Jamie's New Job (01) Author: warlock567

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Part 1

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Jamie whispered to herself, crying. She sat on a
park bench. It was the only place she could think of going. Jamie was a pretty red-haired
girl with a good figure. She was wearing a suit. "...cut, cut..." she repeated to herself, almost disbelieving
the meaning of the word. The word seemed to be some kind of curse in her. Her body had changed an hour ago.
And now, she was in the park, thinking about how to go to deliver the news to her daughter that she had lost her
job . "Oh... what am I going to do?"

She stood up and almost jogged over. She dragged her feet along the cobblestone path and out of
the park. The hum of car engines filled the city streets. She was in front of a skyscraper, one of the law
firms, where she had recently "let go." Jamie waited for the streetlights to change, and she and the crowd crossed
the street .

Everyone seemed so... alive. She felt terrible, as if she didn't matter. Amy would be disappointed.
Jamie dreaded going home. She dreaded going home to tell her only daughter that they would have a very
limited . And, if she knew where he was, she knew her ex-husband wouldn't be able to do anything.
She was lucky to have child support until Amy turned 18, after which he just disappeared, but that
was probably for the best.

She realized before she even reached the parking lot. Her car was already full of all her office supplies.
Jamie got in and drove home. When she got home, Jamie noticed a new store opening nearby. Rolling down the window, a big
red sign read: Hiring Now. She knew this was a significant discovery, but she was a little too depressed to be looking for
her first new job since losing her job. She kept it in her mind, reminding herself
to check it .

She pulled into the parking lot, went up to the fourth floor, and found her parking spot. She climbed out, picked up her things, and
headed for the door, head down. Normally, she should be in the office by now. But it
was noon today, and she was home. Leaving her parking spot, she walked down the long hallway toward her apartment.

Ms. Henderson, the kind old lady who lived next door, came out of her apartment and saw Jamie. "Hey,
hello Jamie!" she said cheerfully. "So early today?" Ms. Henderson was always beaming. She
lived alone, but Jamie and Amy had always maintained a friendly relationship with her.

"Hi Wilma…yes."

Ms. Henderson could clearly see that Jamie wasn't doing well. "What's wrong?"

Jamie knew she couldn't hide it forever. "Actually…yes." She burst into tears, explaining
how lost her job that day. She tried as much as she could, but Wilma Henderson couldn't make Jamie feel better. But she had tried.
After a short, dramatic conversation, Ms. Henderson hoped Jamie was feeling better, and they parted ways.

Then, finally, Jamie arrived home. Apartment 413, her sweet home. Opening the door, she wondered
if she could still afford it. There was still some money in the bank, but it wouldn't last forever.

The apartment was empty and quiet. Looking around, she finally realized it all: the beautiful television, the computer
…even the microwave. Jamie bought these things three years ago when they moved into this apartment. Her secretarial
job provided the money to buy them. Now, the job was gone.

"I can't do this," she told herself, placing the box on the computer desk. The afternoon passed rather
slowly . She sat at a small lunch table, watching a soap opera (something she had never done before), basically just waiting for
Amy. She was at school now. She was preparing for her life ahead of time. The thought made Jamie angry. What kind of life was this?
Someone just decided to ruin other people's lives because some rich bastards
spent too much money on prostitutes and other exotic luxuries? What a joke… The layoffs

followed, and the door opened. Jamie calmed down when Amy walked in, her backpack slung over her shoulder. Amy's red
hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a typical turtleneck sweater. Jamie had always thought her daughter was the most beautiful
girl in the city, but, again, what did her mother have? Amy turned to find her mother sitting on
the sofa . Her eyes widened for a moment, unsure what was happening, then she smiled. "Hey, Mom!
Taking a day off?"

Jamie's smile didn't return; instead, he sat on the sofa. "No, honey, come sit with me.
We need to talk..."

