Something happened that I am a little embarrassed about, I can feel my face getting all flushed even now as I think about it. Yesterday when I was taking a break from dusting a bookshelf, I put my Jacket on and went outside for my break. I often go across the street to the arcade that is close to apartment that I clean. And cleaning a bookshelf is an endless task, I don’t know where all that dust comes from, every week there is a new layer waiting for me. My employer has so many books and is often actively reading at his desk while he supervises me. I think he cares for his books very much since he watches intently that I dust them with care.
I am getting off track, back to the arcade, it is full of many fun games old to new. I played my favorite game, Dance Revolution, for a bit, I always make the high score with that game. When it comes to rhythm and music, I am a natural. It is when I switched to the game Ms Packman that the incident occurred.
I was working hard to bump the initials KAS off from the high score list, maneuvering through the maze and avoiding the ghosts when I noticed some guy watching me. At first I thought he might be a fan of the game and really interested in my skill so I did not give it much though until I heard a clinking noise. He had dropped a bunch of tokens on the floor. I looked behind of me to see him on his knees reaching for the dropped tokens, but his face was looking up at me. And from his angle I realized he could see underneath my uniform dress. I turned back to the game trying to pretend I did not notice and concentrate on the game, but I kept thinking about him staring at me, and him seeing under my dress and then I began to have a hot pleasurable sensation between my legs. In a flash I felt my face go hot, so embarrassed to realize I was enjoying to have the stranger looking me in such a way. I quickly abandoned my game dropped my head to hide and left the arcade.
As I started working again, I was thinking about what happened, feeling a big ashamed for the way I was feeling of enjoying it, even nothing happened. I should of listened to Kasumi to wear shorts under my skirt then this would of never happened.
I decided to get a part time job after school. There has been a few things I have been wanting to buy, but I just do not have the funds to purchase them. I looked at the help wanted section of daily paper and after reviewing all the part time jobs out there, I started to feel pretty useless as a person. I could not find any that I was qualified for. Most of the jobs requested at least 2 years previous experience.
I just don’t know how people can get experience when there is no job out there does not require experience. Determined, I circled about 15 ads that I thought I could do even though I did not qualify and then started
to make some phone calls. Call after call, the pleasant conversation would end when the employer found out I had no experience.
I was about ready to give up when my luck changed. The man at the other end of the phone said that not many people had responded to his ad about needing a part time maid, so he was going to allow me to interview for the job even though I did not have any experience.
The next day I took the bus to the richer side of the downtown. I arrived at a very tall building, I explained to the doorman why I was their and he gave me directions to the apartment I had indicated. I took the elevator to the top of the building, I had not realized he had lived in the penthouse. I crossed my fingers and knocked on the door. I well groomed man answered the door, I told him I was here for the maid job, he invited me in and we sat down in the living room.
He started to explain that he only needed a maid to come two times a week and ‘only’ for a few hours to straighten up the place and cook dinner for him. That this apartment was a secondary home for him closer
to his business, a place for him to sleep twice a week, in order to give himself a break from long commute to work. The rest of the time he would be driving two hours to his home and family. Then he asked me, “if that was alright with you, can you start tonight”?
I said “yes”, two days a week fit my schedule well especially since I was still in school. He lead me to the bedroom closet took out some clothing, handed them to me saying, “this is your uniform you can change
in the bathroom and then meet me in the kitchen”.
I quickly changed, eager to get started right away and impress my new employer. The maid outfit fit perfectly except the skirt, it was too short. I tried to pull it down some to cover more of my legs, but there
just was not enough material to pull down. Shyly I walked to the kitchen, I figured it would be ok to work in such a uniform, and as long as I did not bend over, no one would see my panties.
When I walked in the kitchen and saw him look, it felt more like he was staring at me. I felt my face get real hot, blushing I told him “I think the outfit is too small for me”. He replied, “nonsense, it is a perfect fit.” He quickly changed the subject giving me a tour of the kitchen. I then pulled some vegtibles from the frigerator asking him if he likes vegtible soup, he nodded then sat down. I then happily started my first day as a maid cooking dinner. Occationally I felt like I he was watching me, but when I would turn around, he would be busy reading a magazine. I think this will turn out to be a good after school job and I am probably over reacting about the uniform being too short, my employer seems to think it is normal. Wait till I tell Kasumi about getting a job.
The kichen that I took these snapshots can be found at the store Gemini Dream Designs.
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Once in a while I get sad, sometimes I know why I am sad, and other times I don’t. Usually a hug from a friend will makes things better, it just does, don’t need words or anything, but when you know some cares it makes a big difference. When I am sad and by myself sometimes if feels like the end of the world, even when in 1 hour I will be with a friend getting that hug. What do you do for those 60+ long minutes of sadness?
