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Any Job in a Storm 

Chapter 1 

Interview 

Fifty-three letters and just two replies. This job searching was to say the 
least depressing. Julie looked at the two applications that had turned up, the 
first one was for a position in Tele-sales, the other was a non specific post, 
one of those 'if there's a vacancy, we'll call' type of things. 
Well telesales was not exactly what she was looking for but it looked the best 
option here, so she filled the long form out, wrote the envelope and sealed it 
up. She couldn't afford not to fill the other one in so she started to fill out 
the form. As usual the first two pages asked for all the information she had 
sent on her CV, typical. The next bit was headed ' About you', she hated these 
bits, they were so vague usually, but this one was a sort of multi- choice 
thing. 
Julie read down the page; 
' Do you consider yourself
1. One of the gang
2. A good friend
3. Quiet but friendly
Tick one

At a party do you drink
1. Whatever is offered
2. Only lemonade or cola
3. Nothing but your favourite tipple
Tick one

Are you
1. A clothes horse
2. A fashion victim
3. Your own stylist
4. Playful
5. A good sport
6. Game for a laugh
Tick all that apply

Do you like to
1. Try new things
2. Travel
3. Party all the time
4. Shop for clothes
Tick all that apply

In no more than 100 words describe your sexual fantasy, frank reply is 
required.' 
Well that last was a bit different; she ticked boxes and then sat to contemplate 
the last question. She could put what her girl friends always claimed ' at 
10,000 feet with (insert the latest heart throb here)', or 'anywhere with my 
boyfriend/husband (delete as appropriate)' but to be sure, they weren't Julie's 
fantasy. She wasn't really sure what it was. After some thought she put 
something about it not needing to be physical but unusual would help. You try 
putting something like that into words. 
Another envelope written and filled, searching in her bag, she found a couple of 
stamps, slipping a pair of trainers on, she popped down to the post box at the 
end of the road. Walking back home she reflected that if she didn't get a job 
soon it wouldn't be home for too much longer. Although her Grandmother had left 
it to her lock, stock and barrel, without a reasonable income she couldn't 
afford to run the place. It was nothing special, a South London semi in a quiet 
street, she could probably get a good price, but she would have to leave the 
area. A lodger was an option, but she didn't want to do that. 
The last job, well proper job went west when her employer moved their office to 
Wales, she didn't want to move so that was that. Since then she had waitressed 
at four different establishments, served bar at three, stacked shelves at the 
hyper mart and cooked pizza, burgers and do-nuts. Currently she did four hours a 
day at 'Omega Cabs' and an evening shift at the 24-hour store. It just wasn't 
how she wanted to live; after all she had been a department head, in charge of 
ten people and a six-figure budget. She was over qualified for this and still 
stubbornly single. 
She was a bit surprised when a week later, by recorded post no less, she got an 
invitation to a group interview, not for the Tele-sales, but for the undefined 
job with 'Papillon'. She read the instructions: wear sports gear, bring a 
swimming costume and clothes you would wear to go clubbing. That last looked a 
bit dubious, but a swimsuit sounded like it would be a fun day, even if she 
didn't get the job. It was on Thursday, just two days away, time enough to get 
cover for work and get organised. She had to get to Orpington for ten, 
introductions till 10.30 then the rest of the day was the group 'session'. 
Thursday arrived and so did Julie, bang on time. It wasn't a big group, eight 
all told, five girls and three guys. A couple of the girls were talking and so 
were the three lads, the others were variously touching up make up or reading. 
Their attention was caught however when a woman came in wearing aerobics gear. 
' Hi everyone, I'm Polly. At 10.30 we'll all go upstairs to the studio, until 
then if you go next door, there's soft drinks and snacks, go and get 
acquainted.' 
Once they had all availed themselves of the refreshments, Polly clapped for 
attention; 
' Introductions, tell us your name, first only, and tell us your claim to fame, 
in the corner, you go first'
' Hi everyone,' we all mumbled a reply, ' my name is James, Jim to my mates and 
my claim to fame is being chucked out of every pub in Croydon'
Muffled laughter. Well if that was the level we were at. 
'Next'
'Hi, I'm Nikki and I once served Bill Oddie when I worked at the petrol 
station.' 
That was more like it. 
'Mike, I ran the London marathon last year.' 
'My names Sarah and my claim to fame is not really mine, my brother, that's 
Steve, is a roadie with Pulp.' 
'Ok Sarah, who's next?' 
'I'm Niamh, and I come from the real Ballykissangel '
That got some comments. 
'I can't top that, I once saw Damon Hill at a set of traffic lights, oh yeah, 
I'm Dave.' 
That left just two of us. I was beaten to it! 