Amy was quite receptive to the news. That was just the kind of smart girl she was. She calmed her mother down
and told her everything that was alright. Amy wanted to find a job herself, but Jamie told her it wasn't necessary,
because she was determined to find a new, better job and make everything back to normal. They hugged
each other and went on with their lives as if nothing had happened.

Amy and her mother were very close. They had been living alone for several years now because
her father had run off with some pretty blondes. She rarely spoke to him anymore. She hadn't received
a call from him on her birthdays, so she gave up on him.

She came out of her room to find her mother on the sofa and looked for jobs in the newspaper. Amy finished
her homework. Jamie looked up and smiled slightly. "Oh, honey. Is everything done?"

"Yes," Amy slumped heavily onto the sofa next to her mother. "How are you?"

Jamie just chuckled and looked up at her daughter as if she were crazy. "Are you kidding me? There's
nothing ."

Amy rested her head on her mother's lap. "I'm sure you'll find something, Mom." Jamie kissed
her daughter's head and continued expectantly. They sat for about half an hour, then Amy sat up and told her she
was going to sleep. Another kiss and Amy retreated to her room.

Jamie sat alone in the living room for about an hour. She watched some TV, not really watching
anything , and finally she was tired. It was a long day.

Jamie was sleeping soundly when she was startled awake. She ran straight up in bed, causing her lively breasts to bounce off her
pajamas. She adjusted herself and looked around at what had woken her.

She barely noticed it, but her entire room was now bright red! "What…"
She spoke towards the empty room. She realized it was a reflection from outside. Her window was open,
illuminating her room with a bright red light. She turned and climbed to the window, looking down at the window above her bed. Her pajamas rode up
her back, revealing the bottom of her naked body.

As she stared out the window, she was horrified by what she saw…

Wildcat Club

girls!! girls!! girls!!

“My God…” she could hardly believe her eyes, “a slutty strip club
has opened across the street from my house!” A cat smoking a cigar and a huge neon sign shone into her room. This was
horrible ! She couldn’t let her daughter live in a place like this. After all, it was the best location in the city.

“That must have been where she was employed before,” she murmured to herself, “I think I can
forget about it now…” She drew the curtains, blocking out the terrible red light, and spun back and forth, her head resting
on the pillow.

As she began to drift off to sleep, she faintly heard a slow rhythm coming from outside. Clearly, the club
was now open for business, the soft strains of electronic music assaulting Jamie's ears. At first, it annoyed her, but after
a , the rhythmic music became almost hypnotic, sending Jamie into a dream.

Dreams of nudity and erotic scenes filled her mind that night. She subconsciously removed her
nightgown and began an unconscious hand urge. Jamie took off her nightgown and placed her hands between her legs.

In her mind, flashing lights surrounded her. Even though she couldn't see them, she knew there were
people there, watching her. They were shouting at her, laughing, saying all sorts of horrible things. Worst of all, she was
naked.

She felt so vulnerable and powerless. Jamie knew she couldn't do anything. She was trapped here. But
… something excited her. On her bed, Jamie picked up her legs and rubbed her clitoris.
She used her hands to cup her breasts. Playing with her nipples, she could feel an orgasm. Her legs spread
further, and she fell asleep with an orgasm.

In her dream, she was embarrassed. She felt ashamed. Everyone stared at her, pointing and whispering. She
tried to hide herself, but something stopped her. She just wanted to know who was around. The lights were pointing at her, following her
wherever she went.

Then, she climaxed. She moaned softly in her sleep, her hips pressing against her climax. It
seemed never to stop, and she continued to rub. Jamie gradually slowed down as the climax subsided. Then, it was all
over. She didn't even wake up. Jamie rolled over and fell into a deep sleep, never having slept so well.

The sun slowly climbed, filling Jamie's room. She curled up in bed, her pajamas still pulled up to her
back . She felt the warmth of the sun on her buttocks. She breathed deeply and rolled over on her back, opening her eyes.

