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Chapter 1 - The Advert
‘Damn’ Janine put down the paper, yet again, there was no jobs that she deemed herself suitable for.
To make it worse, the rent was due in less than two weeks and she had no money to pay it. ‘Shit’ she muttered. ‘There’s got to be something’ She picked up the paper again and flicked through the pages. Moving from the Jobs section she read across to the small ads.
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‘Well; even if there’s not a job I might as well see what people are selling. I might find a cheap bargain and sell it for a profit’ that brought a smile to her face. Pretty, with dark brown hair that fell in curls into a ponytail to keep it out of her way. Carrying on reading, that’s where she saw the advert. ‘Wanted, Female model for discreet work; excellent pay’
She read the advert again, Hmm. That could be quite good. I might be able to use this as a springboard for a modelling career. At least it will save me from this crap university course. Excellent pay, Well it probably means topless. I can handle that and it will save me getting kicked out of this house. And if the fella turns out to be schmuck, well I can always leave. It’s not a problem.
With that, she jotted the number down, and went to use the phone.
It took a few rings before the phone was answered.
‘Hello’ came the reply
‘Ah hello, I’m phoning regarding the advert you’ve placed in the paper regarding the modelling job?’
‘Yes, I presume you are interested in the position.. Tell you what, rather than talking this through over the phone, why not come down to my studio tomorrow. We can discuss the position. My name by the way is Sam Townsend. The voice on the line said.
‘Okay’ replied Janine. She took the address and the time she should go to the studio. Put the phone down. ‘Yeah, I’ve got a job!!’ she said to no one in particular.
The studio
Morning arrived as Janine got up out of bed. Looking at her bedside clock she knew her housemates would have gone to college already. She got into the shower, and chose her clothes.
‘What to wear?’ she mumbled, not having gone to a model shoot before she had no idea what to wear. Looking through her wardrobe she had plenty to choose from. She settled on a pair of tight fitting jeans that hugged her body well. She picked out a figure hugging t-shirt to match. Looking at herself in the mirror She liked what she saw. The t-shirt showed her breasts off well. Not too big yet good to be handful. The jeans helped accentuate her bum too. Looking like this, the job was already hers, she thought. She applied her make-up grabbed her keys and set off for the address Sam had given her.
Arriving just after 10:30 she glanced at her watch. ‘A little late but it doesn’t matter’ She rang the buzzer on the intercom and waited. Sam’s voice answered.
‘Oh hi, Its Janine Sanderson here, We spoke on the phone yesterday’
With that the door un-latched itself, and Sam answered ‘Please come up, It on the first floor; Second door on the right.’
Janine pushed the door open and walked in. Ahead was the stairs, which she climbed and saw the door Sam had mentioned. As she took a few steps forwards, the door opened and a man stepped out and smiled at her. ‘Janine, hi. I’m Sam, Glad to see you., wont you come in’
She stepped into the studio and found herself slightly un-impressed. She had the notion that the studio would be set up just for photography with numerous photos on the wall. Instead was a sedate room, whilst large. That seemed to ooze relaxation. Sam motioned her to a seat and offered her a drink. She accepted a coffee and took in the room some more as Sam busied himself in the kitchen.
In the corner of room, was a large white towelling running vertically up the wall, This she presumed was a photographers work place.
Sam returned and offered her a cup. They started making small talk, whilst Janine was able to settle herself in. ‘Well, he seems alright’ quite friendly in fact’ Janine thought. She was about half way through the cup when the topic of conversation turned to the job.
Janine tried to keep one step of the questions, trying to answer so it would give her the best chance of the job, she didn’t know how many people would also have answered the advert. At the end of the day, It was the money she needed, without it, she was out of her house, probably out of the university course, and most likely back living with her parents. Can’t let that happen, there’s no way I’m moving back in with my parents. At 23, she felt herself to old and used to her own life to go back to her parents.
Her thinking had made her missed a good part of what Sam was saying, she snapped her attention back, and continued listening to Sam.
‘Well, it requires you to sign a contract, and then we can begin shooting in about 2 weeks.’ The money involved is quite rewarding, I shall be paying you 1000 Pounds per month.’
With that, Janine sank back into her thoughts. 1000 Pounds; I can easily afford to pay the rent with that, not to mention have plenty left over. She was now even more determined to have this job.
