Sunday, August 11, 2024
My dream job chapter 3
My dream job
Chapter 3
Mr. Johnson leans back in his chair, looking at me from head to exposed toes.
"Alyssa I enjoy gazing at your right foot, admiring its shape and form. Then I stare at your pink cast covering your broken leg, the length, the shape and how perfectly it followed your sexy long leg. From there, it can vary greatly depending on the person and the situation. Some women love having their healthy foot worshipped or massaged, while others prefer more daring acts...Like bondage or even pain I'm sorry to say."
As the sun begins to set over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the ship, I know that my life is about to take a drastically different turn. And I'm looking forward to every single moment of it.
Mr. Johnson, ever the perfect gentleman, helps me up to my right foot. I position my crutches, leaning on them for support.
"Thank you, Mr. Johnson," I say, my voice soft.
"Always a pleasure to assist, Alyssa and I look forward to seeing you again," he replies with a warm smile.
I lean in, and just before he leaves, I give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Take care," I whisper. As I start to walk away, my long leg cast leading the way, I can feel his gaze fixed on me. I glance back and catch him staring, his eyes following the rhythm of my crutches with a look of admiration.
With the new information that I got, I had spent the balance of the early evening researching ways to accentuate and showcase my leg and cast in outfits, eager to serve my new guests in the best possible way related to their own fetishes.
Later I stepped into the lavish VIP suite. I was wearing a stunning black dress that hugged my curves and accentuated my leg and. The dress had a thigh-high slit on the right side, showcasing my long right leg and partly drawing attention to my cast. I paired the dress with a black stiletto heel on my right foot, adding an air of confidence that I really didn't have yet on my crutches.
"Wow, Alyssa, you look absolutely stunning," remarked Sofia, one of my coworkers, who was standing by the large window overlooking the ocean. Her blonde hair cascaded down her voluptuous frame, and her green eyes sparkled as she took in my appearance.
"Thank you, Sofia. I wanted to make sure I looked my best," I replied, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.
"Well, I think you've certainly achieved that goal," she said with a warm smile. "Now, don't forget to maintain that same level of confidence and sensuality throughout your interactions with your VIP guests, male or female. It's all part of the experience."
"I won't," I assured her, straightening my posture on my crutches and taking a deep breath to steady my nerves.
A soft knock on the door signalled the arrival of my new VIP guest. I felt my heart rate quicken as I smoothed down the front of my dress and made my way carefully on my 4 inch heel and crutches towards the door.
As I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of a tall, elegant woman in her early forties. She had dark brown skin, piercing dark brown eyes, and a mane of thick, black hair that fell just past her shoulders. Her body was lean and toned, her crippled legs were in modern-looking slim plastic braces that were attached to Italian high heels shoes. Her legs were synchronized for each step she took as she leaned heavily on two forearm crutches.
"Hello, Alyssa. I'm Ms. Clarke," she introduced herself with a sultry voice, her gaze travelling down the length of my body. "And I must say, you are every bit as beautiful as your photos suggested."
"Thank you, Ms. Clarke, do I call you Princess Elize?" I replied, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over me. She said photos? When and where were they taken? "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, princess."
"Please, no princess, call me Elize," she insisted with a coy smile, her eyes lingering on the small part of my cast that was visible beneath the dress. It felt like a tantalizing teaser to her before her gaze travelled back up to meet mine.
The dress's long slit on the right side offered a perfect view of my strong, elegant leg and high heel, while the cast on my left leg remained mostly hidden under the fabric. Only the casted foot and exposed toes peeked out, creating an intriguing contrast. The combination seemed to captivate Elize, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and sexual desire.
As I led her into the suite, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal at the thought of her dominating nature that I had read about, even if I knew that without the long leg braces and her crutches...she was partly paralyzed and unable to walk. It was an entirely new experience for me, and I found myself growing more and more attracted to her and wondered what the future held for us.
Our conversation flowed effortlessly, we quickly realized that we shared interests in dance. Before her accident that led to her braces and crutches she was a dancer in Vegas. She explained how she had always been drawn to women with strong, shapely legs and how she found the idea to spend time on this cruise with a woman also using crutches with a broken leg particularly arousing.
"Fascinating, to be honest I really didn't know about sexual attraction toward leg casts and crutches" I said, feeling a tingle of excitement between my legs, maybe even wetness at the thought of exploring this new side of myself.
Her movements were mesmerizing as she slid her legs with her braces and crutches, each step deliberate and partly out of control. Her eyes never left me, and I could feel the intensity of her stare, especially when she watched me walk away on my crutches with my long pink cast leading the way.