I will often go to the art museum and look around. The art museum close to our school offers free entrance to all students. The museum is very peaceful and quite, and I find my mind will focus on the art works that people have spent many hours painting.
My mind will drift off into the painting and I will breifly forget my sadness. It is a good place to go when you are sad, and soon I will find my mind settling down I have much more peace. And soon after I give my friend a call.
I got a phone call from Bozzak, the photographer who invited me to take pictures. He said he had shown the pictures he had taken around and had gotten “positive” feed back on them, one of them being from his contact with Victoria Secret. I could feel I was blushing as I said “Oh my god, really?”. He asked if I had thought anymore about it or if it was something I would consider doing. I told him I had fun and didn’t think anything would come from it, but now hearing that someone liked it, it is something I would like to try again. “Great” he said, “We can take some more pictures and prove it wasn’t just a fluke”. I laughed and said “Yea”.
He told me he had a small client that was looking to do a spread or an ad and figured if I was interested he would suggest me to them and see what they would say. He said it was a “win-win situation, since it would help both them and me out. With me being new, they wouldn’t need to pay as much as they would if they had a professional model work with them and would help me because I would be getting paid out if it”. I replied “Yeah, that would be great.” trying to hide my excitement that I know I didn’t do a good job at. He explained he would contact them and tell them about me, if they were ok with it, he asked if it would be ok if he set up an appointment for me to meet with them. I replied again “Yeah, that would be great also.” my heart started to race and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. He must have realized I was getting nervous again because he said I would have nothing to worry about when meeting them, that they had already chosen me and I would have to try and sell myself to them. He added that he would also be there and take on any of the hard questions they might have, but he doubted they would have any.
He explained a bit more about what to expect and what not to, then he said he would let me know how things went and would get back to me in a few days. After saying good-bye and hanging up the phone, I think got the biggest smile I had ever had in my life. I squealed out loud and said to myself, “I got to call the others!” picking up the phone as I began dialing.
I called the photographer and he said he was happy to hear from me. I told him I was still a bit nervous about doing this and he understood that. He said to make myself feel more comfortable, that I could choose the place to take the pictures and he would work from there as a starting point.
He also remembered that I mentioned about myself doing clothing design. He asked what types of things I have made or if I had anything available at the moment that I might want to wear while posing. Since this is a first time shoot, the chance of him getting something for me to wear from a client would be low without seeing a portfolio first. I told him I did and he believed for the first shoot we should do a few different types that I could even use in a portfolio if I wished to. He suggested something that was form fitting, a bathing suit and something “different” of my choice. I told him I had a tight fitting Tank Top, a Bikini and a Corset, if that was different enough. He replied that would be good, that for a portfolio, agencies and clients like to see the model, not an artistic picture where you are wearing Victorian Style clothing or something like that. It allows the clients to see what their clothing will be fitting on.
I decided on the clothes I was going to bring and a Club that I had been to a couple of times for the shoot. I figured it had dark lighting and would hide any flaws on my body. :p
I met him at the club the next day and was glad to see that he didn’t get too lost with the directions I had given him. So I forgot a turn or two… Ok, two, but at least he had GPS to help him out. After he talked to the club owner to get permission to take pictures inside, we got to work.
I felt awkward at first, I never really modeled before and to tell the truth, I hardly ever did the pose thing in front of the mirror at home either. While taking the pictures, I tripped a few of times walking down the ramp at the club, one time nearly falling flat on my face. Each time I looked up at him worried he was going to freak out on me shouting that I ruined the shot or something, but each time he looked back and smiled saying it happens to everyone. I guess he knew I was nervous and also I had no training, how could he not since part of his job is finding new models. Not everyone plans on going to modeling school right? I know I didn’t, but that Rocket Scientist thing just never worked out for me, beside I would only want to be one because every morning I would walk into work releasing an evil laugh… Muh, ha, Ha, HA!!!
After taking pictures with my Tank Top on, he suggested we try taking some in my Bikini and also down by the beach if I felt comfortable enough with him to ride in his car to get there. I figured in the back of my head, the club owner saw us together and everyone knows from watch shows like CSI, that if someone is going to do something to you, it is best not to be seen with the victim before hand. We packed up or things and I climbed into his Minivan. (Yes, I was thinking it was going to be a sports car too before I saw it.)
Down at the beach I changed into my Bikini inside the girl’s washroom and wrapped a towel around myself before coming back out. By this time he had set up his gear on the beach facing out towards the water. I asked where he wanted me as I held onto the towel in the slight breeze. He replied that he wanted me out in the water cause it will show in a portfolio, that I am willing to try different and challenging things. I wasn’t to sure what he meant by that, I mean I was just going to be standing their while he took pictures. Of course, once I tested the water with my toe, I realized it was cold and I let him know with an “Oh my goddess, that is cold” comment or something like that. He laughed saying “That is part of the challenge, being able to pose like there is nothing wrong while freezing you butt off. Well that and also the waves pushing into you, throwing you off balance. If we get a good shot out of this, trust me, clients will be impressed.”