Jamie felt…different. This was good. Besides having the best sleep of her life, she felt like
a new woman. She sat up in bed, stretched, and couldn't help but smile. Her languid eyes
were barely open, still adjusting to the light, but she stumbled to the bathroom. She stopped to admire
herself in the mirror. "I'm a pretty woman," she thought, "I won't have any trouble finding a job."

Jamie left her room, passed Amy's, and went to the kitchen. It felt a little strange
not having , but Jamie felt a little more confident than yesterday. For some reason, she just knew everything would be
alright.

Amy was away at school, so Jamie left the whole house to herself. She made breakfast, watched the morning
talk show, and took a shower. She wrapped herself in her fur and looked for clothes to wear. She decided to dress nicely
. Because today… she was going to work. She decided not to wear her old, conservative clothes. Jamie usually wore
a suit to work. But she thought a better first impression might not be a "business look." She
picked out a nice off-the-shoulder top and a long skirt. Jamie thought a casual look would look better.

She grabbed her purse and left her apartment, heading for the elevator. She went down to the first floor and stepped out onto
the street. She didn't want to drive today. Instead, she headed straight for the Kitty Cat Club.

Jamie crossed the street, walked to the front door, and stopped. A look of worry crossed her face.
Why am I here? she wondered. This isn't a strip club? The windows were tinted, preventing her
from seeing inside. Jamie mustered all her courage, opened the door, and went inside.

She entered a small room. It was dark there. No windows or anything. As her eyes
adjusted to the darkness, she saw another door, in front of which stood a tall man. "Can I help you?"
he said with a smile. This must be a bodyguard, she thought.

"I—uh, no, thank you," she said nervously, then slipped out the door. She was back on the street,
breathless . What am I doing? I can't work in a strip club! I'm against this kind of thing! She
cursed herself. Jamie was confused. What had brought her here? She hadn't figured it out.

Then, Amy's thoughts entered her mind. She had to find a job. Whatever it was.
Desperate times call for desperate measures… she thought, then slowly walked back to the door.

Once again, she entered the dark room. She looked around, waiting for the light to adjust. She heard the man again,
almost laughing at herself, “Beautiful lady, can I help you?”

She slowly walked up to him. “Um…yes. I…I need a job,” she
smiled nervously, trying to remain relaxed, “not a…um…dancer. You know? You need
…something like a secretary? Computer work? That’s what I’m good at.”

The man laughed, reached for the doorknob, and pushed open the door. “I think you’ll find what you’re looking for, right here
…”

He opened the door. Jamie was almost knocked back by the explosion of noise in the club. She had never heard this kind of music before,
but when the door opened, a steady beat struck. Jamie was surprised that it didn’t hurt her ears.
In fact, it calmed her.

She could barely see through the door, but the tall man waved to her, and she nervously walked over.
Thick clouds of smoke hung in the air. Jamie usually hated cigarettes and cigars, but this time, it didn’t bother her.
Strange…she thought. She didn’t dwell on it for long. Her attention was drawn to her surroundings. Spotlights
surrounded different stages. Several girls were dancing for a few small groups. Most of the men weren't even watching.
They were just sitting there drinking their beverages. There was a bar to her right, and behind it, a young man.
He stopped mixing his drink, looked up, and smiled. She recoiled, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

She began to feel afraid. What am I doing here? she wondered. But her anxieties vanished
when she heard a voice behind her. "Um, hello…"

Jamie turned and faced a woman in a shimmering black dress. She had short, jet-black hair, and
a long cigarette dangled from her lips. She lifted her head and exhaled a puff of smoke. "You must be the girl
Maynard was talking about."

Who? Jamie thought, but then realized it must be a tall man. "Uh… yes, I think so." She
smiled, trying to be cheerful. But the woman didn't seem very cheerful. First, she wore too much makeup.
Did she ever think it made her look attractive or something? Jamie could only stare at her, wondering
what attractiveness meant to her. Besides, that damn cigarette dangling from her mouth. Nothing
disgusted Jamie more than a female smoker. It just seemed...not what a woman should like.

