The itinerary and first-class tickets show me flying from Dallas on Saturday morning and arriving in LA at about noon pacific time. It indicates, I will be met at the airport. The return is scheduled for Monday afternoon.

The check values $421.69 and is made out to me. It notes on the reason-for line, "Meals, parking, and auto mileage for interview trip."

Nothing mentions a hotel in LA.

I call Cindy and inquire about my LA hotel and the Monday return. She says, "Veronica wants to give you time to enjoy the area. There are several options for places to stay. It can be arranged after you arrive."

She talks for a while about places to stay and things to see but does not actually say much. Then, she has another call and needs to hang up.

Nothing changes in the plans. I start packing for the trip.

The Trip

During lunch Friday, I cash the check and fill my cars gas tank. Leaving for Dallas straight from work, I check into the hotel just before 7:00. As soon as they verify my ID, I receive a key card.

The desk clerk informs, "The room is direct billed with no limit. You can charge anything from room services to the hotel bar to the room."

I make a crude joke about charging her rental to the room. "I will be up there at 8:30 for Champaign and caviar," she replies.

I take it for a joke, but I am not sure. I laugh and then ignore it.

On the desk in the room sits an elaborate welcome package. A note from Veronica states she looks forward to seeing me. It directs me to relax and enjoy the evening compliments of Bed Time Publishing.

A laptop computer sits ready for use. A card with the user ID and password rests in the welcome package envelope. A note states drinks and bottled water are in the nearby refrigerator.

The package also holds some sleeping pills. A note taped to the bottle instructs to take one pill tonight to get a good rest and another right after boarding to sleep on the plane.

In addition to cookies, candy, and condoms, the package includes several publications by Bed Time Publishing. They all have a sexual theme.

Some are mild like "101 Never Miss Pick Up Lines" or "The Unofficial Sorority House Book of Sex Jokes." Others are hard core like the photographically illustrated "Tales of Abduction."

I set the package aside and grab a sprite from the fridge. I do not drink alcohol. I order room service for dinner.

The hotel has an overnight dry-cleaning service. I call to have my clothes for tomorrow cleaned. I have decided to dress casual for the meeting. Just tan pants and a casual button-down shirt.

The maid is up in ten minutes to pick them up. Of course, I charge it to the room.

The steak arrives shortly, delivered by the earlier desk clerk girl. My single-track interest in the food seems to disappoint her. I do give a nice tip.

After dinner I place the trays in the hall and get on the computer. When I log on, a video message from Veronica appears. It addresses the same sentiments as the welcome package note.

Veronica looks to be in her late thirties, blond, and well built. The video shows from the chest up, but her top and jewelry look stylish.

I search "Veronica Steel" on the internet and find several Facebook sites. The first site shows an attractive porn star, not the right Veronica.

The second matches the intro video, but the dress and contents of the pictures look more sensual. She wears skimpier and more casual clothing, and she displays more provocative poses on Facebook. Some are even lingerie shots.

A search for Bed Time Publishing leads to a website. Their site includes a chat area, a store, and a brief introduction to the company, but little hard information.

It states they are a green, community-oriented company that cares about their employees, the environment, and their community. What a load of crap. It does not provide any financial information or even a list of executive officers.

From the information on the website, it might be a front company for the PLO or the CIA. I cannot tell if they have any financial resources or the importance of "Senior Director" Veronica Steel. It may be a high decision-making position or just a fancy title to impress fledgling writers.

A look at the store gives a better indication of their business. All the publications follow the themes of my samples. They publish several pornographic magazines catering to a variety of taste and fetishes.

Both subscriptions and back issues are for sale. They have romance novels that are probably not legally pornography, but the titles and cover art are sexually titillating. Then, they have titles that are clearly hard core.

They also advertise sister sights, "Bed Time Outfits," "Bed Time Entertainment," and "Bed Time Toys." The first sells lingerie, costumes, and fetish clothing. The second plugs porno videos. The third markets adult toys.

At least they seem to have the marketing down. Each product page has a "similar products section" and an "other products purchased by people who purchased this item section."

They may be a cheesy company, but they probably make a bundle. After very little research, I take the sleeping pill and go to bed.

