You quickly snapped a couple of pictures of yourself and compiled a little "application" for Natasha, detailing your interest. She seemed nice, after all, and her being absolutely smoking hot made your decision a little easier. 'At least that's a bonus, when she eventually decides to just toss me in a drawer', you thought dryly to yourself. A queasy feeling remained in your gut, as you send out the e-mail. Still, you had to make rent somehow, or you'd be out on the street by the end of the week. The landlady wasn't known for being soft on slackers - and if you got to that point, it would be open season on you anyway. Might as well take the risk now.
The next few minutes felt like hours to you as you waited for Natasha's answer, simply staring at your screen. She didn't keep you waiting for long. Almost immediatly, the signature *ding* of your mailing programm broke the silence - a new message in your Inbox.
"Hey Susanne!
Thank you so much for answering my ad! Thought, no one would ever contact me on here...but then, I can't exactly fault you guys for it! This kinda stuff must seem like a really one sided deal for you - which is why I'm reaching deep into my pockets ;)
Speaking of cash, I'm going to give half of it, when I'm coming to pick you up! That way, you can be sure that I'm not trying to scam you out of your well earned money! You're gonna get the rest, when we're done at my place! Sound like a fair deal? I sure hope so!
I'd love to pick you up as soon as possible! Are you free today? Of course, if you're busy, just tell me a day you can make it!
Looking forward to our little date!
Natasha"
Just a short message. But casual enough to make you think she wasn't going to just keep you as a dildo after this. And then there was her promise of payment. With just one e-mail, you could make 5,000$ today. That would be enough to at least keep you afloat for a few months - maybe until you found another job.
This was worth the risk. Either this, or out on the street.
Quickly, you typed out a response:
"Hey Natasha,
Today is good - in fact, if you want you can pick me up right now! Just ring my apartment and I'll be out in a sec!
Looking forward to meeting you!
Susanne"
Just half an hour later, the doorbell rang and you rushed out of your apartment towards the enormous entrance. Your apartment block was primarily built for your normal-sized neighbours, as was the door, but certain considerations had been made. A miniature door had been built into the doorframe, where shrinks like you could enter a safeguarded passage, marked by a railing and protected by a thick plexiglass ceiling, on the side of the massive hallway, that led towards the miniature flats on the bottom floor. However, this safety ended, as soon as you exited the building.
You hurried outside and, just as you walked out the door, bumped into the ankle of an enormous person standing over you. Barely keeping your balance you looked up to greet her - and immediatly averted your eyes. A hot blush crept onto your face.
Natasha was standing over you. Her legs were clad in a tight, short denim skirt - that you had just looked right up into. The image of her dark blue panties was seared into your brain. As you awkwardly tried to mumble out some sort of greeting, Natasha leaned forward, hands on her hips, looking down to you with a dirty grin on her face.
"Hadn't taken you for someone so shy! Just one look up my skirt and you're already falling over yourself? Oh girl, hopefully we get some confidence into you soon, or I'm gonna have a lot of work to do."
You forced your eyes away from the floor and looked up at her. You swallowed hard. Maybe whoever took her pictures wasn't the best - maybe it was just her towering over you - but she looked even more amazing now that you saw her face to face. Even her casual outfit, a denim skirt and a short, black tank top, was making you feel awkward.
You forced some confidence into your smile and shouted out to her. "Hey there, Natasha!"
Slowly, Natasha knelt down infront of you.
"And 'hey there' to you, Susanne! Nice to meet you." She reached back into her pocket and pulled out a small, silvery tube. "I've got your money here, all cash. You can count it if you want, but I'm pretty sure, there's 5,000$ in there." She put the tube on the floor infront of you. It was nearly half as tall as you!
Normally, shrinks would only, if ever, be paid over special banks. It was simply less hassle for norms to deal with cash of different sizes. However, a very few select banks had banded together and produced "Microcash" - miniature coins and bills, that were usable by shrinks and could be scanned and exchanged for their original value.
"So, I'm thinking," Natasha said, while you were still eyeing up the tube, "Maybe bring that back to your apartment, and then we can go?" You hastily nodded. Quickly, you picked up the silver container and hurried back towards your apartment. Just in case, you screwed open the top of the tube and looked inside. Neatly rolled up bills met your eyes. This was going well.