‘So that would be the preliminaries over with. Would that sound acceptable to you?’ Sam asked. ‘Yes’ was the reply so sudden it caught Sam off guard slightly.
‘Okay then, I’ll just go get the contract for you to sign, then we can begin taking your measurements’
Measurements? Janine thought; ah well, its probably normal for modelling work. After all, they need o know details about the model.
Sam returned with the contract, ‘You may wish to look it over, Its non-negotiable’ handing Janine a pen. She took the pen, reading the first few lines and then looked down the area where shed sign. She quickly signed her name and thought, Yes I’m finally in the money!
Sam took the contract, signed his name where it should go, and gave the bottom half to Janine. She folded it and put it in her jeans pocket. ‘Right lets get you measured’ said Sam, motioning Janine over to the corner, where his equipment was set up. On Sam’s asking, she began to strip. She was slow to do, becoming nervous. What if this was all a ploy to get me here, then rape me. Oh God, what have I done? Then she thought about the money, and the fact this was modelling. She would have to be naked, especially for the money involved. She took her top off first, then her bra. As she did, Sam came over with a measuring tape. And began taking measurements, around her neck. Her bust, her waist; he then continued downwards after Janine had removed the rest of her clothes.
She stood there, eyes closed wondering what she was doing. Here she was in a strange room, with a man she didn’t know, with him measuring every part of her body. She felt his hands over her body. The tape wrapped round on thigh, then the other, She began to worry and was about to protest when the tape ran between her legs, pulled taut and slightly splitting her lips there. She wavered slightly but notice that his hands didn’t venture anywhere near. She relaxed more as Sam moved away, finished making his noted and motioned Janine to get dressed again.
When she finished dressing, she sat with Sam again, another cup of coffee was offered which she accepted. Much more relaxed with him now, they continued to converse with chitchat; They continued talking and Janine brought up the subject of her ‘slight’ financial problems. On hearing of her problems with paying her rent, Janine also realised that if she didn’t have a house, She wouldn’t be able to stay to be able to model for him. Sam too, had realized this and had offered to pay the rent himself. Janine could then pay him back through the money she earned. This agreed, Janine’s worries seemed to disappear until she noticed the time. It was just after 2:00 and she had a lecture at 3:00; she may not have liked her course but her attendance had been poor she had been threatened to be expelled; She couldn’t afford to miss lectures needlessly. She said her thanks to Sam, and said goodbye.
Her money worries over she, happily made her way to university and for once was able to concentrate on the lecture.
Chapter 2 - The Debt
A week and a half had passed since Janine had been to Sam's and been measured. The contract that Sam had given, she had put in her pocket where it stayed when she had gotten home, and there it had stayed until she did her laundry. Picking up her clothes, she placed them into a black bag without checking any pockets first. She had taken then into the kitchen and emptied the bag into the drum. Without a second thought, she turned the washing machine on.
Even when she emptied the washer, she didn't remember the contract. When she had pulled the clothes out of the washer to find lots of mashed paper she didn't realise, In the end, she took her clothes out, scraped of as much of the paper as she could, and put them back in for another wash. In truth she couldn't figure out what she had put in her pockets, but she promised her self she'd check in future.
Her rent was due in two days now, Sam had said he would lend her the money; he still hadn't come up with it. He had given him her bank number so he could send it electronically, She had checked the account the last few days and it wasn't there. She decided, she would have to phone him.
She fished his number from her diary; a flimsy book that held more loose pages then it did attached. Dialling the number she waited for his reply. After four rings the answer phone kicked in, she waited out the message, thinking how should she put this. `Hi Sam about that money.' No that wouldn't work; `Sam, that money you offered to lend me.' Even less.
Then it struck her, just in time. `Hi Sam, It Janine Sanderson here, Just phoning to check that were still meeting on Monday? Can you ring if not? By the way, I hate to bring this up, but the money you offered to lend me for the rent. Well its due on Friday, and I'm getting a little panicky, Could you give me a ring back, Thanks.'
And that was that, she thought. Nicely put about the money and mentioning the job had been great. She really hoped he'd come through with the money, with the certainty of 1000 Pounds every month she'd been out and bought some new clothes on credit. Then it occurred to her, why was it paying monthly? Surely it should be for the shoot only, or the pictures? She pondered this over until she figured it must be some kind of exclusivity contract. This put her mind at ease. Maybe its to make sure I cant move photographers, They do the same with pop bands.
