Artistic Studies: No Way Out
By
Skinnie Stallion
1. No Way Out: Secure Loan. Secure Dominic
Michelle ran through the details before the mannequin was moved and taken to the Dispatch Bay. “Dominic Turner, taken as payment against an unpaid secured loan of £50,000, taken out from us by one Mrs Pamela Vantari. All rental to Mrs Vantari in cash so no trail, no connection to us or any of our subsidiaries. All other data checks carried out and erased. Coated, semi-permanent sealatex. Sort code 08-08-25. Transfer and Shipping documentation in order pending payment 300,000 US. Destination Nanjing Road, Shanghai, China.”
“Very good, Michelle” said Dina Richards. “Well, that’s the last of the Tracey batch. So unfortunate: he was doing so well. Still, once they develop a taste for it, they’re always going to be troublesome unless that’s what the client wants. I guess Mrs Vantari wants something more than a maid, especially if Mr Vantari is away a lot. There’s something to be said for a versatile B&K Boy if you're that way inclined. I assume he’s plugged? We don’t want him forgetting his true purpose. Mrs Vantari will be receiving her pleasures but I’m sure she won't want to to deprive Mr Vantari.”
“Yes, Ms Richards. Fully plugged and catheterised.”
“Good,” said Dina giving Dominic a little pat between the cheeks of his bottom. She stepped on to the podium and whispered in his ear: “You are such a silly boy. It needn’t have been like this but you made your choices with Ms Tracey and there’s no going back now. Bye, bye. Safe travels. Enjoy fucking Mrs Vantari, but I hope Mr Vantari sets you right.” Dina stepped back as the girls from Shipping arrived to load the latex mannequin on to a trolley. “Now, I must go and see Caroline Wright. She seems to have got herself into the same predicament as Ms Tracey. Stupid woman. Honestly with some women it’s just cock, cock and more cock. Why won't they learn to be the dominant gender?”
“Yes, Ms Richards,” agreed Michelle who’d long since submitted to her feminine side.
2. Artistic Studies: No Way Out
Cassie had tried so hard: black latex leggings, black patent thigh boots, tight red latex sleeved top, black leather biker jacket, leather studded collar. What more did she need to do to show her devotion to Bergman and Knightley and The B&K Institute. Unfortunately, Ms Richards was unconvinced. “You may be a volunteer but I must remind you that you signed a Contract,” said Dina. She was getting exasperated. “Look, I’ll show you again. What does it say here?”
“Caroline Wright,” said Cassie.
“And is that your signature?”
“ Yes,” said Cassie shifting uncomfortably on Ms Richards carpet. “But there must be options. You allowed Emma Tracey ….”
“You know nothing of our arrangement with Ms Tracey. I am presenting you with your own way out. It’s a generous option given your misdemeanour. Those boys, your ‘Wright Set’ as you called them, have been running riot since that morning at your studio. Entirely the wrong kind of idea has got into them: they’re now far less interested in things getting in them and more interested in getting into our ladies. Not our girls but our ladies, might I emphasise. We’ve had to withdraw them from the shopfloor. We can’t have apprentice shop assistants propositioning our customers. They behave as if they’re on a debauched lads’ stag in Magaluf.”
“I’m sorry,” Ms Richards. “I had no idea …..”
“No, you hadn’t. You were told not to take them away from The Institute. Your option is to become a B&K Host. You can look after the two of the worst behaved of your girls: Sandy and Monica. You can either tame them or cater for their newfound tastes. It’s your choice and it’s your only choice, but it is your way of retaining some independence. If not we’ll keep you in the basement of the B&K Hostel. You can be a permanent Life Model and outlet for the boys.”
“You can’t do that. I can’t do that. I have a Studio to run.”
“Had. Had a studio to run. I think you’ll find looking after two B&K Boys, especially boys like Sandy and Monica, a full-time job.”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No, not unless you want to reside in our basement. We will give you a stipend to look after the Boys. A modest stipend. You may need to sell some paintings to make ends meet.”
“Couldn’t I sell some of Monica’s photos? You let Emma Tracey …..”
“As I said, our arrangement with Ms Tracey is a private matter. Her photos were tasteful by comparison. Your photos are in my safe. We will release them should you ever try to abscond or renege on our agreement. I’m sure that there are Triple X websites or collectors who’d appreciate them.”
Cassie blushed. “But Jeff Koons did pictures and sculptures of him with Cicciolina ….”
“Jeff Koons did some very artistic poses with Ms Staler in their Made in Heaven exhibits. Yours were entirely different and even more graphic.”
“But she was a porn star. You could see him fucking her. Fucking and more. He sod.…..”
“And it was all very tasteful and planned. Yours were impromptu and disgraceful. Ms Staler went on to become a distinguished politician, whereas you…. you…… well you know what you are.”