You screwed the tube shut again and triple locked your apartment door. You didn't need anybody having a look around right now. Then, you hurried toward the exit again. After all, you didn't want to keep your 'client' waiting.
Natasha's car wasn't equipped for shrinks to be driving with - but it did have a slot for a coffe cup, so she just put you there and drove really careful. In the meantime, she was chatting about this and that, as if she'd always known you. Your nervousness at the prospect of a "date" with this women slowly turned into excitement. You seemed to have hit the one-in-a-million chance of meeting a friendly, hot, and rich norm who would pay you for just some intimate time. And who knew...if she wasn't to rough with you, maybe the money wouldn't be the only positive coming from this for you.
You felt the car coming to a stop outside quite an expensive looking, high-rise apartment complex in a downtown looking area. You certainly had never been here. Natasha smiled down at you. "Well, we're here, I guess" and reached down her palm for you to climb on.
Just a few minutes and an elevator ride into the fifth floor later, you were both standing in Natasha's absolutely amazing apartment. You didn't even realize that your jaw was hanging open. Everything in here, every piece of furniture or technology surely costed more than months of your wage.
"Well, don't be complimenting me to much," Natasha giggled at your stunned silence, "I know, it can be a bit much. Now, I think my ad said something about drinks! What would you like?" She carried you over to a wide living room, a big, black coffee table in the centre framed by two soft, dark red couches. Next to it, in the corner, stood a big glass-door cabinet full of bottles of all kinds of alcohol. Whiskeys, Gin, Rum, Vodka, ...
"Any kind of drink you like?" Natasha asked, as she put you down on the table and opened up the cabinet. "I've got mixers and ice in the kitchen, so don't hesitate to ask for something outlandish!" You told atasha your favourite drink. She quickly pulled out a few bottles from the cabinet.
"Be right back!" she shouted as she vanished into the kitchen.
Only minutes later, she returned. In one hand, she held a big glass - taller than you - filled with a red-orange liquid and a little cocktail umbrella and orange sllice tucked into it. In her other hand, she had pinched a tiny little glass, filled to the brim with your drink. Carefully, she set it down in front of you.
"Well then, cheers!" she calls out to you, as she takes a big sip from her cocktail. You follow suit.
As you two drink, she starts chatting with you about all kinds of things. Work, sports, the weather. You sip more and more from your drink.
Soon, you feel...
The next few minutes felt like hours to you as you waited for Natasha's answer, simply staring at your screen. She didn't keep you waiting for long. Almost immediatly, the signature *ding* of your mailing programm broke the silence - a new message in your Inbox.
"Hey Susanne!
Thank you so much for answering my ad! Thought, no one would ever contact me on here...but then, I can't exactly fault you guys for it! This kinda stuff must seem like a really one sided deal for you - which is why I'm reaching deep into my pockets ;)
Speaking of cash, I'm going to give half of it, when I'm coming to pick you up! That way, you can be sure that I'm not trying to scam you out of your well earned money! You're gonna get the rest, when we're done at my place! Sound like a fair deal? I sure hope so!
I'd love to pick you up as soon as possible! Are you free today? Of course, if you're busy, just tell me a day you can make it!
Looking forward to our little date!
Natasha"
Just a short message. But casual enough to make you think she wasn't going to just keep you as a dildo after this. And then there was her promise of payment. With just one e-mail, you could make 5,000$ today. That would be enough to at least keep you afloat for a few months - maybe until you found another job.
This was worth the risk. Either this, or out on the street.
Quickly, you typed out a response:
"Hey Natasha,
Today is good - in fact, if you want you can pick me up right now! Just ring my apartment and I'll be out in a sec!
Looking forward to meeting you!
Susanne"
Just half an hour later, the doorbell rang and you rushed out of your apartment towards the enormous entrance. Your apartment block was primarily built for your normal-sized neighbours, as was the door, but certain considerations had been made. A miniature door had been built into the doorframe, where shrinks like you could enter a safeguarded passage, marked by a railing and protected by a thick plexiglass ceiling, on the side of the massive hallway, that led towards the miniature flats on the bottom floor. However, this safety ended, as soon as you exited the building.
