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Act XV

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Camille 'Cami' Carter looked up at her bonds, giving her left wrist another experimental tug then trying her ankle restraints again. Why they had secured her spread-eagled to this strange framework, she didn't know. She had come here looking for work willingly and they seemed just a little too eager to hire the wolverine femme chimera for this position. The treatment she had endured after signing on kind of bothered her now.

“Cami Carter?" the white tigress asked as she came into the room, whip in hand.

“That's me, Ma'am." Cami replied. “Um, why am I tied up like this, Ma'am? I thought I was being hired to work here."

“This is SOP around here for the new hires." Tigre replied. “So, you're telling me you're ready to work without me having to motivate you with my whip?"

“Yes Ma'am. That's what I came here to do."

“Cami, you seem just a little too anxious to get going." the tigress commented as she released the wolverine from the training frame and put a short chain between her wrists, behind her back.

“Ma'am, I've been living on the streets for almost a year," she proffered up. “This place might be rough but at least I'll have a roof over my head, meals, a real bed to sleep in, a gym to work out in and free medical. That's a whole lot better than a cardboard shipping box in an alley or some flea-infested motel when I had a few extra dollars to spend."

“Listen, this place is not really as rough as it seems," Tigre retorted, giving her a small, polite hug. “If you just pay attention to what you're told and most importantly, go with the flow, you will do just fine. Now, let's get you down to Central Costuming because I have a client that I think might like your company. You aren't allergic to maple syrup, are you?"

“Um, no, Ma'am, I'm not. I like it on my waffles." she replied.

Tigre just smiled as she used her implant to access the house database and tag a client's file for Cami.

***

“So, this is the new girl I've heard about?" Miriam Stahl asked, looking the performer over to size her up. The wolverine femme was a little over six feet tall and probably weighed over one hundred and eighty pounds, very muscular. She was obviously an Indiana Mil-Tec Combat Wolverine chimera.

“Yes, Ma'am, I'm new here." Cami said meekly with her head bowed.

“She is polite, isn't she?" Miriam asked of Tigre.

“Polite to a fault," Tigre offered up, smiling at the new performer. “Cami is going to be with Jeff Martinelli this evening. She needs the full setup for the syrup treatment."

“OK, we can have her set up in just a few moments," Ms. Stahl commented as she led Cami over to a makeup chair. Bringing up the wolverine's records, Miriam retrieved some full scleral contacts for her. “Have you ever worn contacts?" she asked the new performer.

“No, Ma'am, I haven't."

“Don't worry, it's not too bad if you'll just let me do this without flinching. Look up at the ceiling, please."

Miriam took just a few moments to get the contacts into Cami's eyes, waiting for her to comment after she blinked a few times to settle them in her eyes.

“Um, they don't seem to be uncomfortable," the new girl offered up, seeming pretty calm about it.

“Well, this next step is kind of uncomfortable. I need to put some one-way valves in your nostrils so you won't get syrup up into your sinuses."

“Ma'am, I'm going to be in a lot of this syrup, I take it?" Cami asked.

“Yeah, you will but we've made it as safe as possible." Tigre replied.

Cami sat there very patiently while Miriam used a small tool to insert some valves into her nostrils, making sure they wouldn't get dislodged by the wolverine femme exhaling through her nose. Satisfied that the valves were secure and functioning, Miriam finished by putting some lightweight earplugs into Cami's ears to keep the syrup at bay.

“Ma'am, this doesn't seem too bad," the wolverine femme commented.

“Well, you might change your mind about it in a minute," Miriam told her as she measured Cami for a mouthpiece by using a clear template.

Finding the proper size, the head costumer set up a dual cartridge applicator to apply a large amount of body-safe silicone adhesive to the device that was shaped like an oversized scuba mouthpiece. Making Cami open wide, she placed it into her mouth, then made the new performer bite down on it gently.

“Don't move your mouth for a few minutes," she was admonished while the excess silicone was removed. “This won't come loose from your teeth without the debonding agent to break the bond. The breathing hoses attach to the sides, right here and here." Miriam showed her the attachment points, letting her touch them.

Cami made a gesture like she wanted to write something so Tigre gave her a tablet and a pencil.

“This isn't as bad as I thought," she wrote in an elegant hand.