The woman grabbed Jamie's arm and pulled her to the bar. "So, you want to work?" She sat down,
gesturing for Jamie to do the same.

Jamie sat down as she said, not wanting to be rude. "Yes, I do." The woman said nothing. Jamie
tried not to be nonchalant and continued. "You see, I got fired, well, they don't actually use
that word, that's just too honest... I was 'let go' from my job yesterday. Now, I desperately need
a place to work. Anyway."

The woman smiled at Jamie. She took out another cigarette, turned her neck, lit it, but her eyes didn't leave Jamie.
"Okay. We can use another girl. We just opened, we have a lot of little things to handle."

The woman started to stand up, but Jamie stopped her, "Wait... me, uh... another girl?"
The woman didn't say anything. "You won't be another... dancer... you. Because I don't work here
as a dancer. I just want an office job. Of course, you have cell phones here. And paperwork...
"

The woman smiled and looked at the bartender. He joined her. Jamie looked back and forth between them, wondering
what funny. The woman gently touched Jamie's arm, gesturing for her to follow. She led Jamie down a dark,
smoky corridor. Her right hand held her cigarette, palm up, while the other rested on her hip.
With each step, her buttocks bounced hypnotically back and forth. At the end of the corridor was a small office. The name
Jacqueline Kent was printed on the door. "Please sit, dear."

Again, Jamie complied, following instructions. "Um, Ms. Kent?"

"Quiet," Ms. Kent put a finger to Jamie's lips, silencing her. She gracefully walked to her
desk and picked up the remote control. She pressed a button, and a soft, trance-like melody began. Jamie
looked around for speakers or stereo, but couldn't find any. This was a rather high-tech place, she thought.
The music had a slow tempo with a hum in the background. It was relaxing… "Now…"
Ms. Kent began, but paused, looking at Jamie, wanting her to finish.

Suddenly, Jamie knew she was waiting. “Oh! This is… uh, Jamie. Sorry.”

“That’s perfectly normal, darling. Now… Jamie. You said you were going to work here, right?”

Jamie nodded. “Yes.” Ms. Kent sat behind her desk and
tapped her cigarette in a small black ashtray. “But you said you didn’t want to be a stripper?”

Again, Jamie nodded. This time, she added a smile.

“Darling, that’s completely wrong.” Jamie stopped smiling. “Jamie, if you want to support your
daughter…”

“Amy.”

“Amy. Jamie, if you want to support Amy, dancing… is the best way.”

Jamie shook her head and smiled slowly. “Miss Kent, I don’t think—”

“That’s it,” she interrupted softly, “You’re overthinking it.” Jamie didn’t understand what she was trying
to get at

. “You’re overthinking it, Jamie, just… forget about it, wouldn’t it be better? Do what you really
want to do?”

Jamie thought about the question. Maybe she was right… she thought. She tried to tell herself this was madness,
but her mind was a fog.

“Listen to me, Jamie,” Ms. Kent stood up and walked to her desk, and Jamie leaned over to object, “Look
me in the eyes.” Jamie couldn’t help herself. This woman was too persuasive. “Listen to the music…”

It was great music, Jamie thought. Her head tilted to one side, and a slurred speech began. All she could do
was look into Jacqueline Kent’s eyes. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed how beautiful they were.
Jamie was losing herself in them.

“Jamie, you should be a stripper for my club,” she smiled at Jamie. She pointed
down one side of Jamie’s face, cupping her chin in her hand. “That sounds good, Jamie, Kitty
’s Cat Club stripper.” The music continued its easy rhythm, it seemed to last forever…

yes…stripper, Jamie thought hazily. Suddenly, her gaze snapped her out of her reverie
. “Oh, I…I, uh, I don’t think so, Ms. Kent. I’m sorry.” She picked up
her purse, stood up, and backed toward the door. “You have a beautiful place here, but…I really
don’t think I should do this. I’m sorry.” Then she opened the door and came out.