He asked shall we get started and I said sure. I removed my towel and walked into the cold water now fully realizing and think to my self that they had better be impressed, because it is getting even colder the further out I go. Not only that, but once out there, there was a ledge or a severely sharp slop right behind where I was going to be standing. If I stepped too far back, I would be going under the water all the way to the top of my head, but luckily the waves pushing at my back, kept me from doing that.
I started to pose, if you can call it that, and felt even more nervous than at first. I mean how could I not, here I am posing in a Bikini, for a guy I had only just met a short time ago, standing on the edge of a big slop in freezing water, with parts of me screaming to get out, trying to take a few good shots. Crazy, I agree, but all in all, he said it went rather well and he thinks he got a few shots as he scanned through them on his camera. He called to me to come back in and that I could get dried off and changed again. Well, he didn’t have to ask twice. I ran back in, running past him, grabbing my towel off the ground and wrapping it around myself once again, all in one fluid motion as I bolted towards the warmth of the washroom to get changed.
I put my other pair of jeans on and then my Corset, for the next shots I was hoping to take in a nice warm place somewhere. Once I came out of the washroom, he had finished packing up his things and said shall we try the next one in the studio? The fact that he said “in the studio” and not “in my studio”, made me feel comfortable in doing so as it sounded more public or at least more business type. I shook my head yes and we once again climbed into his Minivan and drove off to the studio.
We arrived at the Studio and I was please that my thoughts were right, that it was a studio and not just his apartment or something. We got out of the Minivan and walked through the glass doors at the front. With a smile to the girl at the front desk, he led me towards the elevator and we took it up to the third floor. Once the doors opened, my mouth almost dropped, the floor was empty except for photography lightings, back drops and assorted camera equipment. He turned to me and said “Welcome to the studio”. I was still in shock of the size when I replied “Th…Thanks…” I asked him why it was so big that aren’t you just taking pictures of a person standing still and he let me know that, that wasn’t the case. He told me that that have taken pictures of Motorbikes in here, Cars, Trucks and even brought in an aquarium to take under water pictures of models in a controlled environment. He said, lets take a few more pictures be fore it gets too late and see if I can do something quick with them.
I started to pose again, this time feeling more at ease because of the surrounds I was in. I even played at thinking I was a real model and tried to do some head turns and things while posing. He took his shots and then walked to a computer at the desk calling me over to take a look. He asked me to sit down and watch. With a few quick clicks of the keyboard and flicks of the mouse, he took the pictures he just took of me and made a small ad. He then asked me for the name I would give the Corset and a name for a designer label or something. I told him Green Flower Corset (yes I know really original) and said KasRie for the name of the label. It was so cool seeing the things he did in Photoshop and even cooler since it was me in the picture. He said I could use the picture for an ad if I wanted to and gave me a copy on disc to use.
He looked down at his watch and let me know it was getting late and that I might want to be getting home before it got dark. As I stood up, I thanked him for the day and that if nothing came of it, at least I had fun. He said he was sure he got some good shots and would put something together to show around. If some showed some interest, he would give me a call.
With that, I gave him my phone number and headed on my way home thinking to myself that I think I was in the right spot at the right time.
One day after school I was goofing off at the mall and a guy came up to me and asked if he could talk to me. It really surprised me as he came over while I was attempting to do a handstand, causing me to flop over, landing on my butt and then needing to adjust my skirt embarrassed as he looked down at me. He said he had been watching me for a bit and had a feeling about me. Well, that really made me feel nervous.
He then said “Let me explain myself so I don’t make you feel like I am a pervert or anything”, he went on to explain that his name was Bozzak and he was a photographer. He said while he was watching me, he thought I would be able to take some nice pictures. He mentioned he had done some magazine spreads and even shot at a lot of fashion shows, with Victoria Secret being the last big one. That surprised me because as far as I know, that is strictly VIP invitation only for a lot of people including the photographers.
He knew he had attracted my attention and then said the one thing he would prefer is, if I had short hair. He explained that there are a lot of models out there with long hair, but short hair was something he felt worked the best. He felt since it is a lot harder covering up a lot of hair if you get hired to do a project that requires short or a bald cap, that it is easier to put a wig on to do one that requires long hair. He then suggested that I would look good with short hair and should give it a try. I told him I didn’t have any money to get a hair cut and even had to borrow money from a friend not too recently, even though she said it was a gift, to help with buying an AV Sewing Machine for my clothing design.