You hurried outside and, just as you walked out the door, bumped into the ankle of an enormous person standing over you. Barely keeping your balance you looked up to greet her - and immediatly averted your eyes. A hot blush crept onto your face.
Natasha was standing over you. Her legs were clad in a tight, short denim skirt - that you had just looked right up into. The image of her dark blue panties was seared into your brain. As you awkwardly tried to mumble out some sort of greeting, Natasha leaned forward, hands on her hips, looking down to you with a dirty grin on her face.
"Hadn't taken you for someone so shy! Just one look up my skirt and you're already falling over yourself? Oh girl, hopefully we get some confidence into you soon, or I'm gonna have a lot of work to do."
You forced your eyes away from the floor and looked up at her. You swallowed hard. Maybe whoever took her pictures wasn't the best - maybe it was just her towering over you - but she looked even more amazing now that you saw her face to face. Even her casual outfit, a denim skirt and a short, black tank top, was making you feel awkward.
You forced some confidence into your smile and shouted out to her. "Hey there, Natasha!"
Slowly, Natasha knelt down infront of you.
"And 'hey there' to you, Susanne! Nice to meet you." She reached back into her pocket and pulled out a small, silvery tube. "I've got your money here, all cash. You can count it if you want, but I'm pretty sure, there's 5,000$ in there." She put the tube on the floor infront of you. It was nearly half as tall as you!
Normally, shrinks would only, if ever, be paid over special banks. It was simply less hassle for norms to deal with cash of different sizes. However, a very few select banks had banded together and produced "Microcash" - miniature coins and bills, that were usable by shrinks and could be scanned and exchanged for their original value.
"So, I'm thinking," Natasha said, while you were still eyeing up the tube, "Maybe bring that back to your apartment, and then we can go?" You hastily nodded. Quickly, you picked up the silver container and hurried back towards your apartment. Just in case, you screwed open the top of the tube and looked inside. Neatly rolled up bills met your eyes. This was going well.
You screwed the tube shut again and triple locked your apartment door. You didn't need anybody having a look around right now. Then, you hurried toward the exit again. After all, you didn't want to keep your 'client' waiting.
Natasha's car wasn't equipped for shrinks to be driving with - but it did have a slot for a coffe cup, so she just put you there and drove really careful. In the meantime, she was chatting about this and that, as if she'd always known you. Your nervousness at the prospect of a "date" with this women slowly turned into excitement. You seemed to have hit the one-in-a-million chance of meeting a friendly, hot, and rich norm who would pay you for just some intimate time. And who knew...if she wasn't to rough with you, maybe the money wouldn't be the only positive coming from this for you.
You felt the car coming to a stop outside quite an expensive looking, high-rise apartment complex in a downtown looking area. You certainly had never been here. Natasha smiled down at you. "Well, we're here, I guess" and reached down her palm for you to climb on.
Just a few minutes and an elevator ride into the fifth floor later, you were both standing in Natasha's absolutely amazing apartment. You didn't even realize that your jaw was hanging open. Everything in here, every piece of furniture or technology surely costed more than months of your wage.
"Well, don't be complimenting me to much," Natasha giggled at your stunned silence, "I know, it can be a bit much. Now, I think my ad said something about drinks! What would you like?" She carried you over to a wide living room, a big, black coffee table in the centre framed by two soft, dark red couches. Next to it, in the corner, stood a big glass-door cabinet full of bottles of all kinds of alcohol. Whiskeys, Gin, Rum, Vodka, ...
"Any kind of drink you like?" Natasha asked, as she put you down on the table and opened up the cabinet. "I've got mixers and ice in the kitchen, so don't hesitate to ask for something outlandish!" You told atasha your favourite drink. She quickly pulled out a few bottles from the cabinet.
"Be right back!" she shouted as she vanished into the kitchen.
Only minutes later, she returned. In one hand, she held a big glass - taller than you - filled with a red-orange liquid and a little cocktail umbrella and orange sllice tucked into it. In her other hand, she had pinched a tiny little glass, filled to the brim with your drink. Carefully, she set it down in front of you.
"Well then, cheers!" she calls out to you, as she takes a big sip from her cocktail. You follow suit.
As you two drink, she starts chatting with you about all kinds of things. Work, sports, the weather. You sip more and more from your drink.
Soon, you feel...
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