I wake in the morning to a knock on the door. The maid is delivering my clean clothes.

Last night's research confirms my decision to be casual. These people are not interested in ties, at least not the ones worn with business suits.

I order room service for breakfast, shower, eat, and dress.

An envelope with a bill receipt has been slipped under the door. It confirms everything has been paid for.

The desk girl has added a note saying, "I hope you have more free time on your next visit." It includes a personal cell phone number. She has signed it "Maggie" with a heart to dot the letter "I."

The plane trip is nice but uneventful. I take another sleeping pill and sleep most of the trip.

Meeting the Publisher

On arrival, I am met at the airport by Cindy. Her body is even hotter than her voice. She is brown haired, thin, and has on a black fitted skirt suit with a short skirt and purple blouse.

She holds a printed sign with my name on it. She also has a driver to carry my bag. I keep my leather note case.

The driver offers me the left back seat and Cindy slips into the right. The driver drives off without additional instruction. Apparently, he knows our destination.

Cindy talks about how much she enjoys meeting writers. She discusses how they are so in touch with their feeling. I quip, "I do not know. I am an engineer not a writer. I have no feelings."

She giggles and says "You writers sure are moody." Then, she pats my leg and starts talking about how the Angels baseball team is doing. This continues until our arrival at Veronica's house.

Cindy ushers me through the mansion to the pool area out back. Veronica meets us there. We introduce each other.

She offers a drink. I request lemonade. A few words into an intercom and a maid arrives with our drinks. Veronica's glass looks like a scotch on the rocks, and Cindy drinks a margarita.

She asks if I have any other stories. I pull some copies from my notebook and hand them to her. She passes it to Cindy and instructs her to make five copies. Cindy quickly departs into the house.

Veronica then explains we are waiting on her editor who is delayed in another meeting. She suggests I take a swim to cool off and relax after the long trip.

I indicate my swim trunks are in my bag in the car. She laughs saying, "Just skinny dip. It is private. Surely the writer of 'A Change of Mind' is not afraid of showing a little skin."

I know this is a test. I can walk out, or I can peel down. After a few seconds, I choose to peel. I remove my clothes, lay them on a nearby chair, and start heading for the pool.

Veronica says to shower first. She points to the outdoor shower nearby. Several shower heads protrude from a nearby blue tile wall.

The patio in the area dips slightly to channel the water to the drain. Otherwise, the shower and I are fully exposed. A bottle of soap and shampoo rest on a small shelf.

Cindy returns with the copies of my stories. Both casually sit on the patio chairs and watch as I soap up, rinse off, and jump in the pool.

I swim the length of the pool and back. The cool water feels soothing to my skin. My muscles stretch, relieving the strain from sitting on the airplane.

When I return to the house side of the pool, I scan the patio. Veronica sits reading my stories while occasionally looking up at me. Cindy has disappeared.

After I swim another lap, Cindy returns wearing a pink bikini. She showers and dives in the pool. She says "Race you to the other side," and starts swimming.

I cannot refuse the challenge and charge after her. I almost catch her before the edge of the pool.

She turns to face me. As I plant my feet and stand up, Cindy lunges at me and gives me a big hug and kiss.

I lose my balance and fall backwards into the water. As I regain my footing with Cindy's arms still around my neck she declares, "Let's try the hot tub."

I lift her over the short wall and into the tub. Then, I boost myself into the warm water. It feels particularly stimulating after the cool pool water.

Cindy pulls me to the bench on the far side and presses a button to start the bubbles. She sits next to me, snuggles up, and places her hand on my crotch. Between the warm water and Cindy's caress, junior begins growing.

The maid brings fresh drinks and hands them to us. Cindy drinks with one hand and shifts my gears with the other.

Just as I am fully revved and heading for the finish line, Cindy abruptly stops. She says, "There will be time for that later." She stands up and pulls me towards the shower.

She turns on the hot water and pulls me under the head. We rinse quickly, and she grabs two towels from a nearby cabinet. She hands me one and instructs, "Discard the used one in a nearby basket."

I dry quickly and toss the towel away. Heading to the chair to retrieve my clothes, I realize my clothes are missing.

Noticing me staring at the empty chair, Cindy declares, "I hung your clothes inside. You can get them later."