Jacqueline took out another cigarette and lit it. She flicked it into the ashtray, stood up, and looked toward
the door . Then, a smile crossed her face.

Jamie came out of the Kitty Cat Club and found it was already dark. “What the f-” It
was only afternoon when she got there. How long have I been there? she wondered. Her head was still foggy, as if she had just woken up.

She stumbled across the street back to her apartment building. The elevator seemed to be moving very slowly. For some reason,
she was in a hurry to get back to her apartment. She felt… vulnerable, for some reason.

She finally reached her apartment and found the door open. Going inside, she found Amy lying on the sofa.
“Hey, Mom.” She noticed that Amy was wearing a skirt that was shorter than she usually wore. Normally,
Jamie would scold her, but she thought she was just trying something new.

“Hey honey, how long have you been home?”

She stared at the TV, not even looking up at her. “A few hours. Where have you been? Looking for work?”

Jamie nodded and placed her purse on the kitchen counter.

“How’s the luck?”

Jamie’s mind was hazy, as if it had stopped working. Now she focused again.
“What, honey?”

Amy looked up at her mother. “I said, how’s the luck? Are you okay, Mom?”

“Oh. Not good. I mean, yes, I’m fine. But no luck,” she gave her daughter a
reassuring smile and made a small dinner.

That night, Jamie’s dream recurred. The red lights from the Kitty Cat Club sign were still flashing
, illuminating Jamie’s room, but she had drawn the curtains before going to bed. But the music still seeped into
her brain…

This time, she saw men around her. Their trembling hands whistled through the air, making all sorts of rude comments about her.
Except this time, Jamie wasn’t afraid.

She slowly swayed her hips as hands rubbed down from her breasts to her thighs. Golden beads stretched from
the ceiling to the floor; she grabbed them and spun around them. She spun in circles, using her feet as the center,
until she stopped and the length of the bar reached her crotch.

On her bed, Jamie cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them. Her hips slid back and forth across the bed.
Her hands followed her hips, and she began to rub herself as she had the night before. She could feel the coolness of the metal.

In her dream, she began to spin faster. The men's voices grew more excited. She placed her hands behind her head
and gripped the other side of the bar.

She rubbed herself harder, faster, until she climaxed. Her body jerked and her legs lifted off the bed
. Her eyes clenched shut, and a high tide of pleasure surged through her body, forming an "O."

Then it was all over. Her body went limp, and she lazily rolled over. Again, she slept
like a child. Only this time, a smile graced her face as she slept.

Jamie awoke, half-naked again, but still unaware of the changes taking place in her mind.
She was unusually radiant that morning.

Amy was at school, so Jamie had the whole apartment to herself. She didn't bother to get ready
. Her left nipple was exposed as she wiggled into the hallway. Her bra lifted up her buttocks, her cheeks
trembling.

She had a quick breakfast and took a shower. When she was done, she didn't think to put a towel on
herself and walked around the apartment. She never did this, even when no one was around, but today, she wanted to
be a little stingy… She picked out a shorter skirt than she usually wore.
She had bought the skirt after flirting with a male colleague, but without success. Because she wasn't wearing it. I really should
make these pretty clothes! she thought, cheerfully. She picked out a tight-fitting top and put it on.

Jamie then looked for the perfect pair of shoes. She found some high heels that she usually only wore ordinary
styles . Since she was determined to get a job today, she thought she should look presentable. Going into the bathroom, she put
on makeup and did her hair.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled at herself. "You sexy thing..." she thought, now that
she had her dream job... With a confident smile, she left the apartment. Again, she bypassed the garage and went
straight out the front door.

On the busy street, she instinctively headed toward the Kitty Cat Club. She didn't even
notice where she was going. As for her worries, she just browsed. Jamie reached the club's door and went straight in.