'Er, oh yeah, I'm Summer and I got onto the pyramid stage at last years 
Glastonbury.' 
My turn now. 
'Julie, and I was once on Blue Peter.' It got the expected response, I was quite 
embarrassed by it, but that was the sum of my exciting life. 
We all chatted for a few minutes then Polly took us up to the studio. 
' OK folks, get them street togs off, it's exercise time!' 
There followed an intense, but fun and light-hearted session of aerobics and 
other forms of exercise lasting about an hour. After a shower and drink, a 
session of team games occupied us all until lunch, taken at an Italian 
restaurant just down the road. After eating we returned to the studio where 
Polly handed us over to John. John was in combat pants and t-shirt, not exactly 
management style. 
'Hello everyone, this afternoon is to really find out more about you all. If at 
any point you don't want to go on, we won't hold it against you, just sit it 
out. We are going to do some role-play' I think everyone gave a little moan,' 
but with a difference. First I want you all to change into your swimsuits.' 
We departed to the changing rooms and returned ready for the water. But there 
was no water. 
' Good, everyone ok?' a group mumble of yes, 
' Ok, in these boxes over here' he drew our attention to some storage boxes, ' 
are some costumes. Now they are not exactly Snow White or Santa Claus, but I 
want each of you to collect a blue box and put it against the back wall and wait 
there before opening the box. Go.' 
We fetched the boxes and waited for John's instructions. 
'Right, everyone ready? Yes? Ok then, in side each box is a selection of 
garments, some bits match and others don't. It's not a race but I want to see 
all of you in a matching costume in fifteen minutes. You get points for 
imagination and initiative, you can swap bits if you like, shoes, gloves that 
sort of thing but however inappropriate you must keep the garment on the top of 
the box, and you must be wearing it at the end. Everyone ok with that?' more 
mumbles, ' ok, go.' 
I opened the box, on top was a rubber corset, so I would have to keep that, I 
pulled the other bits out, a pair of leather gauntlets, a rubber vest, combat 
boots, a peep hole bra with matching pants, a hood and a whip. A quick look 
around showed the others had similar piles of stuff, different but what one 
might call 'alternative'. I spotted the things I wanted and went bartering for 
them. 
At the end of fifteen minutes we were all just about dressed and a more bizarre 
looking bunch I'd never seen. Compared to some, I'd got off easily. My final 
costume consisted of the rubber vest, teamed with a rubber circular mini skirt. 
The corset was over the top and I had rubber stockings and rubber wrist gloves 
with fur trim! A rubber hood with a hole for a ponytail completed the outfit 
apart from the combat boots. 
'Very good people, some nice costumes there. What we do next is from the red 
boxes we are going to find one item that will change your costumes look 
completely, it could be footwear, a hat, belt, gloves well use your imagination. 
Once you have your item go back to your box and put it on. Ok. Go.' 
I spotted just the items straight off, a pair of stilettos. However they weren't 
quite what I thought, they had very high heel and ankle straps that used a clasp 
to shut. Still I put them on and stood teetering while everyone else finished. 
' Excellent everyone, you've all just about grasped that a simple accessory can 
change your appearance dramatically. Does anyone think they would go out dressed 
as you are?' Nervous laughter, but although it wasn't my style, I probably would 
but without the hood.' Just the two of you Julie is it?' I nodded,' and Mike. 
Now then do either of you go around dressed in rubber normally and Mike, in a 
dress?' more titters,'no? Ok then, split into pairs, one pair to each corner.' 
I got Mike. 
'Alrighty, the person with the name that comes first alphabetically is the 
horse, you carry your partner to the opposite corner then swap and return. Go!' 
As job interviews go, it was different and I have to admit quite fun. We did 
some odd games and I think we all forgot we were dressed quite bizarrely in 
leather and rubber. Time passed quite swiftly and then we were done. 
' Ok people, thank you all, you've been great. You probably are wondering why we 
asked you to bring your clubbing gear, well, as a thank you we're all going out 
for the night. Don't worry there's taxi's home and your other gear will be 
dropped off tomorrow for you. All up for it?' well no one was going to turn that 
down, 'oh I nearly forgot, we will write to everyone in the next week.' 
I'm not sure how, but I ended up wearing all the rubber gear to the club, which 
was a bit of a hit. I really would not buy this sort of stuff, apart from the 
price only pervs wear rubber, but I have to admit I really enjoyed that night. 
I awoke Friday morning still in the rubber stuff. Obviously I would have to get 
it back to John, but not till after I'd washed it off and had a shower, well I 
could do all that in one go. Afterwards I dressed in my normal street gear and 
