Chapter 1 - The Discovery Amy felt tired. She had been working as a chambermaid in the hotel for almost six months. She had become quite good at the job and her bosses were very happy with her. Nevertheless, she had been feeling exhausted at the end of every shift in the last week. She concluded that maybe the job was becoming too routine and she was seeking a bit of excitement in her life.
Her social life was not too healthy either. For one thing, she had never seen herself as especially attractive. She felt short at 5 feet and 2 inches tall. She had shoulder-length brown-colored hair. When looking in a mirror, she saw a brown-skinned, somewhat plump woman with too-full legs. In her opinion, her only redeeming quality were her large breasts, which strained against the dark blue uniform she wore. Self consciously, she tightened her abs hoping that they would firm up. She felt the skirt was a bit short although she was lucky that she was wearing black pantyhose to slim her legs somewhat.
She came upon the last room to be fixed up for that day and it turned out to be the businessman's suite on that floor. She sighed knowing that it would take a while to clean and prep the room.
She pressed the door chime and spoke into the panel, "Chambermaid!" With no answer, she let herself in with her key card and went to work. She saw that the bed was unmade, as if someone had jumped out of bed in a hurry. She was just about to fix that when she saw an object on the work table. She went closer and saw that it was a shiny red orb that was set in what looked to be a strap, complete with silver buckle. Beside that were handcuffs, but not the ones typically used by policemen. These were gold-colored with a soft padding within the cuffs. She got a glimpse of the open laptop and it showed pictures of women bound and restrained in various poses. Her eyes widened wondering what all this meant.
"See anything you like?" said a voice behind her. She gasped and pivoted clumsily dropping the pillow that she had gotten from the bed.
Amy saw a tall and handsome caucasian man. He towered over her by at least 5 inches and he was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. He did not seem angry. In fact, he had a slight smile on his face.
"I-I'm sorry sir! I didn't mean to pry," said Amy shrinking against the wall.
The man went to the laptop, glanced at it and softly closed it. He turned to Amy and said, "I see you've seen some of my work. Let me introduce myself. Robert Cooper, photographer, at your service. My friends call me Rob." He extended a large hand and Amy shook it tentatively, looking at her small hand disappear within his large paw. The skin-to-skin contact sent a jolt of something up her arm. She looked at him and he was beaming.
"It's actually part of a project I'm working on. Don't worry, these women were not forced into anything. They're all models and, believe it or not, people pay money for photos of this sort," Rob explained.
"They agreed to be tied up?" said Amy finally finding her voice, "But doesn't it hurt?"
"Oh no! You wouldn't last long in this business if your models don't trust you to take care of them!" said Rob.
"I wish I could be a model," said Amy wistfully, thinking aloud.
"Why not? You're pretty enough!" said Rob with a smile and Amy felt he cheeks flush at the compliment and that incredible smile. She noticed that he had dimples on his strong and angular face, twinkling eyes, bushy eyebrows and curly black hair. She tried not to look at his tanned and toned torso. For some reason, Amy felt her heart beat just a tad faster as if noticing the handsome man for the first time.
"Oh no! But I'd better get to work now," said Amy evading the conversation.
"Can I at least take a picture of you?" asked Rob.
"Wearing this? But..." demurred Amy.
But Rob had fetched his digital camera and was now pointing it at her. He took several snaps and showed Amy the raw shots.
"See? You are photogenic!" enthused Rob, "Don't sell yourself short. I can see potential, you know."
Surprised, Amy saw the pics and was amazed at how good she looked.
Rob then said, "Tell you what, would you consider doing a pictorial, just to prove your potential?"
Amy was stunned. Never in her life had she thought of being a model, but here was a professional photographer offering her a chance. She nodded and said, "My shift ends in one hour."
"Great! Come back here and I'll take your photos. It shouldn't take more than half an hour."
Amy finished prepping the room in a slight daze as Rob finished his shower. She was leaving as Rob stepped out of the bathroom topless, wearing blue jeans and toweling his hair dry.
"See you in an hour?" asked Rob with a dazzling smile on his face. Amy could only nod and closed the door softly behind her.
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Amy went through the last hour of her shift thinking how it would be like modeling and at the back of her mind, she was intrigued by the pictures of the helpless tied up women that she saw. She was excited and yet wondered what it would be like getting tied up.
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Apologies for the lack of tie up scenes but I wanted to set up the right mood and ease Amy into the ropes.
but he seems to be quite the gentleman, it's just a matter of is it fact, or act 