“Yes, Ms Richards.” Cassie hung her head. She knew only too well how she’d behaved. It had all been so overwhelming and sudden. She’d lost herself in the moment.
“And Ms Wright?....”
“Yes, Ms Richards?”
“I note that you’re owing over seven thousand pounds on your B&K account. You will soon be in breach of your credit limit. I do recommend that you try and sell some paintings.”
“Yes, Ms Richards.”
Her finances weren’t getting any better. Two B&K Boys were expensive to run and their allowances didn’t go far. She was perpetually being chased by the bank about her overdraft and her credit card repayments. She managed to sell-off some of her older works to a dealer but at derisory prices. Her only salvation was persuading her friends to shop at B&K. When they came round, they’d often admire what Cassie was wearing. She’d take them to Bergmans where Ms Richards had arranged for her to receive an introduction fee based on their first shop. Ms Richards had also agreed to extend her B&K credit limit. Unfortunately it encouraged Cassie to lead by example and fuelled her growing addiction to B&K products. She was steadily building a wardrobe of pants and skirts in almost every colour and style available, and as for her heels and boots ….
Sandy and Monica didn't make things any easier. They always wanted to visit B&K on their shopping expeditions and meet up with their friends on the B&K shopfloor. They were proud of taking Cassie round and showing her off. Most ladies like showing off their B&K Boy; these girls liked showing off their B&K Host. The shop assistants always giggled when they saw her with Sandy and Monica. Cassie wondered her girls had been saying about her.
Sandy and Monica were always adding items to her shopping basket, both for themselves and Cassie. They liked dressing and then undressing her.
Sandy and Monica were also amassing a collection of toys. Last week’s shopping trip quickly degenerated as soon as they left the store. The girls couldn’t wait. “Where are you going?’” asked Audrey Travers as they dragged Cassie away from loading her car.
“We need to see Ms Wright in her panties,” said Sandy.
“We’re going to polish her till she shines,” added Monica.
“And then we’re going to try our new pantie inserts on her while she polishes us,” giggled Sandy.
“…… and then we’re going to fuck her,” called Monica over shoulder as she hailed a taxi.
“You are naughty boys,” pleaded Cassie but the girls had no intention of stopping now. Cassie had never levelled with her friends or family about why Sandy and Monica were living with her. “I'm going to have to explain this to her later.” She had no idea what she was going to say. She just hoped Audrey hadn't heard Monica’s last words.
“I'm sorry, I just thought she might like to know what we were going to be doing with you this afternoon,” laughed Monica.
The difficulty for Cassie was that she was already looking forward to what Sandy and Monica said they were going to do to her.
4. One Way Out: While Sandy Slept
Cassie’s finances were going from bad to worse or, more realistically, terrible to disastrous. She had no more canvasses to sell. She’d stopped giving art lessons to look after Sandy and Monica. Introduction fees to Bergman and Knightley were nothing like enough, and every visit she made to B&K simply led to more unaffordable purchases.
Cassie began researching other options on the internet. She became acquainted with the Dark Web where she found a secondary market for B&K Boys. It didn’t take long to identify potential buyers All she’d need to tell Ms Richards was that one of her boys had absconded. It seemed to Cassie quite likely that they might run away. She could make up some story about them seeing a guy in the street or some girl.
Given how problematic she’d been, she decided that Sandy was the beter candidate. Sandy was a handful. Monica was more cheeky but was more sweet natured, manageable and modestly sized. Sandy’s handsome endowment ought to secure a better price. She’d miss Sandy but sadly Sandy it had to be.
By the close of the auction, Sandy’s price had reached £40,000. Cassie was delighted. Her debts would be more than covered and it would mean she could get the red mac and heels that she’d been yearning for. Her black mac was lovely but it would be nice to ring the changes.
That evening she plied Monica with whisky laced with Ambien. Monica needed an early night which allowed Cassie a final night of bliss with Sandy before giving the unsuspecting girl a nightcap. Sandy was sleeping like a baby when the money landed in Cassie’s account and she invited in the removal men.
5. No Way Sis
Monica was still fast asleep when Cassie did the bank transfers to pay off her debts. That still left her with £21,000 in her account. She felt jubilant. Time to go shopping. She slipped into bed alongside a still drowsy Monica and coaxed her to life. She wanted to celebrate with a trip to B&K. She told Monica that she’d had a late night with Sandy and was allowing her to sleep it off.
At Bergman’s Monica admired the red PVC coat dress and supported its purchase. Cassie didn’t worry: she still had £20,300 left and £19,900 after the shoes. And £19,200 after a pink latex ruffle skirt for Monica with bottom-up zip. With only Monica, to look after, she needed to assert her authority. It would be easier to run only one girl. She’d even take Monica to lunch as treat.