“That's very pretty penmanship," Miriam commented.

“Thank you, Ma'am," Cami wrote out.

“I hope this girl is a keeper," Miriam stated as she led Cami over to the 'flushing' area and gave her an enema. “OK, Tigre, she's all yours."

***

Cami walked behind Tigre, careful to keep some slack in her leash. They went to room 371, a very special suite designed for serious wet work. They went over to a locker on the far wall where Tigre began to swap out her bands for liquid-proof ones. The wolverine was helping as much as possible to get her bonds changed out, which was really bothering the tigress.

“Cami, you're not trying to fight me?" Tigre asked, looking at her strangely.

“Nnn ... unn," she replied, shaking her head 'no' in return.

“You're really willing to do this?"

Cami nodded in the affirmative.

“You know, you and I will have to talk after your performance. I have a feeling your story is very interesting." Tigre said as she motioned to what looked like an oversized clear acrylic clawfoot tub. “Get in and I'll explain this to you."

The muscular femme got into the tub, which was long enough for her to lay flat on the bottom of it.

“I actually had to read up on this beforehand," the tigress stated as she brought over a set of chains. “You're going to be chained up to the bottom, but each wrist chain has a magnetic attachment. I'll also be watching from the next room, making sure you're safe. Just so you know, this tub will emergency drain in just a few seconds if we need to do that."

Cami nodded that she understood and allowed herself to be chained up securely. Tigre then brought out a pair of hoses from under the tub and connected them to Cami's mouthpiece, attaching them with a special tool.

“Can you breathe OK? Your client can't take these hoses loose or pinch them closed, just so you know."

Cami nodded 'yes' in reply.

“OK, I guess it's time to get this over with. I promise I'll help clean you up afterward." Tigre opened a panel in the wall nearby, unreeling a large hose with a nozzle on it. Placing it into the tub, she opened the valve, allowing syrup to begin filling the tub.

Cami watched as it began to fill the tub, creeping up over her slowly. It was warm to the touch and actually relaxing in a way to her. She laid there quietly, waiting patiently for the filling to end. Just as Tigre shut off the hose after the level went over Cami's nose, her client for the evening came in.

Jeff Martinelli was a tall, lean man with a thick head of dark brown hair. He was dressed quite nice and from where Cami was resting, she could watch him undress. He took off his clothes, folding them carefully over a chair back, then turned to look at Tigre.

“Uh, ya know, I'm not sure I've seen this girl around here before," he commented as he stretched a bit.

'Cami is new here, Sir" Tigre replied.

“Oh, okay," he commented, climbing into the tub with the wolverine femme. He wasted no time as he slowly penetrated her sex and began to slowly fuck the bound femme, careful to keep his own head above the syrup line.

Cami found this sensation to be very stimulating, having a man screw her while submerged in this thick liquid. She inadvertently stuck her head partially above the surface of the syrup where Jeff surprised her by kissing her syrup-covered nose.

Tigre watched from the observation room, the client totally unaware the floor to ceiling mirrors were one-way in nature. There was an emergency drain button and a switch to turn off the magnets for Cami's wrist chains on the console to her left. From what the tigress could see, the wolverine was probably enjoying this.

The wolverine femme was a contradiction to Tigre; new girls were always reluctant to work, needing persuasion from the whip to perform. As far as she knew, Cami hadn't balked at this one bit. There was more to this lady than what met the eye.

The femme wolverine was trying to move with her client, making it pleasurable for both of them. The syrup was acting as a very unusual lubricant, letting her client's tool slide effortlessly in and out of her. At least he was large enough to make it very pleasurable.

Cami could sense her client's urgency as he began to speed up and his movements were getting jerky so she knew just how to handle this from past experience. She clenched down on him with her love muscles, making him blow his load. She then had her own orgasm, sending a huge rush of feelings crashing through her from head to toe.

Jeff reached down and lifted her head clear of the liquid, giving her another kiss on the nose. He then got out of the tub after a few more minutes and went over to a large shower to begin to clean up. She watched him washing the sticky goop off of his body, enjoying the sight of his tanned, gym-toned body. She kind of wished he would get back in the tub again and give her a repeat performance.