It was evening when Sam returned her call. Yes, the money had been transferred to her account, It will be there for Friday, and he was ready for Monday. With a little extra chat, they finished the call and Janine went back to watching TV with her housemates.
The Fitting
Monday morning arrived, Janine work up early to get herself ready. She had showered as the first of her housemates had started to get up. They joked they had never seen her up so early. Normally they only see her up at this time if she'd been at an all night party and was just getting home. She laughed their jokes aside, having already told them about the modelling job, they knew she would have gotten up early. She looked at what to wear, having picked the clothes out the night before and got dressed. A light blue halter-top that showed a lot of cleavage and plenty of midriff; pulled on a pair of black tights and then a matching blue skirt that stopped about mid way down her thighs.
She applied her make up and curled her hair so it ran down each side of face framing her. She looked in the mirror knowing that she looked spectacular. `Naked or not, at least Ill look good.' She thought to herself. Shouting goodbye to her housemates, she then left for Sam's. She arrived at his studio a little after 9:00, He let her in and they talked for a while. Relaxed; they then went to begin the shoot. Janine wasn't too sure what was expected of her, She'd never performed any modelling before and was a little surprised when Sam went into another room and returned with a box.
She looked puzzled and Sam opened the box and started removing metal objects from it. `What are they for?' she asked.
Sam looked at her puzzled and replied, `Your going to be wearing them, do you want to start getting undressed?'
`What do you mean `wearing' them' she replied, a little unsure.
`Well this job is advertising for a fetish company, that manufactures and sells chastity belts and accessories. We went through this two weeks ago when I measured you. You cant pull out now.' he said.
`Well, I'm not sure, I didn't think it involved this'
`You agreed to it, and you've signed the contract, you can't pull out. It would be a shame if I would have to collect on the money and the contract'
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That last sentence caught Janine completely. Shit, I hadn't thought. If I don't wear this, he'll want the money and probably sue me for breaking the contract. Thinking quickly, she tried to think of ways out of this, The rent had already been paid by Sam, her credit card bills where due. Even if there was a way to break the contract she certainly couldn't afford a solicitor to do so. Realising there was no way out; she consented and began to remove her top.
As Sam pulled the metal contraptions out of the box, Janine noticed there seems to be an awful lot of it.
The first thing Sam did was to slip a metal collar around her neck. About an inch in height, It had four chains that drooped from it, the click as the key turned, showed it was locked.
The next part looked very strange to Janine but she figured out what it was before Sam had placed it around her chest. She held the cups of the metal bra as Sam adjusted it so that it fit perfectly.
He then went back to the box and returned with the chastity belt. She helped him glide the metal parts through her legs. Strangely she noticed, that the belt had a number of chains from it. Counting them, there was six, She had already worked out that the chains from the collar would attach to the bra, so four of these chains would meet the bra too, but she couldn't quite guess what the other two where for.
Once the belt was correctly placed around Janine he used another key to lock the belt.
He then threaded each of the chains up meet up with the bra and also with it opposing chain then locked each chain together with the bra using a padlock.
Whilst Sam was busying himself with connecting the four chains together she had chance to look at herself in the mirror. She was shocked and amazed. Her breasts had been transformed into two silver spheres of metal, It appeared that they had grown in bust size too. Well, they would have done with metal surrounding them she mused. Lifting one hand to feel her new breasts, she was shocked to be unable to feel them. Well she could feel metal but her breasts couldn't feel a thing. Her eyes moved down to the belt.
An inch wide belt ran round her waist, seemingly tight against her skin but relatively comfortable. From the centre of the front, a piece of metal ran down between her legs. A rotary style lock on the belt where the two met kept the pieces together. The piece that ran between her legs started at about an inch and a half at the top then began to round out before it reached the start of her vagina. She looked surprised at this and noticed there was a slot that ran between her legs.
She had noticed the two other chains hanging from the sides of the belt and was going to ask Sam what they where for when he came back with two other rings, similar to collar, with he placed and locked around the middle of her thighs. Attaching the two chains the to the outside of the thigh bands using padlocks, he went to return to the box. As he went Janine took the opportunity to check the thigh bands. She attempted to move them, but they were tightly placed around her thighs. They dug in but not painfully. Sam had returned with a 3 inch chain which he then proceeded to lock to the inside of each of the thigh bands.
