MIRROR: Download from MEGA Click Here! INTRODUCTORY OFFER by V.W Singer. The following fantasy story involves sadism, pain, and sex. Do not read any further if you are offended by such topics. This is a work of unpublished fiction, and is not intended to be a portrayal of a real life BDSM lifestyle. Chapter One. The box load of mail slithered out onto the table top with a sound similar to that of an oncoming horde of locusts, knocking Tommy's Super Double Chocolate Milkshake over, spilling the sticky concoction all over the kitchen floor and splashing his shoes. When he considered the contents of 99 percent of the letters, the simile seemed especially apt. "Help The Poor! The Upper Uzbekistan Home For The Befuddled and Incontinent needs your help today!" "Invest in the Atlantis Reconstruction Fund! Guaranteed return of 289% on every million dollars!" "Pay Your Taxes In Advance and SAVE! The Inland Revenue invites you to sign up for this exciting new programme. Just pay your taxes in advance for a minimum of 5 years or 1 million dollars (whichever is higher) and get a rebate of 25 dollars PLUS a special "I Paid My Taxes" mouse pad FREE!" Tommy's ISP had cancelled his account due to the massive amount of email addressed to him and his neighbours were threatening to sue him. He had begun to wonder whether winning that 25 million dollar lottery prize was such a good thing after all. Being an intelligent and clear thinking person, whenever he found himself thinking such thoughts, he would do the only sensible thing and slap himself around the head until the doubts went away. "Still," muttered Tommy, "it would be nice if I could avoid all the leeches without locking myself in a bomb shelter." The windfall had come at the perfect time. Tommy had just graduated from university and had been looking for a job when suddenly his life had been turned upside-down. He was still trying to get used to the idea that the multi- millionaire Thomas Bedford was the Tommy who looked out at him from the mirror. Dragging the waste paper bin closer, he sat down and began sorting through the pile of envelopes. He performed what amounted to triage on the pile, throwing away any envelope that had a company logo on it. Next he looked for names and addresses that he recognised as belonging to a friend or relative. Finally, he was left with a much reduced stack of anonymous mail. The bulkier ones he now left to be inspected by a security consultant after being spared from a letter bomb only by the bomber's incompetence. He waded through the usual begging letters, hate mail and crazies, most of them joining their corporate brethren in the bin. About a third of the way through, one of the thicker envelopes slipped out and fell back to the table top with an audible "clunk". Tommy picked it up and saw that it bore his name and address neatly hand written on an expensive looking cream envelope, but no stamp or other markings. The flap was sealed with a red sticker embossed with what appeared to be a stylised rose. Curious, Tommy slit it open. Inside was a single sheet of blank white card, folded in half. Mounted between the folded card was a gold coloured metal business card that bore the words "Introductory Offer" and a telephone number. The gold card was quite thick and heavy. In fact, it had the heft and colour of real gold. "No," thought Tommy "it couldn't be!" Later in the day, Tommy stood before the local metallurgist. "Yes, this card is made of pure gold." said the metallurgist nodding. "In fact, it is almost absolutely pure. You could easily exchange that for cash anywhere in the world." When he arrived home, Tommy picked up his telephone and dialled the number from the card. A sexy female voice answered. "Good morning, may I help you?" Tommy noted that the speaker had not given a company name. "Hello, my name is Thomas Bedford and I am calling about the gold card that I received in the mail." "Yes, Mr. Bedford," she replied. "Would you like try our services? The first appointment is free, with no obligation attached. Our representative can call on you at any time that is convenient." "But I don't even know what your services are!" protested Tommy. "Our representative will explain everything when she arrives," said the anonymous voice on the other end of the line. Tommy hesitated. He was fed up of salespeople turning up at his door. The golden card gleamed in the morning light. Pure gold! He sighed and said "I suppose that you have paid for a few minutes of my time. Would seven o'clock tonight be okay?" "That would be fine Mr. Bedford. Our representative will be there promptly at seven. Thank you," said the voice and then hung up without giving him a chance