Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Too Good To Be True Chapter 3 This story contains sexual situations that should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did. This story is copyright Amanda 2003 (C) please do not reproduce this work without my prior approval as it is close to my heart. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- A couple of days later her supervisor asked if she could, as a special favour, and of course at double time, work a couple of hours longer tomorrow to help cover for Alison who had left the previous week and had not yet been replaced, rather giving the lie to her supervisors claims that people were queuing up to do her job when she had once more complained about the uniform she was expected to wear. Her boss knew how strapped for cash she was and might have been suspicious if she'd refused so reluctantly she agreed. She told them at dinner that she would be late home that night and they had both said it was OK and that they understood. On arriving at her table however she was informed that Alison had finally been replaced and that she wouldn't need to work late after all. She thought about phoning and letting Jane know but decided to surprise her instead. Sharon's whole world collapsed as she opened the door to her front room. They were sitting together on the sofa, Jane in Sharon's best satin silk robe the hem having fallen back revealing her thighs that he was touching tenderly, his other arm around her back stroking her through the silky material, his mouth next to her ear whispering the same things to Jane as he had so recently to Sharon. On the table in front of them were 2 almost empty wine glasses, one stained with Sharon's favourite lipstick that Jane had used along with her deep blue eye shadow, she looked to Sharon like a complete slut and Sharon told her so, regretting the hurt her words caused as soon as they passed her lips, but how could her lovely young innocent little girl do such a thing, and with him, who had shagged her almost senseless professing his undying love. It was at him that she directed the worst of her words and fists, venomous curses ringing in his ears as she threw him out of the house, all the time his grin never faltered. Sharon returned to the front room and Jane sitting there sobbing softly. Sharon wanted to berate her, tell her how stupid she was but her heart melted and she sat and held her daughter to her, rubbing her back gently until the tears finally dried up. "I'm so sorry, mom. I've ruined everything haven't I?" Jane said through sobs. "He just showed some interest in me and no ones ever done that before I was flattered I really thought he liked me, he said you wouldn't mind me using a little of your makeup and that I looked pretty and then he poured out the wine, I felt so grown up. Oh mom I'm so sorry." The waterworks started again and Sharon cried too, for her daughter and for the fact that he had been a pig just like the rest. Sharon thought that was the end of it, but 2 nights later he strolled up to her table, bold as brass and signalled for her to start the 'whammy deal'. Sharon just continued to deal normally slowly reducing his stack of chips, trying to decide whether to notify the pit boss. This option however was denied her as he said sotto voce. "Do it or I spill the beans and then go round to your house and screw the arse off your little plain Jane. It won't take long I can have my prick in her before you've even started to remove that muck from your face" Sharon wanted to scream but couldn't because of the overhead microphones. And so he started to win again. Sharon thought that when he got to 2 thousand he'd stop then maybe at 20K but he didn't, and, as his pile increased, more and more spectators gathered round. Sharon could feel the beads of sweat forming on her temples, streaking the panstick base as they slid down her face, as she glanced at the clock and realised she still had 10 minutes left before she was replaced. With the knowledge that he would win 2 out of 3 hands even taking into account the plant that was playing like a complete novice in the final seat he kept increasing the bets. By the time Sharon's replacement dealer appeared he had 150,000 big ones which he scooped up and headed for the cash window to the applause of all the other, mainly unsuccessful, punters. On her way to the staff rest room Sharon found herself accompanied by 2 bit bosses in their expensive grey suits and earpieces. "Mr McKinley would like a word with you." The suit on the right said and Sharon's heart skipped several beats as she allowed herself to be escorted to the office of the 'Director of Security'. "Ah come in Sharon, please take a seat." the heavy set but muscular chief greeted her as the door was opened by suit number 2 whilst the other guided Sharon by the elbow into the room and closed the door behind her. Sharon glanced over her shoulder and realised there was no handle on this side. "I'm sorry that we've never had the chance to meet before." Mr McKinley said in an avuncular way that still made Sharon wish that she never had met him. "But certain." Mr McKinley continued. "Shall we say anomalies have recently