I stand there naked and still sporting a boner. What shall I do? I quickly take cover in a seat at the patio table.

The glass tabletop provides little visual protection. It provides even less emotional fortification. Cindy slides a chair next to me, sits down, and puts her hand in my lap.

The maid arrives escorting Penny, the editor, to the patio. Veronica and Cindy stand to greet Penny. Seconds later I join them.

Penny wears a light blue blouse with a grey skirt, tan hose, and black heels. It looks like standard business dress except the neckline is low, the skirt is very short, and the heels are long.

Veronica introduces me. We shake, and they examine me up and down. My impression is that I am a pop art painting up for sale.

As we start to sit, Cindy stares at me. "You look like you're starting to burn," she says.

Grabbing a bottle of suntan lotion from the towel cabinet she starts rubbing it on my back. "Stand, so I can get your lower back and legs," she orders.

I stand there for what seems like forever being ogled by two women as a third meticulously rubs me with lotion. When finished, Cindy requests I oil her.

Feeling obligated to repay her effort, I begin smothering her in cream. I massage it in thoroughly. Finally, I finish and can obtain what cover sitting at a glass table provides.

We talk about my writing as the maid retrieves another round of drinks. Veronica and Penny lavish me with compliments. Cindy sits and smiles.

They describe their company and how they wish to print my story in "Real Time Fantasies." It is a new magazine they are starting. It caters to housewives and business women that are stuck in unexciting lives.

Vincent's arrival interrupts the meeting. Veronica greets him and explains, "He is a Tailor."

"A costume party hosted by the initial sponsor for Real Time Fantasies occurs tonight. We want to show you off. Vincent dropped by to take measurements for your costume."

Vincent seems more interested in me then the ladies, and it is not just a professional interest. Placing me on display, I am measured head to toe. He brushes my dick as he measures. Then, he scribbles data in his notebook.

He has me turn around and measures again. The girls our all smiles. They seem to be enjoying the show. I am turning red but not from sunburn. Finally, Vincent finishes and departs.

The maid brings fruit and sandwiches for lunch. Then, she returns with drinks. It is late afternoon, and I am starved. It is evening back in Texas where I ate my last meal.

We talk during the late lunch about everything except business. Penny asked about my life in Texas. She inquires about my relationship status, work, and hobbies.

Penny mentions they had "A Change of Mind" psychoanalyzed. She quickly changes the subject when Veronica grimaces and Cindy spills her drink in my lap. Cindy then practically jerks me off wiping up the liquid.

At sunset we retire to the house to prepare for the party. Cindy leads me to a bedroom with a connecting bath. Our costumes wait on the bed.

We clean up and dress. Apparently, I am going as a half-dressed cowboy. My costume consists of cowboy boots and hat, chaps, a denim bikini shorts, a see thru mesh vest with a star marked sheriff pinned on the right breast, and a gun belt with six-shooter.

Cindy is done up in high heel shoes, mesh stocking, lace bikini style panties, a bustier with attached garter straps, and a cowboy hat. "We picked cowboy outfits since you're from Texas," Cindy comments.

We return to the hall, and I follow Cindy to the entry way. Veronica and Penny stand there drinking cocktails. Vincent stoops there adjusting their costumes.

Penny wears a country girl outfit right out of "The Dukes of Hazard." Her attire consists of tight denim cutoffs, checkered shirt, boots, red neck scarf, and cowboy hat. Veronica sports a cowgirl outfit. It includes boots, hat, denim skirt, plaid blouse, and a gun belt.

Vincent quickly moves to Cindy and tweaks her top to show more cleavage. A couple of stitches get added to hold it in place.

Next, he snips, tucks, and sews my bottoms to cover even less than before. I stand there nervous and awkward as he works on my crotch.

Cindy quips "Don't worry. You won't be wearing them that long."

I follow the ladies into a limo waiting in the driveway. I never see the driver or where we go.

The Party

Our chariot drops us at the door to a large brick house with pink trim. The door opens and we are greeted by flash bulbs as we scamper inside.

Inside is festive. Dance music plays, glasses clink, and chatter beckons. The mood lighting dances on the ornate decor between flashes from cameras.