He stepped away, admiring the work `Well, What do you think?' He said.
Chapter 3 - The Shoot
Sam left Janine for a few moments whilst she got used to her new adornments. He picked up the keys he had used, clipped them to a key ring and put them in his back pocket.
`Well.?' he left for Janine to finish.
Janine however was completely engrossed in herself. She couldn't believe what she was wearing, The shiny metal looked good, she moved her hand down to the belt, She couldn't feel a thing, just the clean finish of the steel. Placing her fingers over the slit in the belt, she could feel her lips trying to squeeze through. Following the front curve of the metal that passed between her legs, it split into two separate chains that attached to the back of the belt. The chains where tight; her sex was completely withheld within its new confines. She noticed Sam watching her, and must have appear slightly embarrassed.
`It's okay.' he said, `you may find that if you walk around a little, you'll fit the belt better'.
She nodded at that and started to walk. Well she tried to walk. The chain between her legs prevented her from taking a normal step. She stumbled slightly as her legs refused to stretch normally and resigned her self to taking smaller steps. Sam was right. As she walked her lips moved to find their most comfortable positions within its new prison.
`Shall we get started then?' Sam enquired.
`Erm. yes' replied Janine, `but I'm not too sure, how do I go about modelling this?'
`You'll be fine' answered Sam, preparing his camera adjustments for the lighting.
They continued for a few hours with Janine posing in various ways; from a look of excitement over the belt and bra to a look of horror about them, and to a deprived look of knowing she'll be unable to have sex until she's released.
Eventually it was Sam who said he had enough pictures. On the table nearby where about a dozen of film rolls. `That was marvellous' he said to Janine; `I'll just start developing these in the dark room. That'll do for the modelling today; feel free to get dressed. Please stay for a coffee if you want. I'll just be about 15 minutes' with that he slipped into another room leaving Janine alone.
She looked about for a moment, then went over to where her clothes where hung up. She realised that she was wearing the belt and bra. `Well I'll have to take these off first' she thought. She looked first at the belt and tried pushing down, but it wouldn't budge. The steel wasn't wide enough to go over her hips, and the chains connecting the belt to the bra wouldn't have allowed much movement anyway. She tried moving the bra next, but that too wouldn't move. The collar too was padlocked on and wouldn't come off without the key. She glanced about the room looking for the keys but couldn't find them.
She went over to the door when Sam had gone in and tried the handle, locked. She knocked on the door and called out for Sam.
He answered back.
`Sam, Where are the keys for the belt and stuff?' she asked through the door.
It was a slight moment before Sam answered her, instead, he answered back asking her to put the kettle on, and he'd be out in 5 minutes.
Well that's not much of an answer, she thought. But nevertheless went over to the kitchen and plugged the kettle in. She caught sight of herself in the mirror as she was there. She stood momentarily looking at herself. She moved one hand down to the band of metal that passed between her legs, all she felt was the cold, hard steel. She felt the small slit that ran down the centre of the steel, and tried touching through that. Nothing. It was too small to get her fingers through. `God, Id hate to be wearing this permanently, you wouldn't get any excitement' she thought to herself as a slight smile came to her face. She moved her hand upwards and came to her breasts. Now entirely covered in two spheres of steel. The orbs where so tight to her chest that she couldn't get a slight part of her fingers underneath. Moving her hands over the orbs, she found they where almost a completely smooth semi-circle. She heard the door across the room being opened and quickly pulled her hands away. The kettle was almost boiled so she gathered two cups and made the coffee for the two of them.
They both settled into the sofa, Janine found herself wondering how funny she must look, sitting with nothing but the metal underwear and drinking coffee. So it was Janine who quickly said `Sam, Where are the keys for this?'
Sam waited for a moment, then answered more slowly than normal `Janine, you read the contract right? I said all this when you first came here. You know that you have to wear this for 12 months. I can't unlock it. I've got an agreement with the makers about this too.'
Janine looked at Sam in shock; `No. No, you cant. I didn't know, I want this off; now' her voice beginning to rise in volume.
`There's nothing I can do. You haven't read the contract have you? If I remove them, I'll be sued by the makers as well as them suing you. I'm sorry' He said, almost apologetically. `I'm not willing to have that happen to me'.
