Self Serve

By Charles Jeffries

Caroline takes a catering job for a rich guy who throws elaborate private sex parties. At first, wearing a chastity belt and a sexy outfit while serving hors d'oeuvres seems a bit odd, even for a sex party. But pretty soon Caroline discovers that her new employer's proclivities are starting to grow on her... A story of teasing, denial, and self-discovery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charles Jeffries
• Release date: Nov 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201495916

Charles Jeffries

Hi there! I'm Chuck. Thanks for stopping by.I've been an occasional author of erotic fiction for over twenty years, and I'm dipping my toe into the self-publishing waters. My preference has always been for character-driven stories, and I hope you'll find that in what I publish here. In my private life I'm non-monogamous and kinky, and that definitely informs what and how I write.I always love to hear feedback from fans of my work, so feel free to get in touch.

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Self Serve

by Charles Jeffries

This is a work of erotic fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. This work contains graphic depictions of sexual activity which should be viewed only by those legally allowed to do so, and the author does not necessarily condone or support the recreation of these actions or practices.

Copyright ⓒ 2023 by Charles Jeffries.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of short quotations in a book review.

ISBN 979-8-2014-9591-6 (e-book)

First e-book edition, November 2023.

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Self Serve

Caroline brushed her long hair in the mirror, glancing at the outfit for her catering gig on the bed behind her. It had been nearly six months since she started working this job, and while it was definitely weird when she started, these days… well, she wasn't entirely sure if things had gotten more normal or more weird.

She'd been at a local club on Fetish Night one night, more in the mood to dance than to get picked up. Nevertheless, there she was at the bar, chatting with an older guy she'd never seen before and his smiling partner? wife? She couldn't remember at this point.

Waiting tables paid the bills, but not well, and she'd been complaining about the long hours, low pay, and lousy behavior on the part of both her boss and her patrons. Something about the way she'd said it made this stranger perk up and start asking her questions, but it wasn't until the woman with him pointed out her outfit that Caroline realized he, or possibly they, weren't trying to pick her up so much as they were interested in her choice of career.

Some of that same outfit lay on the bed behind Caroline: black stockings, long satin gloves, and a slim leather collar that passed for a choker when she wore it in public. The overbust corset she'd worn to the club was swapped out for a simple garter belt, and the stompy boots replaced with comfortable shoes that would get her from here to work. She'd deal with the rest of her uniform once she got there.

Work. Uniform. Words that had changed dramatically after that night at the club. The pitch had been unbelievable at first: a catering gig for kinky sex parties, attended by the well-to-do members of some corner of local society. The fetish outfit they wanted her to wear was extremely specific and clearly designed to be visually appealing to the audience, but the pay was excellent, and she'd been assured that the guests knew better than to cross any lines with the waitstaff. The rest of the job requirements weren't much different than what she was used to: mingle with the crowd, be pleasant but don't cause a distraction, fill drink orders for the bar. But do it while wearing less than nothing and serving hors d'œuvres to guests who were themselves in various states of undress.

Mr. Reed was certainly an attractive gentleman, even if he and his guests