“You were wonderful," he told her as he knelt beside the tub after cleaning up and dressing, looking at her through the side of it. “I'll put your tip on the clip over there." He pointed to a clip on the wall, Cami nodding that she understood him. As soon he had clipped two one-hundred dollar bills to the wall and the door to the suite closed behind him, she felt the tub begin draining and her wrist chains came loose from their magnetic attachments.

Cami disconnected her ankle chains by herself and carefully stood up, waiting for Tigre to return. Once the tigress entered the suite through a hidden door, she disconnected the hoses from the femme wolverine's mouthpiece and led her over to the shower, hooking another set of hoses to her mouthpiece to keep the water out of her lungs.

Wait right here while I strip down," Tigre told her as she began to take her bustier and thong off. “You are one sticky mess, girl," the tigress mused as she used a hand spray wand to begin to hose off the gooey liquid from Cami's fur with some warm water.

***

Tigre had finally gotten the new red collar performer cleaned up, which took a substantial amount of shampoo to accomplish. Getting Cami's normal leather back on her, she led the femme back to Central Costuming.

“Well, I guess Cami must have done a good performance," Miriam mused as she got out the required materials. She loaded a large syringe with a blue-tinted liquid and motioned for Cami to sit down again. “Just so you know, this release agent will make your mouth tingle quite a bit but it won't hurt you," she cautioned as she began to squirt it around her lips, waiting a few moments to allow the compound to work.

It took about fifteen minutes for Miriam Stahl to do her work, finally getting the mouthpiece free. She marked it with Cami's name and put it in a bag to be sent out to have a custom setup made for her. After her other items were removed, Tigre then led her down to the performer's cafeteria for a meal to quiet the femme wolverine's growling stomach.

“Your right wrist band has your employee Ident chip in it," the tigress pointed out. “You're lucky that you came here when you did. Michelle Norton is a fantastic chef, quite the opposite of our old one."

Cami thanked Tigre for showing her how to check herself in for a meal and for introducing her to the lioness that was the head chef for the performers.

They sat down at a booth and Tigre released one end of Cami's wrist chain so she could eat without being impeded by it. The wolverine sampled everything on her plate, smiling at the flavors she experienced. The pot roast was done to perfection, the fresh vegetables were steamed just right and her diet Coke was just right, the soda fountain's mixture set correctly. After a few mouthfuls, Cami made an astute observation.

“This is better than any chow hall grub I've ever had, even when I was at Fort Sill, Oklahoma for rifle training," she stated, looking up to see why Tigre had dropped her fork. The tigress was looking back at her in utter shock.

“Cami, please, _ please _ tell me you're not a war veteran," Tigre asked carefully, taking her phone out just in case this was true. Mr. Waddell was not going to like to hear this if Cami answered 'yes'.

“Well, yes, I am. I'm a decorated war vet with an Honorable Discharge. Why do you ask?"

“Uh, you're probably not going to believe this, but Mr. Waddell, our Master, will not hire war vets as performers. He hires vets for non-sexually related positions only." Tigre informed her. Cami's face fell from that news.

“Damn! Um, you know, could we keep this our little secret?" Cami asked with a pleading look on her face. “I've been on the streets for almost a year, living in a cardboard shipping box sitting on pallets with visqueen over the top of it to keep it dry when it would rain. Please don't tell them! I need a real place to live and a job badly!"

“Cami, I'm sure Mr. Waddell would rather you be in some sort of a non-performing role here," the tigress told her while she was texting a message to their boss on her Blackberry.

“Um, Ma'am, the only reason I took this position was the man that interviewed me, I think Randall Millard was his name, said I could make twice as much money per month without really trying." Cami pointed out to her tamer.

“Well, you can tell that to the boss," Tigre stated, looking at the reply on her screen. “Master wants us both to meet with him right away and I'm to get you some clothes first. Come with me, we'll both come back and try for dinner again in a bit."

***

Hank escorted Tracy back to her room and stayed a little bit, just to be polite. He then left and sleepily made his way back to his domicile. He went inside and turned his bed down, preparing for some much-needed sleep. While he was getting undressed, his personal cellphone began to ring. He looked at the display and made a sour face as he took the call.

“Hank," he said tersely, waiting for the person on the other end to talk.