"Hey Maynard," she said casually, walking past him. He opened the door and nodded at her. She hovered
lightly where she was looking. The music swirling around the club's beats pounding in her head. Wait...
why here? She began to wonder, but her thoughts were quickly distracted.

"Jamie! So, nice to see you!" a voice said. Jamie looked up and saw Jacqueline Kent
sitting in the bar, watching one of her staff members twirl her hips on stage. There was a slightly larger crowd,
now , even for an afternoon. "I knew you'd be back..." she said as Jamie walked up to her.

"Well, we didn't manage to finish yesterday," Jamie said, smiling. Not because I wanted to leave? She thought,
but Jacqueline started talking again when she lost her train of thought.

“Alright, let’s walk into my office step by step, Jamie…” Ms. Kent led Jamie down the
black, smoky corridor. The music from the club began to fade as they walked further in. “Please sit down.”

Jamie did as she was told, looking up at her future boss again. “Ms. Kent, I don’t quite know
why I’m here—”

Ms. Kent leaned over her desk and gently placed her finger to Jamie’s lips, “shhhhhh
…” Jamie’s eyes looked confused. She didn’t speak, a smile playing on her lips. Ms. Kent
withdrew her arm, picked up the remote control from her desk, pressed a button, and more electronic music began to
fill the small office. “You’ve said too much, Jamie… Just relax… are you alright?”

Jamie thought it was over. Had I said too much? Maybe I should relax…
The music twitched in her ears as she looked deeply into Ms. Kent’s eyes.

“This is very special music, Jamie. Do you want to know why you came back here?” Jamie nodded.
“Yes, I made a subconscious recording, Jamie. The music you've been hearing every night, hasn't it?”
Jamie nodded again, trying to figure out what was going on. “What kind of dream? Was there someone strange?”
Ms. Kent smiled as Jamie nodded a few times. Jamie's arms dangled limply at her sides as she listened to the music.
“Well, the music you hear every night is to make you want to be a stripper. Have you always wanted to
be a stripper, Jamie?”

Hmm, of course! she thought. She simply nodded in response to Ms. Kent's question. Her head felt like it was
being filled with helium.

“Yes… you've always wanted to be a stripper… at least, that's what you've been thinking…” Ms.
Kent smiled, picked up the remote, and left her desk. She pressed a button in the air. The music stopped,
then a slightly different beat started. “This music is only for certain people. We don't want your
whole building here. But we know someone will come. Come over…”

The new music made Jamie even more dizzy. A smile crossed her face. A tiny, silly grin
escaped her lips.

"You should be feeling... itchy... now..." she continued, smiling as she stroked Jamie's cheek
. Jamie closed her eyes, nestled close to her hand, still smiling. "This nice piece of music is what
we call the 'Bitch Remix.' The more you hear it, the sillier you become... then you'll be the perfect
candidate. How do you feel, Jamie?"

Jamie looked up at her, her eyes half-open. "Mmm... good..." she finished, grinning.

"Now, of course, you won't remember any of this. But you're going home. You've found a new job. You
won't have to worry about applying elsewhere. You'll take care of your daughter and live your old life. But every
night I'll... play this song for you..." She gently patted Jamie's cheek, making him grin.
“…Every night…you get even more stupid…” She patted Jamie’s head, “…and……
slutty.” She said, her hand sliding down Jamie’s shirt, grabbing her breast, “…just right…”

The music went off, and the room fell silent again. Jamie’s eyes flickered, and she seemed to regain her composure.
“What happened?”

Jacqueline stood up and went back behind her desk. “What do you mean?”

Jamie looked confused. “Um…I don’t know. Things…” She couldn’t quite grasp what
she wanted to say. What happened. She hunched her knees heavily. “I guess nothing.” She stood up and
walked .

“We’ll call you, Jamie,” Jacqueline said, lighting a cigarette.

Jamie nodded nervously and walked outside uneasily. She opened the door and went out.

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