Cassie was on Cloud Nine. Money in the bank and a beautiful B&K Boy as a girlfriend. Her coat dress looked splendid and it felt heavenly kissing Monica on the lips in the restaurant and playing footsie with her. She felt liberated; she felt young. It was only after she’d been home for a couple of hours that reality struck: an email arrived from Bergman and Knightley’s Legal Department. The attached letter was terse and to the point:
Activity has been detected on the Dark Web. It is noted that you have been in breach of Clause 40 of your Contract regarding handling of a B&K Boy. Immediate return of Sandy Davenport is required.
In the absence of Ms Davenport’s return, immediate payment of £40,000 is required in lieu. Additionally penalties will be applied in accordance with your Contract (see Clause 52.)
In the absence of either Ms Davenport’s return or full payment, our B&K bailiffs will call to settle your debt to Bergman and Knightley (see Clause 56).
Cassie panicked. Had Monica ratted on her? She called Ms Richards to offer her apologies and £19,200. £19,200 was all she had. She pleaded with Ms Richards that there was no way she could repay the full £40,000, not even if she returned today’s purchases. Ms Richards merely referred her to the Legal Department. Legal was insistent: Sandy, £40,000 or the bailiffs would come and collect.
Cassie was desperate. She needed help and fast. She didn’t know where to turn. The contact on the Dark Web had vanished and there was no-one she knew who’d be prepared to lend her, let alone give her, that kind of money. She decided to call Flora as a last resort. She’d never got on with her elder sister and not seen her in months. Cassie had always been the opposite of Flora. Flora was staid, conventional and, in Cassie’s eyes, boring: a Princess of suburbia content with her work on the Parish Council and the Townswomens’ Guild. Cassie was seen as the lively one, the arty one, the bohemian one, the scatty one, the tearaway.
Cassie’s call was not a success. The dozy cow didn’t seem to understand: she’d probably not got her hearing aids adjusted properly. Cassie decided to go round. She’d have to beg. That would probably suit Flora down to the ground: her silly sister with money troubles again and no mum and dad to bail her out this time.
“Helen? What? What in heaven are you wearing?” demanded Flora after she’d let Cassie into the hall. Not a good start. Cassie hadn’t changed since leaving B&K that morning.
“It doesn't matter Sis'. I don't have time to explain, I need your help please.” Why did Flora always have to call her Helen? It might be her first name but Cassie never used it. She might have been christened Helen, but she preferred to go by her second name. Helen Caroline. Caroline was better than Helen but she still shortened it to Cassie. Only Flora persisted with Helen.
“But it’s positively indecent. You look like some kind of streetwalker. Is that how you earn your money these days? I always told Mum you’d come to no good.”
“No, I’m not!” objected Cassie. “How dare you suggest that!” Nevertheless, Cassie lodged that idea in the back of her mind. Perhaps escorting would be a way of making some quick money? Her coat dress was obviously giving off those kind of vibes. Could she try for some mature content on OnlyFans? “Look I need to talk to you.”
Flora led Cassie through to her cluttered kitchen-diner. She wasn’t going to allow Helen in the Lounge, not dressed like that. She was already worrying if her neighbours had seen Helen arrive. “So what is it, Helen? What have you got yourself into this time? And why do you look like a tart?”
Cassie attempted to explain. She missed out a lot of the detail. She didn’t mention Sandy (or Monica), her teaching at The B&K Institute, and her past misdeeds. She didn’t refer to Bergman and Knightley by name or her shopping habits.
“Look Sis, I’ve got a problem. I really need £40,000.”
“£40,000,” repeated an astonished Flora.
“Please Sis. Please. I’ve got mixed up with ……,” Cassie hesitated, how much was she willing to admit, was she prepared to tell Flora about getting banged by her ‘girls’? Would Flora even begin to understand about girls with cocks? Best to keep it simple, she decided, “…… some people. Please Sis’, they’re going to take me.”
“Take you? How do you mean take you? Take you where? Take you on holiday? Take you to prison?”
“No, take me. Take me to work for them, I guess.”
“Good. A proper job is what you need. Always running around, playing with your paints like you’re still at school.”
“I’m an artist,” objected Cassie.
“A failed artist who can’t pay her bills by the sounds of it. Why didn’t you just stay as an artist’s model? At least you were capable of taking your clothes off, and not just with that painter friend of yours, as I remember.”
“I still paint a bit. I sold some canvases recently.”
“Well clearly not enough if you owe £40,000.”
“So, will you help Sis’?”
“I’m afraid not. I don’t see you for months and now you come asking for money. I don’t have that kind of money to hand. I actually think a proper job is exactly what you need. It might sort out your profligate ways.”
“Thanks a lot Sis’,” said Cassie, acknowledging defeat. She drove home in a rage at Flora’s intransigence, but knowing in her heart that it had been a forlorn hope.
to be continued Soon
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