“Mr. Beck, I trust you have been hired by Mr. Waddell," the voice stated in an even if not slightly mechanical tone.

“Yeah, he hired me on the spot," Hank admitted, hoping to end this very distasteful conversation quickly.

“Very good. You will be contacted soon." the voice on the other end said just as the line went dead.

Hank sat his phone on the night stand, actually wishing to give it the heave-ho out the window instead. He sat on the edge of the bed, putting his head in his hands that were resting on his knees.

“What have I gotten myself into now?" he mused, slowly shaking his head.

***

Chuck and Lisa were snuggling on the bed while he played with the knot on her left wrist gently. He was loosening it, then tightening it back up, watching her smile at him in return. He heard his Blackberry chime twice, an important message, so he looked at the text on the screen.

“Lisa, we have a bit of a situation that I need to handle so I apologize for this interruption." he stated after texting a reply. Taking her bonds loose quickly, he motioned for her to put on a robe. He got up and put on his slacks, a shirt and some slippers, putting a tie on afterward. He then went to his bathroom, checking his appearance. “Lisa, you might want to straighten up a bit, too," he suggested, allowing her to share his mirror with him.

“This must be serious, Chuck," Lisa commented as she brushed out her long, black hair.

“You can bet this is serious in my eyes," he replied, hastily combing his blond hair. “I'm going to need your help, Lisa. We need to round up a couple of chairs for our guests."

***

Chuck and Lisa retrieved a pair of computer chairs from the offices around the corner and brought them back just as Tigre and a very muscular wolverine femme stepped off the elevator, headed their way. Chuck motioned for them to enter his suite and have a seat at the table with them.

“Camille, I'm Chuck Waddell, manager and major share holder in Blue Hawaii. Tigre texted me a message that said you're a war vet. Is that true?" he asked.

“Um, yes Sir, I'm a vet with an Honorable Discharge." she replied. It was clear she was upset because she was fiddling with the buttons on her pale blue blouse. “Sir, you're not going to fire me, are you? I would gladly work in your brothel for a steady place to sleep," she added, trying her best not to cry.

“Camille, who suggested you work as a performer?" he queried, getting his Blackberry ready to summon the offending employee.

“His name is Randall Millard." she answered with a pensive smile.

Chuck seemed very upset by that. He dialed a number, waiting for it to answer. When the person on the other end accepted his call, he just said a few words quietly then ended the call. Within a few moments, Randall entered Mr. Waddell's suite, followed by a security guard.

“Good Grief, Boss! Why'd ya have security escort me here? I was just getting ready to go home!" the employee inquired.

“Randall, did you hire Camille?" Chuck asked point-blank.

“Yeah, I did. Earlier today, in fact." he replied. Randall looked kind of nervous about this situation. He noted that the boss seemed rather upset with him at the moment and Cami was wearing transitional colored clothing. Something had changed and it was probably not going to go well for him..

“Mr. Millard, please recap my rules on war veterans and the positions they may be hired for."

“I offered her a performer's position because she said she wanted to make some money quickly." he retorted. “I didn't tell her she had to take it, Sir, I just offered it as an alternative."

“Mr. Millard, we have had this conversation once too often. Please go by payroll and get your last check. I assure you, you will get escorted there, then out the door. Good evening and good riddance, Mr. Millard."

The security guard followed Randall out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind them. Chuck made two more calls, the first asking payroll to cut Randall's last check and the second asking Rita to bring him Cami's application and some proper forms from the former hiring agent's office.

“Camille, I have to apologize for any rough treatment you've received since you were hired," Chuck began to tell her, thinking the situation over. “Sweetheart, I'm not familiar with your background so maybe you can enlighten me."

“Sir, I'm an IMT 15X Advanced Heavy Combat model, based on a Brandon 67 Proof Of Concept design with a few specialized enhancements for my job. I was initially trained for Urban Insurgent Neutralization but I've been given additional training in general security and cooking." she replied.

“OK, I think I might have a position for you," Chuck proffered up. “I'm looking to improve security here, since we've had several of our ladies kidnapped right out from under our noses."

“What would I be doing?" Cami asked out of a need to know.