`Well, give me the keys and I'll unlock it, that way you wont have done so.' She said thinking. `But I didn't read the contract; I didn't know, Its not fair' Her voice now wavering as panic began to seep over her.
Sam got up from the sofa, went over to a drawer, opened it and removed the contract, then passed it to Janine. `Its all in here, you've signed it, I know it sounds harsh but there really is nothing I can do.'
Janine went quiet as she stared at the contract. She began to read through it, and became more and more horrified as she continued reading it. `Shit, I signed this?' she asked without needing to, her signature was indeed at the bottom of the contract. `There's got to be something I can do. I'll call the makers. The number and address of the manufactures where on the contract. `Can I have a copy of this?' she asked Sam.
`Okay' he said, `Ill get a photocopy of it for you.'
Resigned to her fate, Janine realised there was nothing she could at the moment, she would have to continue to wear everything. `I think Id best get dressed' she said quietly.
She went over to where her clothes were, and took the pair of tights she had worn when she first came. She then realised a major problem. The chain attached to the thigh bands firstly prevented her from moving her legs apart to get her foot into the tights, but when she pulled them up. The chain prevented her from pulling them up to her crotch. Realising this, she took them off. She thought about asking just to have this chain removed but she knew Sam wouldn't do it. She ignored the panties, knowing she wouldn't be able to wear them either, and pulled on her skirt. She then pulled on the top, and again realised shed have another problem.
The chains that connected the bra to the belt where on show, as was the collar and the chains there. She couldn't go home wearing this. She asked Sam if he had some spare clothes she could borrow; fortunately he did, so she pulled a turtleneck sweater on. Looking herself in the mirror, her new underwear was hidden pretty well. The lines of the thigh bands showed in the skirt as she walked; but she could manage that. The bra, belt and collar where hidden by the turtleneck sweater.
Sam said he'd post the contract to her, she had little choice but to agree, they said their goodbyes, and she left.
Chapter 4 - Dispair
Janine left Sam's studio feeling despair. It wasn't bad enough that she was still wearing the belt & bra, but she could also be wearing it for the next 12 months. `Damn, how could I be so stupid, I didn't even bother to read the sodding contract' She muttered to herself. With the chain between her legs reducing the length of her strides, she was reduced to taking smaller steps, so she was going to get home later than she would have expected. She passed a bus stop, where she knew she could catch a bus home that would be quicker for her. So, she waited for the bus.
After about 10 minutes it turned up and Janine had another shock. The bus had a step about a foot from the ground. She tried to lift her leg to get on but the chain prevented her. Worse, her skirt rode up her leg exposing the metal band for everyone to see. Things where going from bad to worse, she turned and tried to run, the chain again stopped her, and she stumbled slightly. She managed to compose herself, and started to walk home as quickly as she was now able.
She reached her home about 5 in the evening, and went up to her room, ignoring her housemates. She immediately took off her clothes and tried again to see if there was anyway to remove the underwear. After about 30 minutes she gave up. She hadn't been able to budge anything in the slightest. She flopped down on her bed and lay there. Her hand went to her crotch to try and stimulate herself somehow, She tried prying her fingers beneath the metal, at the slot, in the end she settled on pounding it with her fist. She couldn't feel anything through the steel and the chain from the thigh bands prevented her from spreading her legs to try and work her fingers under the seal. In frustration she was pounding it just to relieve her anger and to try and make feelings known.
Suddenly there was a knock at her door. Shit, one of her housemates probably heard her coming in and wanting to see how the modelling went. `Well I cant let me see me like this' She got up from the bed, the chains running down her back being pulled taut and causing her problems as she leaned forwards. She quickly pulled on the skirt and the sweater. Checking herself in the mirror, there was no sign of what she was wearing underneath, so she went to the door.
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Outside was Margi, a smile on her face; she almost barged in the room whilst asking how the day went. She took a place on the bed and waited for Janine to start.
She felt scared at first, She couldn't tell her what really happened, could she? If everything went as she planned, she'd call the manufacturers, explain what happened, then they'd unlock everything. No one need know. So she made the main part up, saying it was for glamour modelling, it was quite fun but she didn't think she'd do it again. She hoped that would keep Margi quiet for a bit, `WOW' replied Margi, `They're paying you so much for that, I thought there'd be some sort of catch but you've hit the big time. We should all go out tonight to celebrate.'
