Miranda had finally quit her job after six years as a financial planner. It paid well and she had enjoyed it, but it wasn't her passion. Her passion and dream job had always been with cooking. In the short term, she had set up a small catering business. Something that she had always wanted to do. There were a few clients arranged during the initial stages; friends, family, former co-workers. Long term, she had a solid business plan. Eventually, she would like to open her own restaurant. She already knew someone, a long time friend, who was willing to lease his property to her at a discount price in a few years. As Miranda was out having a walk in the park during the week, she sat down on a park bench and checked her phone for messages. There was an email that grabbed her attention, and she remembered the email address, which was from a woman whom she had assisted a while ago. The email was entitled: Urgent! I hear you do catering now. She had no idea what any of the shorthand slang meant, but she didn't really think it was important. After all, what's the worst that it could mean? The financial numbers looked incredibly attractive and that was all that mattered to her at the time. She remembered the couple well. Back when she was a financial planner, she had helped Jenny and Richard use a rather large inheritance, along with their savings, to help them start a series of adult businesses. They were bondage themed businesses, which Miranda thought was mildly amusing. They were nice people and a loving couple. They were normal in every way, so far as stereotypes went, like the dream neighbors next door. They just happened to invest their money into a bondage studio where guests could come and enjoy the full experience. The last she heard, their businesses were doing well and they managed to turn in a decent monthly profit. Accepting the job was an easy decision. It paid extremely well. And she thought they were an amazing couple. The aspects of their lifestyle were kind of a strange thing to provide catering to, but Miranda was an adult, and she prided herself on being professional. She felt that she could handle any situation so long as she was treated with the proper respect. She texted her reply to Jenny's number: Hi. Suddenly things were looking good. A text came in return: thx!!! They continued texting back and forth, sorting out the small details. Then it was unofficially confirmed. Miranda had the job and it made her smile. She had no trouble finding it thanks to her GPS, and the fact that the roads were simple. When she was parking her car in the driveway of the property, she saw Jenny coming out to greet her. They smiled and gave each other hugs. They had always gotten along well and it had been months since they last saw each other. Miranda congratulated Jenny on the wedding and they made other small talk as time passed. Then came a tour of the ranch-style property, where the wedding would be held. It was an old place, but it had been fully renovated. At first glance, it looked like the home of an average couple, with normal things you'd expect to find in a person's home. But there were other things, upon closer look. In the living room, there were pictures of the happy couple posing together in skimpy outfits, with broad smiles on their faces. There were whips and crops displaying on different mantles. There were also a few bondage rooms, but Miranda wasn't interested in seeing those. What was private, stayed private so far as she was concerned. The important things were the large hall, which would be used for the dining area, and the kitchen nearby. They'll be helping to serve and prepare the food. But it's a lifestyle that many people secretly enjoy. Who knows, maybe you'll fall in love with it? We'd love to have you as a client. I'll make sure you get special discounts. I'm far too bland for that. But everyone has a dirty side. That's what makes it so fun. I trust that you're a great cook. The women in my family have always cooked for large numbers of people. The best food you can imagine. That comes with having a long lineage of Italian and French family members. I like the sound of this already. And we'd need an array of deserts, particularly liquidy desserts like cream, fruit syrup, and chocolate syrup. You can guess why. Exactly what Richard and I, along with our guests, want. Now we need to discuss your part. It can be reheated here, no problem. But after the wedding, when the food is served, you're expected to present the food, per the rules of the wedding. Suddenly her dream job was turning into a nightmare. She felt devastated that she would soon have to refuse the job. Jenny cupped her own mouth briefly. Did you understand the terminology I used in the email? I typed it so fast; I was in such a hurry. I thought you would understand it since you helped with our businesses nearly a year ago. Maybe you can present the meal, or a friend of yours. That's how it usually works for these types of weddings. I mean, why do you think we're paying so much? I'm sorry Jenny, but I have to... At this stage, it'll be nearly impossible to find another caterer in time for the wedding. And I really like you. Richard adores you too. You'll be a great fit for our wedding. When you helped us establish our businesses, it seemed like you had a curious eye towards everything. I'm always that way towards clients. I saw it as I showed you around, and you were imagining it. There's something about this that grabs your attention. That makes you feel alive. That touches something inside of you. It's been sort of a fantasy of mine for a while, long before I met you. You know, the exchange of power, serving, things like that. I've always been a people-person. In my entire adult life, I've always been serving people, whether it's finances or food. I guess that's just how I am. I know it's a major thing for someone like you. I'll send you some material to review tonight. Then after you spend some time with it, email me and let me know your decision. I'll accept whatever decision you make. No hard feelings whatsoever. It'll be a little greasier than we expected, but that would be our only option. Send me the material. I'll think it over. There was even a typed message from Jenny: Dear Miranda, I enjoyed our chat today and I think we have great chemistry. I fully understand if you wish to decline, and I sincerely hope we can remain friends. Please look over the material. Please keep an open mind. Lastly, please understand that the people who will be attending our wedding aren't perverts, and they aren't deviants. They are normal everyday people. Financial people, teachers, accountants, church goers, religious, atheists, next door neighbors. Every act is totally voluntary. We pride ourselves on