We enter a large playroom that opens out on a pool. A few dozen costumed guest mingle about.

The garb follows a number of themes. They range from super heroes to nursery rhyme characters. The only commonality lies in their sensuality and skimpiness.

A female Zorro chats with an R-rated Winnie the Pooh. A guy hanging out of a Cupid outfit stands between Eve and Tarzan. Eve's upper fig leaves have disappeared along with Tarzan's loin cloth. All Tarzan wears is a knife in a leather sheaf and a stuffed monkey on his shoulder.

A large banner hangs between light poles behind the pool. It states, "Welcome to the Real Time Fantasy's Prepublication Production Party." It also displays a logo of a nude couple kissing in front of a rising moon.

Veronica leads me towards a group of partiers and introduces me to Shelly. Shelly has on a black cat outfit that consists of heels, stockings, a mini skirt, blouse, tail, and ears.

Shelly presides over "Satin and Lace Novelties," a manufacturer of sex toys catering to women. They are the primary sponsor for the new lady's adult magazine.

She pats me on the ass and says she loves my story. "Let's slip off somewhere quieter. We can talk about the magazine while I show you my goods." Veronica slips away as Shelly leads me up a stairway.

We end up in a bedroom that looks down on the pool. Unopened packages of sex aids and toys cover the dresser. She leads me over and shows me everything from furry handcuffs to strap on dildos.

She says, "This is my favorite," as she starts removing a vibrator from its packaging. Then, she instructs, "You try this one," while grabbing another package. She removes a pair of silk men's bikini briefs that contain a built-in vibrator.

Sitting on the bed she states, "Come here." I walk over and stand in front of her. She removes my gun belt and chaps. She tosses them on a nearby chair.

She reaches over and pulls down my denim briefs. When they reach the floor, I dutifully step out of them.

I stand there naked waist to boots as she fiddles with the new underwear. She installs the batteries in the battery pack and the remote control.

She then holds out the new pair with the electronic wizardry. I step into them, and she pulls them up. In addition to being designed to hold a vibrator against my balls, they have a dick hole in the crotch.

She keeps the control. She then leans back, lifts her skirt, and inserts her own toy in her pussy.

I stand there pondering the appropriate course of action while she leans back on the bed, smiles up at me, and pleasures herself. After a minute, she presses the control. My balls tingle, and I stiffen.

She adjusts the remote. She electronically plays with me as she pleasures herself.

She looks me in the eyes and announces, "Please me." I stand there a moment stunned by what is happening.

She says, "I read your story. You want to be dominated by strong women. You want to obey." Again, she orders, "Please me."

I move forward and start to insert myself into her. She orders, "No, first with your mouth."

By then my mind begins to automatically follow commands. I kneel and begin licking away. She orgasms and looks down on me smiling while she recovers.

She then points to the dresser and orders, "Now you can fuck me, but use a condom."

I walk over, retrieve a condom from the dresser top, and return quickly. This time she is adjusting the pattern of my electronic stimulator. I cover my cannon, insert, and begin to pound.

As the stimulation builds, the pace quickens. Eventually, I erupt, and we begin to cool down.

She walks into the bath and returns with a warm damp washcloth. She removes my condom and washes me up. Then, she grabs my holster and buckles it about my waste.

"Now we must return to my guest," she states as she grabs a handful of condoms and heads to the door. I follow with my dick still flapping in the breeze.

Downstairs, the revelry continues. I spot Cindy first. She has misplaced her panties, and her nipples protrude free of her top.

She glances at my crotch and comments, "I see you are having fun." Shelly counters, "All of my guests have fun, or I have them thrown out."

Shelly slips the condoms in my gun belt and whispers instructions in my ear. "You are to mingle with my guest. Whoever you are speaking to when your panties start to vibrate, you must kiss and fondle. As long as you continue to vibrate, you must pursue and intensify your seduction until the target orgasms or the vibrating stops."

She then wonders off leaving me with Cindy.

Cindy introduces me to Chelsea another personal assistant at Bed Time Publishing. She is wearing a pink teddy with bunny ears and a tail. Cindy retreats saying, "I will get fresh drinks."