That one got Janine, She tried to think of a way out. There was no way she could go. It usually meant a nightclub where she usually wore short skirts and even smaller tops. That was completely out the window now. `Ah. not really, I'm pretty tired, maybe some other day' she replied.
Margi wasn't going to let it go without a fight and tried to cajole her into agreeing. Eventually she gave up, thinking if the rest of the house where going out, then Janine would fall in line and go out too.
Janine was left alone in her room again, she was naked again looking at herself in the mirror; Well almost naked; she half laughed. She was trying to think of a way to hide herself. She knew that Margi would get everyone to pester her about going out. She had to do something to try and hide her metal underwear. She went through her tops first, trying to find something that would hide the collar and the chains as well as reducing her metallic breasts. As it was, she couldn't find anything that covered the chains. They where plainly visible through her clothes; as where the chains that ran from the bra to the belt. Her increased bust size would not doubt be noticed by her house mates too, There was no way she could reduce the size of the cups however. In the end, she was able to hide the body chains by wear a basque under a top, but it still left a problem with the collar and the chains connected. Even with the basque her metallic breasts looked noticeably different. They where noticeably round and the cups where stretched to accommodate her breasts. There was little she could about that. She covered the collar and its chains by wearing a light scarf around her neck and draped over the front chains. She would have to hope that no one noticed the chains on the back. She wore a long flowing skirt, that didn't show anything untoward underneath. Knowing she couldn't wear tights or panties bothered her, but there was nothing she was able to do about it. She considered wearing stockings but decided against it. Having decided that she could wear clothes should she be forced out later, she changed clothes into more casual clothes.
She tried to wear a tracksuit that she often wore to laze around in, but again the thigh chain prevented her pulling the pants all the way up. They would pull up due to the stretchy material but it was obvious that there was something between her legs; the join of the pant legs connected about half way up her thighs. She could only laugh when she saw herself in the mirror, and began to hope that MC Hammer's dress sense would come back in fashion.
She tried to spend the rest of the evening in her room, trying to avoid her housemates. Unfortunately, it didn't do much. Her four other housemates came knocking at various parts to see how her day went. She hoped that she hid herself well, no one had mentioned anything. Then at about 8.00, it happened. The four others in the house came looking for her trying to make come out. She tried declining but she knew that they wouldn't give in. She had already picked her clothes out, so eventually she had to agree. The four others separated themselves to get changed themselves, and Janine also began to get changed.
It took her about half an hour and after she had checked in the mirror she thought she could manage the night without her friends finding out. She walked from her room down the stairs to the lounge. Again she had problems with the chain between her legs as she couldn't properly walk down the stairs, she managed to get round this by bending one leg whilst moving the other leg forwards and down. It made slow work of the stairs and she was glad there was no one watching. She was first to have gotten ready and there was no one else in the lounge, so she took her place on the sofa, turned the TV on and waited.
Margi was the first to appear. Wearing the standard short skirt that she normally wore, she was guaranteed to pull tonight. Noticing how Janine was dressed, she looked a bit puzzled. `Not dressing up tonight?' she inquired.
`Ah.. No, not really. I'm not really in the mood' she replied trying to end the questioning.
`Yeah, right' retorted Margi, `You'll see some lad later and you'll lose half your clothes then wont you!'
`Ah, yeah' answered Janine, thinking how to change the subject `Ah, look her come the lottery results.'
That stopped the conversation
The two lads they both lived with came in together. Dressed to pull, Tony and Jim took their seats. `Waiting for Andrea? Typical, she's always the last.' Said Tony. He shouted up to her and got a curt reply from her.
After about 5 minutes, she entered. `Right, now you quit your moaning, Where we going first? Pub then club? Sounds good to me.'
Janine felt a bit worried. It was now half 8, If they went to a club, they'd get home about 3.00. She couldn't pull dressed how she was. Christ she could hardly walk the way she was dressed. Maybe Ill go the pub then come home saying I'm ill. Yeah I'll do that.
Jim was next `Right come on, drinking times leaving us, there are plenty of ladies waiting for me out there' and walked out the lounge.
They all got up, Janine last out the lounge, trying to be as slow as possible. This is not a good idea, she thought to herself. Not good at all.
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