Her eyes darkened with sexual desire as she took a step closer to me with her leg brace coming in contact with my cast, plastic again fibreglass, her gaze locked onto mine. "Would you be open to exploring this fetish with me, Alyssa?" she asked, her voice hesitant.
I hesitated for a very short moment, excitement coursing through my veins for playing with this lovely woman and... it was my job...more or less. But ultimately, I found myself drawn to the idea of submitting to Elize's desires.
"Yes, I'd like that."
Elize's movements were mesmerising as she moved with her braces and crutches, each step deliberate and controlled. Her eyes never left me, and I could feel the intensity of her stare, especially when she watched me walk away, my cast leading the way.
She carefully moved to the sofa, sliding in and controlling her crippled legs as she unlocked the joints of her long leg braces. With practised ease, she sat down, her braces still supporting her legs but allowing her to bend them slightly. I joined her, settling beside her on the plush cushions dropping my own crutches to the floor. Gently, I lifted my broken leg and placed my cast on her braced thighs. Elize's braces provided a sturdy platform, her eyes sparkled with surprise.
Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she reached out to trace her fingers along the length of my long pink cast, starting above my knee and slowly working her way towards my ankle and foot.
"You have such a beautiful leg and cast, Alyssa," she murmured, her breath hot against my toes. "Imagine if your cast was off and I was exploring every inch of your broken leg."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as she continued her slow, deliberate exploration of my leg. Her touch was gentle and I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of sexual arousal building within me thinking of my broken tibia and fibula exposed to her lips.
As Elize reached my cast-covered ankle, she...
My dream job
Chapter 4 to come
K
Saturday, August 10, 2024
Friday, August 9, 2024
My dream job chapter 2
My dream job
Chapter 2
My phone blares, jolting me awake. With a groan, I reach over to silence it. Today is the day I start my new job on the cruise ship. My test period is for 10 days since nobody is convinced that our VIP's will be impressed with my leg cast and crutches except one person..
As I throw off the covers and sit up, I can't help but feel a pang of sadness. I had been so excited to dance on the cruise ship, but now, all I can think about is how much it hurts to have my dreams crushed by a broken tibia and fibula.
I take a deep breath and remind myself that this new opportunity might not have been what I'd planned, but it could still be a lot of fun. I slid my long cast off the bed and grabbed my crutches, made my way to the bathroom and started getting ready for the day.
I scrutinize my reflection in the mirror, immediately noticing how my crutches compress my breasts. Interesting. Determined to look my best today, even with my leg in a cast, I carefully applied my makeup. I chose a vibrant pink lipstick to match my cast, wanting to add a pop of colour and confidence to my look.
For my first day at sea, I decided to wear an outfit that combines style and comfort. I selected a comfortable skirt and blouse that highlighted my legs...well my leg and long pink cast to be exact. To complete the look, I opt for a stylish but low-heeled shoe, ensuring I can move around with ease on my crutches. I'm ready for my first day.
After gathering my things, I head out to catch my ride to the cruise ship. As I stand outside my apartment building, waiting for the taxi to arrive, I can't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement leaning on my crutches. This is the beginning of a whole new chapter in my life.
The taxi pulls up, the driver grabs my suitcase, and I climb in, wincing slightly as I adjust my broken leg on the seat. The driver glances back at me, offering a sympathetic smile.
"Heading out on your first day since breaking it, eh?" he asks, gesturing towards my broken leg.
"Yes, something like that," I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel while rubbing my cast.
We start making our way towards the port, and I find myself lost in thought. I think back to the night I met Mistress Barbara, a night filled with passion and excitement. I wonder if I'll ever see her again, or if our intense connection was just a fleeting moment, one of many for her.
My thoughts are interrupted as we arrive at the cruise ship. I take a deep breath and prepare myself for whatever this new adventure might have in store for me. As I make my way onto the ship, I'm struck by the sheer opulence of it all. The gleaming white hull, the polished wooden decks, and the sparkling crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, it's like stepping into another world entirely.
A member of the crew approaches me unable not to stare at my long pink cast, introducing himself as the VIP group leader. He leads me through the ship, showing me where I'll be spending most of my time, the VIP lounge.
"This is where you'll be meeting your guests for the duration of their stay," he explains, gesturing towards a lavishly decorated room. I nod, taking it all in. The room is filled with plush sofas, crystal glasses sparkling on a mirrored bar, and walls adorned with original artwork. It's the epitome of luxury, sophistication and money.
"Now, for your first assignment," the group leader continues, consulting his clipboard. "You'll be spending time with Mr. Johnson. He's a single man with a particularly unique interest."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what might that be?"