rang the Orpington number; I got Polly whom if my memory serves was the one who 
instigated my party in rubber. 
'Ah Julie, saved me a call love' 
'Polly I need to bring your rubber stuff back, but it will be this afternoon, is 
that ok?' 
'John want's to see you Julie but don't bring the rubber, it's yours, you earnt 
it.' 
'No I couldn't, it's far too much and I only did the interview' 
'I mean it Julie, you keep them, you look great in them, I tell you what, I'll 
fetch you and drop your own stuff off at the same time, in.... about an hour. 
That ok?' 
'Ok, in an hour' 
It was looking like I'd got a job, but what was the job? 
Bang on time Polly knocked on my door, I was ready with the rubber stuff, but 
seeing it in my hands, she tutted and took it and placed it on the stairs. 
'I told you they are yours, an advance if you like.' 
She was wearing what I call 'trendy mum' stuff, you know, nearly fashionable but 
something missing, in fact I wouldn't have been surprised to see a couple of 
kids in the car. Well perhaps not, it was a Mercedes two seater, and on closer 
inspection, the stuff she was wearing was all designer labels. I got my bag and 
after locking up, joined her in the little sports car. The sun was out, the roof 
down, and spotting some friends, I waved, boy how their jaws dropped, this could 
be fun. Polly grinned across at me, I grinned back. All too soon we arrived in 
Orpington but not at the studio, Polly explained that they had only hired it for 
the day. Instead she escorted me to the offices of Papillon, occupying rooms 
above a row of shops. 
Upstairs John was dressed a bit more formal; well he had jeans and a shirt on. 
'Julie! Welcome to Papillon. Please sit' 
I did so. 
'Did you enjoy yesterday?' 
'It was different, but I guess, yes I did.' 
'That's what we thought. We would like you to work with us, but before we go any 
further you want to know what the job is?' 
'I was kind of curious, I'm open to just about anything except prostitution.' 
It was meant to get a laugh, it did but with a slight side. 
'It's not prostitution is it? I'm out of here if it is.' 
To be honest I hadn't even thought it might be. 
'Whoa, whoa. Calm down. No it's not selling your body, well not in that sense. 
Everything is above board and quite legal. Papillon serves an alternative 
lifestyle as a supplier of clothing and ancillaries including videos, books, 
that sort of thing. It's not pornography; it's just not mainstream. We want you 
to join us as a model come actress come administrator. Your past experience 
covers the latter, yesterday and last night proves you have the talent for the 
former. Still interested?' 
'Go on' 
'We will want you to wear some strange things and even take part in scenes of 
bondage, due to the law, we make all of that into animations, so no one knows 
who is taking part. On the other hand we travel about, Europe, the US, Japan 
even Australia, put on 'fashion' shows etc. We all take part, we won't ask you 
to do anything we wouldn't.' 
'I'm still here' 
'Ok, what you get, a salary as administrator of £20000 a year,' that sounded 
Ok,' plus £100 an hour for modelling and film work. You get company product at 
cost, that is if you want any' he chuckled,' for that you sign an exclusive 
contract and comply with some small print regarding appearance, you get 6 months 
to comply, or if you prefer quit at that time with no penalties. After that the 
full contract applies including a competition clause.' 
It all sounded pretty good. 
'My turn, when do you want me? and how soon can I see a contract?' 
'Start Monday if you want, you can have a contract in ten minutes, Polly?' Polly 
went next door, I could hear a PC start up and minutes later a printer whirr 
into action. 
'Alright John, lets give it a go. Out of curiosity did anyone else get a job?' 
'Not like yours, but yes Niamh, Summer and Mike will be offered work with us.' 
Polly came back in and gave John a folder, which he perused quickly then passed 
over to me. 
'Terms of contract, salary scale, this years schedule, it's quite busy, I think 
you should find everything in there. Do you drive?' 
'Yes but I sold the car when I lost my job.' 
'Polly will take you back but I'll get you a car sorted for Monday, ok' 
'Excellent!' I was quite excited, a new career with a difference, car and good 
money, things really were looking up. 
It was still only 3 o'clock when Polly dropped me off at home. First things 
first, quit my part time jobs. That took a couple of phone calls full of 
apologies, but once done I could concentrate on celebrating the new job. 
Noticing the bag of rubber clothing on the stairs, I took the bag Polly had 
brought and the pervy stuff up to my clothes room. Now me, I'm a straightforward 
gal. M&S knickers and fashionable but not showy clothes and shoes. I measured 
the stilettos; they were 5" high! I mean I never wear more than three, I don't, 
or should I say didn't own any shoes any higher than that. I have worn 
stockings, but not often and I do have a couple of Basque's but a rubber corset 
was now part of my wardrobe. Tonite with my girlfriends, I wouldn't mention the 
fetish angle, only the admin job. 

Maddy Bell 09.04.01