I chat with Chelsea admiring her lack of costume. My underwear starts to vibrate. I move closer, smile at her, place my arms around her, and give her a big kiss.

She responds warmly. I squeeze her breast. She reacts by grasping my crotch. The vibrating stops, and I back off as Veronica and Penny approach.

Veronica interrogates me on my meeting with Shelly while briefly glancing down at my new attire. I mention, "She had me try one of her products as she tried me." This gets a big smile from Penny.

Veronica asks if she discussed the magazine concept. I indicate no. She leads me to a nearby couch saying, "Well there are some things you need to know."

We sit as she explains the magazine concept in detail. The magazine prints erotic stories that cater to women. The kicker is the author models for the pornographic photos that illustrate their stories.

If they used my story, they expect me to appear in X-rated photos as Animal#69. I sit in shock pondering this implication as my stomach turns flip-flops.

While I sit there stunned, my panty starts vibrating. My mind automatically kicks in to start following Shelly's instructions. I place my arm around Veronica and begin to kiss and fondle her. She starts removing my shirt.

The vibrating continues as I slip into a condom, and Veronica removes her top and bra. I lift her skirt and caress her butt.

Her pussy presents itself without cover. I insert and begin thrusting as my hands move back to her breast.

She places her hands on my ass and pulls me into her. The pace of the vibration and the tempo of the thrusting quicken. As it builds to a crescendo, I hear Veronica say "Now!" We both orgasm.

As I start to cool down, a tiny part of my brain thinks, "That now thing was right out of my story." Only then do I see a flash and realize one of the party photographers had photographed my sexual interaction with Veronica.

I sit back and continue to chat with Veronica. She restores her blouse and straitens her skirt. I start to restore my shirt, but veronica states "Don't! I like your attire just fine."

She proceeds to remove the gun belt, remove the condom, clean off my dick with a towel, and dispose of all the items.

Chelsea walks up and smiles approvingly at my attire. Then, she poses with me for a picture.

"You two have fun," Veronica says as she slips away.

Chelsea places one hand around my shoulders. She pulls us together. Her other hand goes to my dick. She poses for another photo.

The vibrating command starts. We kiss, hug, and fondle each other while placing the camera out of our mind.

She pushes me back onto the couch pausing briefly to install a rubber. Then, she mounts my pole and rides it like a bucking bronco. She is an E-ticket ride.

The rest of the night turns out much the same. There are a few more women.

When I am passed to Penny, she pushes my face into her crotch. I oblige. I dance with her and for a few gals. I sit as some of them dance naked for me.

Finally, Veronica walks up and says, "We must leave." We say farewell to Shelly. Veronica directs me, "Return the novelty panties."

I remove them leaving me with only hat and boots. Cindy, Penny, and Veronica are also topless. However, Veronica still has her skirt and Penny has panties.

We pose for some goodbye pictures and head for the car.

Upon our return to Veronica's place, Cindy says, "You're mine for the rest of the night. It is my reward for being a good girl. Let's start with a swim."

We remove our hats, shoes, and Cindy's few remaining items of clothing. We use the outdoor shower before we take a dip.

The swim repeats the events of the afternoon, and we wind up in the hot tub. Cindy takes off where she stopped earlier but mounts me when I get hard.

We rock back and forth until we build to an explosion. Then, we shower again, dry off, and go to bed.

The Offer

I awake in the same bedroom where we dressed for the party. Cindy rests next to me with a smile on her face. I feel pleasantly sore and smile back.

We join Veronica and Penny for breakfast. They wear robes. Cindy and I wear nothing.

After breakfast, we wash up and meet back in the entry. Veronica and Penny are dressed in business apparel. Cindy and I wear white terrycloth robes.

Today's agenda has me generating a portfolio of photographs to show to the magazine sponsors and producers. We travel by limo to a large studio in a warehouse district.

Cindy and I go to the hair and makeup salon where we disrobe. An army of women work on us.

Our hair is cut and trimmed. The styling is not limited to our head. Then, we are washed, dried, and receive all over makeup.

We meet Veronica, Penny, and the photo crew in a side studio.

A woman in the photo crew massages my crotch until I obtain a nice hard erection. I pose for a number of nude shots against a green backdrop. Cindy joins me for some couple's shots including simulated sex shots.