The group leader clears his throat, looking slightly embarrassed. "Well, it's a foot and shoe... fetish, to be exact."
I can't help but burst out laughing. Leave it to me to get paired up with someone who has a thing for feet and shoes. At least it'll be something different to keep things interesting and I seriously hope he will be happy with seeing just one foot.
"Alright, I guess I'll just have to hope my one shoe looks good enough for him and that he doesn't mind my broken leg" I say, trying to sound lighthearted about the whole thing.
"You'll find that our guests...secretly... have a wide range of preferences and fetishes," the group leader explains. "It's all part of the unique experience we offer here on our adult-only cruises and let's be honest that's why you kept your job since you clearly can't dance on crutches." As he speaks, I realize that this new role of mine could actually be a lot more intriguing than I'd initially thought. Curiosity piques as I ponder what the rest of my first assignments will entail.
Later that afternoon, I find myself sitting across from Mr. Johnson in the ship's beautifully top deck reserved for VIP's. My full leg cast on my left leg stretches out in front of me, propped up on a cushioned stool with my toes exposed. My crutches rest against the side of the bench. Mr. Johnson, a charming man in his late 40s with piercing blue eyes and a perfectly trimmed brown beard, can't help but let his gaze linger on my broken leg.
His eyes flicker between my cast, my face and my healthy foot, sympathy is evident in his expression. "I must say, Alyssa," he begins, "you're handling this quite gracefully, I was told that you were suppose to be a dancer on the ship and broke your poor leg"
"Yes that's right and thank you, Mr. Johnson," I reply, shifting my broken leg slightly to get more comfortable. "I'm trying to make the best of it." I said sliding my nails along my pink cast.
He smiles warmly, his eyes finally meeting mine. "I think you are a perfect fit for this and you'll find this new role to be quite rewarding. And who knows, it might lead to some unexpected opportunities." I nod, feeling a curious sense of excitement about what type of opportunities?.
"So, Alyssa," he says, placing his hands on the foot portion of my cast, caressing my exposed toes slightly. "Tell me, do you have a particular interest in fashion and footwear?"
I raise an eyebrow, both surprised by his bold action of rubbing my exposed toes and amused by his question. "Well, I do love clothes and sexy shoes," I admit, glancing down at my crutches with a smirk. "To be honest sir I never would have thought that high heeled shoes could be the focus of someone's sexual desires while the woman in question is on crutches like I will be for a long time."
Mr. Johnson smiles, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Believe it or not, the look and feel of a single shoe and foot can be incredibly erotic for some people. The curve and line, the texture and colour, the height of the heel... they all play a part in stimulating our sexual senses in a very unique way...Even more when the young lady has a lovely broken leg and is using crutches."
I find myself intrigued by his words, I had heard of sexual fetishes but not of combining one injury and a fetish. "So, how exactly does this fetish of yours work? What do you typically enjoy doing with someone's foot and broken leg?"
"Well, Alyssa," Mr. Johnson says, his voice low and husky as he looks at me with a hunger in his eyes. "How about I show you instead of telling you?" He reaches out and gently lifts my cast in his hands, his fingers tracing over the pink surface before settling on my exposed toes.
I gasp as I feel his warm breath on my skin, my heart racing in my chest. "Mr. Johnson," I stammer, unsure of what to say or do.
"Shh, it's okay," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my toes. "Just relax and let me show you how erotic this can be."
With his other hand, he begins to caress the leather of my low heel pump on my healthy foot, tracing the curves and lines of the shoe with his fingers slowly. "Mmm, you have excellent taste in footwear, Alyssa," he says, his eyes never leaving my foot. "The shape of this heel, the way it accentuates your arch... it's quite arousing." He says before going back to my broken leg.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, surrendering myself to the sensation of his tongue swirling around my exposed toes, his lips kissing and sucking on each one. I can't help but moan as he licks and nibbles on the sensitive skin, my body responding to his touch in ways I never thought possible while at the time feeling some pain in my broken leg.
"Do you like that, Alyssa?" he asks.
"Yes," I whisper, my voice trembling with pleasure. "It feels so good."
"I'm glad, I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you on those crutches in that long and sexy medical cast my dear earlier."
I open my eyes and look at him, my breath hitching in my throat as I see the sexual desire burning in his gaze and the words from the cruise line representative come back to my mind...
"Your broken leg, cast, and crutches will actually be an attraction with some of our guests,"
Now I knew exactly what she met... A sexual attraction...
My dream job
Chapter 3 to come
K
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