He told me he thought I would be able to make a lot of money doing some modeling and things like that. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out L$100 and held it out to me. He said “If you want to try taking some pictures and aren’t to spooked about this whole thing, take the money and go get a hair cut. If you decide not to, then you can keep the money for your time here, but if you do decide to, give me a call”. He then gave me his business card and the money and walked off after a nod of his head.
The next day at school I told Yumi about it and she said it sounded strange, but that stranger things do happen. She went on to say that she remembered having fun doing a model shoot with Spooky for a poster ad that Gin was going be posting up at the club for some Baggy Pants he had finished making.
I had thought about it all night long, things like what if I turned this down, I could be missing out on something big, something life changing. Then I also thought, what is this guy was a perv, I could be getting my self into trouble. It was so frustrating, not know what to do and it was all coming back to my head as I sat with Yumi, starting to give me a headache until she said “You know, you might look cute with short hair.”, well that was it, I decided I would cut my hair that night.
I did want to talk to Spooky about it, but she was home getting over being sick from the past few days and didn’t answer my calls until later that night, but by then it was too late for my hair. She came to school the next day to the surprise of me having short hair. She didn’t really seem to like my hair cut and said she liked it long; that now it looks like the hair dresser took garden shears to it. Well, she was close. I let her know that she was wrong about the hair dresser part and in fact that I cut it myself because that way I was able to keep the L$100 for myself instead of paying someone else to do it. As she rolled her eyes, she said “What am I going to do with you”.
I explained to her what had happened two days before at the mall and she was skeptical about it. I gave her my thoughts of “Look at all the people that have become famous just by being in the right spot at the right time”. She then said “Look at all the people that have been taken advantage of for being in the wrong spot at the wrong time”. I would like to say that I was right, but I also know she was too. One thing about me is, I am a big follower of the “House of What If”, as in “What if I do this, it could come out basically 2 ways, good or bad.”, this has either saved me many of times or set me back many. Right now I am thinking it could be good, since I am low on money, don’t have a car or a bike or even a scooter and this could bring in some extra cash that my clothes design isn’t.
I didn’t want to wait to much longer cause the thought that he might find someone else and have no need for me anymore also echoed in my head. So I made up my mind again.
I pulled out his card and decided to give him a call.
It has come Demon, the day of your demise.
You have no power over me child, you can not defeat me.
It is not my power that will return you to your prison, but the Light of a thousand souls.
You have no power and no means to gather such power.
I will not need to, only channel it. You have spent many millennia in you prison, concentrating so much on your escape, so much on the bad that have happened in this world, but not on the good. Not on the good that has come from the bad. You yourself have forgotten the words from the book of Deredru, foretelling your return and you demise.
You talk of the Light. The Light has left this world.
There you are wrong. A gathering of the Light of a thousand souls, in sorrow for the loss of ones that gave their lives. You paid heed only to the great wars that scarred this planet, that ended family lines, but not to the days that followed. Days where the losses were remembered, days called Remembrance Day, Veterans Day, Armistice Day, National Day and The Day of Peace in the Flanders Fields. This day is that day, the day of Light where not a thousand, but millions gather in sorrow to remember the ones who have been lost.
This can not be. Your gods have turned their backs on you, you can not do this.
They have not turned their backs on us, only given us more freedom to choose our paths. Some will turn down the wrong one, but more of us everyday day make the right choice and it is those that will keep us safe from you.
I can not believe.
That is why you have failed.
I awoke scared, surrounded by Nurses and a Doctor trying to comfort me. I was confused, not knowing what was going on. My heart ached with the feeling that Spooky was gone. What had I done, Spooky was one of my closest friends and I had killed her.
Just then, Spooky and Yumi came walking into the room, I could feel a tear roll down my cheek when I saw them. They both smiled and Yumi asked me how I was doing, I replied that I was feeling good, but didn’t know what was going on. Spooky told me they had not heard from me for some time and with my parents being away, they couldn’t ask them where I was. They had both come over to my place and found me lying on the floor of my bedroom where they then called an ambulance.
It turns out; the demon had tried to trick me to believe I had killed Spooky, her twisted thoughts painting a picture of Spooky lying dead in her own blood. The demons hold on me had not taken over me fully like she wanted me to believe; she was only set free on Halloween, but had not regained her powers. She needed me to give up and thought by showing me Spooky dead that the loss of a friend would weaken me, but it only made me stronger. My will to fight back grew with the thought that she could take more of my friend away from me. The demon has been returned and nobody knows about it, or they no longer know about it. I have trouble remembering the details of what has happened, past days drawing a blank in my memory. I don’t know if I am loosing what has happened or if it was even real, but for some reason I seem to remember something about a book. Maybe I should take a trip to the library and check something out to read.