Next, we move to a larger studio. The set is set up to look like a strip club. A large poll sits in the middle. I am chained to it by the ankle while Cindy dons the outfits from my story.

We simulate some shots of me dancing and fucking like my story. After that, we break for lunch as the set gets changed.

The afternoon set shows the park for the opening abduction scene. They work backwards so not to disturb my makeup.

First, I pose naked with Cindy in a purple shorts outfit holding a gun on me. Then, I am shot having the cuffs attached and being walked to the van. Next, I go through the whole striping sequence backwards adding clothes until fully dressed.

Cindy and I both remove our wardrobe and adorn our robes for a few remaining shots. Lastly, we shower to wash away the makeup, dry off, and ride back nude to Veronica's house.

The day ends with a dinner party for the four of us by the pool. I am the after-dinner entertainment. We do not dress for dinner, but go straight from the car to the pool. We eat a delicious dinner, and the drinks flow liberally.

As the maid clears the dishes, Penny asks me to dance. We stand and start dancing together. It feels really strange dancing nude with a fully clothed woman.

Minutes into the song, Penny claims a cramp and sits down. She says to me, "You keep dancing." Dancing nude in front of several women feels even stranger.

As the song ends, I start to sit but Veronica beckons me to her and orders, "Keep Dancing," as she spreads her legs. Suddenly, I am doing a table dance for Veronica as Penny pulls a camera from her purse and takes a few snapshots.

I dance for Penny next. Then, I perform for Cindy. While dancing for Cindy, she reaches out and starts performing a blowjob. It leads to me fucking her as the other ladies watch.

Cindy and I take a quick shower together to clean up, and I take a brief rest. Veronica then requests a dance.

While I am dancing between her legs, she lifts her skirt to expose her lace panties and hands me a condom. I pull the panties down and off. I don the condom and start pumping her.

A flash tells me Penny is still using the camera. Penny demands my services next. It is a repeat of my performance with Veronica.

After the ladies finish having me for dessert, we move to the hot tub. Veronica and Penny leave their clothing at the table. I do oral for each lady before sitting back and relaxing in the warm water with Cindy in my arms.

Cindy and I retire shortly to the bedroom and spend the night together.

Monday morning, I wake to Cindy's breast in my face and her hand on my cock. I move my eyes up and see her smiling face.

We wash, I shave, and then we head for breakfast.

Today, Cindy adorns herself with a slinky lavender robe. Veronica and Penny are dressed similar to Cindy but in different colors. I wear nothing. I have not seen my luggage since the airport or my clothes since my swim. The women have provided nothing since Cindy and I showered after the photoshoot.

We eat. After breakfast, Veronica rushes me to hurry, so I do not miss my flight.

The maid brings out a new outfit for me to wear. It has a silk shirt, dress slacks, shoes, and socks, but no underwear. There are also a dress and shoes for Cindy. We dress while the others wait and watch. They also return my wallet and keys that were in my pants before swimming on Saturday.

Veronica hands me a large envelope as we walk to the car. She says, "You can read it on the flight." Veronica and Penny say how much they enjoyed the weekend. Veronica says she looks forward to me working for her.

Cindy snuggles up to me for the ride to the airport. She gives me a long goodbye kiss and a grope right before I go through security.

On the plane, I open the envelope. It contains some photos from the weekend and a contract offer.

It contains pages of lawyer talk, but the cover letter sums up the offer. It buys the publication rights to my story and gives them the right to match any offer on any future works.

The purchase is conditional on my performing and supporting editing, modeling, publicity, and other services in support of the publication. I blush when I read "other services."

It provides daily rates for these items as well as an estimate for the amount of time expected. It also states that expenses will be paid by Bed Time Publishing.

The money for publication rights and associated services pays more than I make in ten years as an engineer.

I settle back in my first-class chair to relax and ponder the turn of events. I will need to call Veronica to coordinate exactly how much and when I will need time off from my current job.

I have some vacation, but it is probably not enough. Maybe, I should quit my engineering job.

Will, it looks like more trips to the west coast are in my future. I smile and fall asleep pondering the possibilities. I feel my cock harden.