“I'm putting together a roving security detail supervised by our video surveillance department. They would communicate anything out of the ordinary to you so you could check it out." Chuck stated. “You would make $22.00 USD per hour, reduced rates on your lodging if you wish to stay on-site, free meals and medical. How does that sound to you?"

“How much are the lodging rates?" she asked, giving this offer some serious thought. A place of her own again ...

“Well, we have some small rooms that have a mini-kitchenette for $300 USD a month, a bigger room with a medium sized kitchenette and couch for $450 USD a month and finally a full suite with a regular kitchen, dining area, living room and a separate bedroom for $600 USD. Maid services are included with all of them." the boss rattled off.

“Would I be armed?" she asked, wondering if they used deadly force here.

“You would have an Asp baton, sap gloves, mace, handcuffs and a very high-powered taser." Chuck replied. “Oh, I almost forgot, a radio and a six-cell Mag-Lite." he added.

“Body armor?" she queried.

“Only if you really think you might need it. I personally would call that overkill but that's up to you."

“Sir, I was a security guard in a shopping mall and I can't tell you just how naked I felt without some kind of armor on my torso." Cami related to her boss.

“Tell me, how long were you in?" Chuck asked, thinking this statement was sort of odd.

“I was in for my five full years and my rank was E7, Staff Sergeant in Her Royal Majesty's Australian Army."

“So, I take it you were discharged honorably. Did you receive your combat pay?"

“No, Sir. I lost contact with my liaison over a year ago. I couldn't find the information on who to contact in Australia to get it sent to me." she told her boss.

“Camille, it's not like I haven't heard that before. Let me make a call for you." He pulled out his Blackberry again, dialing a very long number on it. He put the device on speakerphone so Cami could hear both ends of the conversation.

“General Throckmorton's office," the lady that answered announced.

“Hello Catheryn, This is Charles Waddell. May I speak with Andrew, please?"

“Oh, Captain Waddell, so nice to hear your voice again. Just a moment."

there was some clicking and popping, then a distinguished Australian-sounding male voice spoke up.

“General Throckmorton here."

“Hello, Andrew. This is Charles Waddell calling."

“Captain Waddell, you old sidewinder! How have you been?"

“I've been well, Andrew. Listen, I hate to cut to the chase so quickly but I have a former soldier sitting here that hasn't received her combat pay. Can you look into this for me?"

“Why certainly! What is the soldier's serial number?"

Chuck motioned for Cami to tell them her information.

“Sir, my serial is Charlie 967 3846 1200 Alpha Tango 1, Sir."

“Ah, I see ... So, you're Staff Sergeant Camille Ann Carter, eh? You're quite the decorated soldier, for a chimera. Tell me, have you had any more troubles since they replaced your CPU?"

“No, Sir."

“Well, as a veteran, we would have to help you with that if you have any problems later on. Now, where would you like your combat pay sent to? I suppose you probably work for Captain Waddell so how about I send it there, care of the Captain?"

“That would be okay, Sir." Cami offered up.

“Fine, then. One check for approximately $150,000 USD, give or take a few dollars, will be on its way sometime tomorrow."

“HOW MUCH?!?" Cami blurted out, almost falling out of her chair.

“You have five years of combat pay in a Class 'A' hostile zone coming, Sergeant. We normally would pay a soldier monthly but sadly, you chimerae were paid differently. Such a pity, really. Some of your kind were never allowed to be discharged, just sold off like cattle. Not right, if you ask me."

“No, Sir. It wasn't right at all." Cami proffered up.

“I see here your liaison is no longer with us. I will be passing along your name to a new liaison contact in Hawaii, Staff Sergeant Carter. He will get in touch with you in a few days."

“Thank you, Sir."

“No, Thank You, Staff Sergeant Camille Carter, for you heroic and selfless duty for Her Royal Majesty's Australian Army."

“Um, Andrew, is it OK if she wears her ribbons on her security uniform?" Chuck asked, giving Cami a smile.

“As long as she's wearing them with pride, I don't see why not. She's eligible to wear eleven ribbons in all. Tell you what, Captain, I'll have some mini-ribbons, an Australian Service Medal and a Purple Heart from the Yanks sent over for her."

“A Purple Heart?" Cami asked, seeming somewhat stunned.