to ask anything more. It occurred to Tommy that this lapse suggested either that this mysterious service organisation was very efficient and had his address at their fingertips, or alternatively, they had hired a very incompetent operator. He reached out to dial the number again, then he shrugged. He had not planned on going anywhere tonight, so he would soon discover the answer to that question. Chapter Two. At the stroke of seven, a discreet tap on the door announced the arrival of the "representative". Tommy cautiously opened the door and was met with the pleasant sight of an extremely pretty woman in an expensive looking business suit. She had short, light brown hair, large brown eyes and carried an even larger leather case. He took the opportunity to examine her back as he ushered her into the house. She was tall, had a figure that would look good in a swimsuit and her hips wriggled delightfully as she walked. Tommy followed her into the living room, content to let her make the first move. "Good evening Mr. Bedford." she said, turning to face him and sticking out her hand. Her grip was firm but not knuckle breaking and the skin of her palm was soft and smooth. The handshake lasted a little longer than could be justified by a mere business greeting but shorter than Tommy would have liked. He could smell her perfume, which was light and tangy. "My name is Helen and I hope to be of service to you this evening," she said, sitting down on the sofa and crossing her legs. Her skirt was slit up the side and revealed an impressive length of creamy white thigh. "Thank you Helen, but I must admit, I still have no idea what your company is offering. Do you sell insurance?" asked Tommy. "No, Mr. Bedford, I don't sell insurance," she replied, smiling. "Call me Tommy," he said, sitting down beside her. He couldn't help smiling back despite his caution. "Tommy," Helen said, nodding. "Before I tell you about our services, let me show you some market research that we have done." "O.K." said Tommy. Helen activated a tablet and began reading from it. "Let's see. You are the regular customer of a series of books entitled Bizarre Sadistic Tales, you purchased twenty five videos in the last two months, all of which depicted sadistic acts performed by men on women of approximately my description and you are a regular visitor and contributor to sadistic and torture oriented forums under another name." Looking up, Helen smiled sweetly again at Tommy. Alarmed and annoyed at the intrusion into his privacy, Tommy began to protest. "How dare you check up on me like that! If this is some kind of blackmail scheme, it won't work! I ...." "Please Tommy, I'm not here to blackmail you or harm you in any way," said Helen gently. "Our company has financial interests in all the suppliers of the books and videos that I mentioned and as for the forums, you made no attempt to hide yourself apart from the use of a pseudonym. What is not generally known is that we also offer a range of specialised services. However, these services are very expensive and are usually extended on a referral basis only to selected wealthy individuals. Until recently, you did not qualify." "What services?" demanded Tommy in frustration. "In your case, the company offers - " she paused to make sure that Tommy was listening, "Me." "Do you mean to say that after all that fuss, you are telling me that you come from an escort agency?" exclaimed Tommy. He was not sure whether to laugh or be angry. Helen shook her head. "No Tommy. The company is not an escort agency and I am not an escort. The company offers you the exclusive use of an attractive, intelligent and well groomed lady. When I say use, I mean just that. Once you have agreed to the fee and the standard commercial terms, you may do anything you like to her short of death or dismemberment." "Anything?" asked Tommy sceptically. "Yes. I said that we do not supply regular escorts. Each young lady is available only once. All of them are single, without prior criminal record and have never previously performed sexual favours in exchange for payment. Our standard fee for S&M services is one hundred thousand dollars for a session lasting a maximum of three days." answered Helen. "What makes you think that I would give you that much money? You could take it and just walk away!" protested Tommy. Helen reached out and took Tommy's hand in both of hers. Her touch made his skin tingle. "Quite naturally you need proof that our services are real and worth the price. That is why we have this Introductory Offer. First, we pay you for your time, through the gold card. Second, we give you a free sample." She squeezed his hand. "Free?" said Tommy doubtfully.