consent. Most of all, we pride ourselves on the amazing orgasms we give each other. The message made Miranda smile for some reason. She was willing to keep an open mind to the different things she was sent. She scrolled through the different material which Jenny had sent. It was eye-catching stuff to say the least. Nothing that Miranda hadn't seen before. Like the vast majority of internet users, Miranda has seen her fair share of online porn. And she had seen plenty of bondage stuff when she used to work for the happy couple. But it was the look of contentment in the features of those in the respective dominant and submissive positions that kept her attention the most - the sheer depth of the love and trust distinctly came across. But this was different. Miranda wasn't looking at the images for purposes of pure titillation. She was looking at the images wondering if she could possibly be in the same room while it happened. Even more importantly, she'd be naked. Fully naked, from head to toe. Miranda remembered the magic number, that there'd be at least 60 people there in all. Sure, Miranda had fantasies. And sure, she had exhibitionist fantasies too. But both at the same time? In front of so many people? The thought made her breathe harder On her computer screen, there was a video of a woman bent over being flogged. It took a few seconds to realize that the woman on screen was Jenny. The soon-to-married Jenny was naked and her ass was being flogged. But Jenny clearly loved it. Smiles appeared on her face between her screams. Others appeared on screen. It became a full-on gangbang. Men and women had flipped her over, sucked her nipples, sucked her pussy, and fucked her. Most surprising of all, the people in the video weren't pornstars. They weren't models with perfect bodies. They were regular people. The kinds of people who worked all day and didn't have time to spend hours in the gym, kind of like Miranda herself. Suddenly, Miranda felt a lot less insecure about the whole thing. What would be the downside? She'd be getting paid generously. She'd be taking her food career to the next step. And she'd get to indulge in every single fantasy she's ever had, all at once. This would be her chance. Nobody there would judge her. Nobody there would make that information public. Whatever happened at the wedding would stay there. The information would never spread. Miranda picked up her phone and gave Jenny a call, who was ecstatic over the news. They made the final confirmations and Jenny emailed a contract, which Miranda printed out, signed, and then scanned back to Jenny. They'd help prepare the food in Miranda's kitchen, then on the day of the wedding, she'd load everything in her SUV and head to the wedding. In the past few years, Miranda had the pleasure of attending three of them. One for her sister, another for an ex-colleague, and the other for a close friend. But this was much different. Miranda found that out after parking her vehicle and two naked women came to help carry the trays of food. It was a sight which she had expected to see. Miranda was no prude when it came to nudity. She was someone who had been in the gym all her life although not as much recently so she was used to seeing naked or nearly naked women waltzing around. What made this strange was that it was so brazen in the outdoor area. We've heard much about you. They got quickly acquainted and the women had no shame with nudity. We'll set everything up in the kitchen. We've got plenty of kitchen experience. The event is still in the beginning stages and there are a few guests here already. You can just get naked here and walk inside. We'll handle the food. Jenny is in her bedroom preparing for the wedding. Remember, as soon as you get inside, you'll have to get naked. It would ruin the atmosphere if anyone saw you dressed. She walked upright and stiff at the idea that she'd have to soon be naked. Her heart was pounding and it felt like she had just completed a workout. The moment she entered, her eyes skimmed the main hall. A few people were around. Men in nice suits were gathering in a small circle, laughing and joking with each other as they had drinks. There was one naked woman who was walking around. It looked as though she was helping to prepare the dining tables. No one had seen Miranda yet as she stood by the entrance. God, this was it. Her eyes locked onto a nearby bathroom, and when the coast was clear, she briskly walked to the private area, shutting the door behind her. It was just her, all alone. She looked in the mirror and wondered how she got herself into this crazy mess. Then she realized the answer, this was for her career, the money, and to explore her sexual fantasies. She repeated it in her mind. It became her mantra: This is for my career. I've been hired to do a job. This is my chance to explore. And I love weddings. After the seventh time repeating that to herself mentally, she decided she was ready. The first step was to remove her shoes and socks. The next step was to remove her outer clothing. She looked at herself in the mirror, standing only in her bra and panties. Her makeup looked decent and her hair was alright. She reached back to unclasp her bra. She reached below to pull her panties away. Miranda's naked reflection looked back at her. She ran her fingers through her hair for the final touch, giving her that casual breezy look. Not bad, she thought. Especially for someone her age who's spent the past six years in an office. She noticed her nipples hardening. There was no doubt about it. She was aroused from being naked in the bathroom. And she was aroused at the idea that she would soon step out into the wedding with zero clothes on. Also, she remembered, there may be themes of bondage later. But that wasn't her concern. Her focus was presenting the food after the marriage proceeding. A deep breath for confidence. Miranda grabbed her pile of clothes and shoes, then she opened the door, stepping out in the dining hall, naked. To her surprise, the thing she noticed first was the feeling on her feet. The floor was cold and she felt so exposed with no shoes. As she put her clothes down in a safe spot, she felt even more exposed. There was nothing to cover her tits or her cleanly shaven vagina. As she stood there awkwardly, the other women passed by, carrying the trays of food. Hands to your side. The small group of men took quick glances at her. A few minutes later, naked Miranda found her destination, Jenny's bedroom. The door was slightly open and she gave a few knocks. When Miranda entered, she saw Jenny, naked as can be, sitting in front of the dresser, putting the final touches on her makeup. There was a small white veil on her head, along with a red rose tucked on her left ear.