“Well, that processor replacement required you to have surgery. Same as taking a bullet in the eyes of the US Army." The General proffered up. “Will you be needing anything else, Captain?"

“No, as always Andrew, you have saved the day again." Chuck said with a smile.

“I do hope you will stop by the next time you come this way," the General suggested.

“Wouldn't miss it for the world. We could talk about Somalia and all the misadventures we had there."

“Ah yes ... I suppose that would be appropriate," Andrew mused. “Well, have to be going now."

“Talk to you later, then. Give your wife my love."

“I most certainly will. Ta, Captain." the General said just as he ended the call.

“OK, Cami, what have you decided?" Chuck asked, smiling as he filled out the new paperwork brought to him.

“I think I might like a big suite, Sir," she replied, trying to keep from crying tears of happiness.

Tigre rolled her chair closer to the femme Wolverine, hugging her tightly.

“Go ahead, Cami, cry if you want to." the white tigress told her. “We're all glad for you so go ahead, cry if you need to."

Cami did just that.

***

“So how was your night with Master?" Trisha asked as she worked with Lisa, teaching her the fine art of the whip. They were currently using a simulant, just to improve her striking strength skills. The tigress trainer had already proven her targeting skills, being able to strike any point on the simulated performer with a high degree of accuracy.

“I had no idea he had that kind of endurance," she stated, giving Trisha a wide smile that showed off her dangerous-looking teeth.

“Um, he is a real lover," Trisha mused, thinking about her first encounter in bed with the major share holder of Blue Hawaii.

“He showed me some real interesting knots, too." Lisa stated, putting a very light strike on the simulant, making the tamer smile. Lisa appeared to have finally mastered the knack of striking just hard enough to not break the skin, which was important. If the skin isn't broken, there was no need for a med-tech to look at the performer.

“Lisa, I want you to try something here," Trisha suggested, walking over to the simulant, then removing her bustier. “I want you to lay a few real light ones on me, center of my back, between my shoulder blades."

“Trisha! I can't do that!" the tigress blurted out.

“Look, do a very light strike, just like the last one you put of this simulant. If you want to, grab that purple whip. It's lighter than yours and I'll guarantee you can't cut me with it." Trisha stated, pulling her mane out of the way and draping her arms over the simulant's shoulders.

Lisa switched whips to the purple training whip, trying it out for feel. It was about half the weight of hers and it was very hard to crack properly.

“Trisha, forgive me if I accidentally hurt you," she said, getting ready to go.

“Don't worry, Lisa. Just go ahead, I know what a good strike feels like."

Lisa positioned her whip, giving it a pretty hard flick to strike Trisha. The buckskin filly flinched, but didn't make a sound right away.

“Very good, Lisa. Again." Trisha finally told her.

The tigress did it a second time, getting a grunt from her trainer this time.

“That would have cut me if you had used your regular whip," the tamer stated, turning around to face her trainee. Trisha spread her arms and tipped her head up and to the left. “Go ahead, right between the breasts."

“Okay ..." Lisa said hesitantly as she prepared herself. This felt all wrong but she was just following directions from her trainer. She gave her whip a hard flick, not quite as hard as the last one. The strike went right between her trainer's breasts, leaving a mark in her coat.

“Uunngghhh!" Trish grunted, cringing a bit. “Nice one, Lisa. Do it again, just that hard." Trisha gritted her teeth in anticipation, doubling over a bit from the next hit to her body, almost right on top of the previous strike.

“Are you okay?" Lisa asked, coming over to see about the filly.

“I'm just fine, Sweetie. It's good to see you're concerned, too. Get your performer's attention, but be concerned about their condition." Trisha stated as she rubbed her chest. “Those would have gotten my attention, back in the day. Nice strikes, by the way."

“Why did you have me do that?" Lisa queried.

“I just wanted to make sure you could strike another female. There have been times when a trainer just couldn't do it for the life of her. You passed with flying colors."

“I can tell you I didn't enjoy striking you like that," Lisa told her training partner as she rolled the light whip up and put it away.

“Well, I'll be honest; I don't like to use the whip either. It's all about getting the new girls on the right track here and reinforcing the fact that they need to stay with the program." Trisha replied while she slipped her bustier back on. “Now, let's go get some lunch."

***