been brought to my attention and I thought you might be able to shed some light on them." Mr McKinley obviously had a sense of timing for no sooner had the words left his lips than the office lights dimmed and Sharon could see the large TV behind Mr McKinley's desk spring to life showing an aerial view of Sharon's blackjack table. "I know I lost heavily tonight, sir." Sharon started to explain but stopped as the view zoomed in on her hands and slowed allowing even the most stupid person to see how the 'Whammy Deal' worked. "You see my problem, Sharon" Mr McKinley said still playing the concerned uncle. "The casino, whose security I am entrusted with, lost $150,000 tonight and unfortunately my men were unable to detain your accomplice. So I am left with only one source of recompense. You!" Sharon tried to explain about her daughter and how that lowlife had threatened to violate her but Mr McKinley was apparently not interested. "I have a reputation to maintain." Mr McKinley said stopping Sharon, who was only too well aware of the 'Doberman's' reputation, in mid track. "If I can't catch the person with the money my only option is to get it from you. I don't suppose you have that kind of cash on you?" Mr McKinley said thoughtfully, and Sharon let him know his assumption was correct by starting to sob. "Here." Mr McKinley said passing Sharon a handkerchief. "Can't abide a woman who sobs so easily." Sharon dabbed her eyes noticing the panstick and mascara smudges on the pure white linen as she said. "I don't have that kind of money anywhere." "That's too bad." The Doberman replied. "You have a week to find it, if not we shall have to explore other er avenues" He didn't finish the sentence, he didn't need to Sharon decided there and then that she most certainly didn't want to explore any avenues and especially no alleyways with this man. Mr McKinley pressed a button on his desk and the door was opened by the suit outside. "I believe it's your daughters 16th Birthday in a weeks time I do hope you will be able to enjoy it together." There and then Sharon decided that no matter what, she would raise the money even as Mr McKinley said to the bald headed suit with no neck. "Please escort Sharon off the premises. Any personal possessions will be waiting for her at the exit." Wordlessly the suits guided Sharon through the warren of corridors to the rear door of the casino, it was only when they arrived and Sharon was handed a bag containing her day wear and purse that she realised she was still 'done up for work'. Surely they wouldn't throw her out like this, but of course they did. Sharon tried to hide in the shadows whilst she got the money from her purse for a taxi, but when she opened it everything was there except the $2000 dollars. She stood there sobbing as she realised she didn't even have the bus fare home, she would have to walk. She looked in the bag but could only find one of her shoes and so began the slow walk home in the stilettos. Several times as she walked along cars drove passed slowly before turning and pulling up alongside her. She ignored them not giving them the satisfaction of knowing how cheap she felt. She almost contemplated asking one of them for a lift but thought better of it. Fortunately no one saw her as she turned into her own street, makeup totally smeared from her tears, her feet burning. She reached the sanctuary of her house and ran straight upstairs to the bathroom calling out to Jane that she was going to take a bath. She sat on the toilet and cried her eyes out. The following morning Sharon told Jane that she had been made redundant and that money would be even tighter than before until Sharon could find more work. It nearly broke Sharon's heart to see Jane realise that her dream party was not going to happen. Just then the post arrived, more bills and one white A4 envelope postmarked 2 days earlier. Strangely it was addressed to both Sharon and Jane. Sharon almost threw it straight in the bin assuming it to be yet another marketing opportunity. But shrugged and opened it. A handwritten letter accompanied a glossy brochure which was very professionally produced the front cover bearing the title. "Miss Amanda Levres Presents" Gemini's Modelling Makeovers We make dreams come true. The company logo reflected the Gemini theme and was a silhouette of 2 women with long flowing hair standing legs akimbo arms around each others waist. From the cover smiled out what Sharon took to be a pair of identical twins, all lips teeth and eyes. The letter that started. "Dear Mrs Reynolds "Let me be the first to congratulate you." Once again Sharon's instinct was to dump it, but carried on reading anyway "Please let me introduce myself to you. I am Miss Amanda Levres the founder and sole proprietor of Gemini's, a small but well respected company in the modelling world. Our attention to detail and ability to find just the right girls for the right jobs is renowned throughout the industry. Despite my obviously French name I am in fact English and moved here a couple of years ago after spending several rewarding years as a teacher at a Private School for young ladies. "Our company specialises in Mother Daughter modelling pairs. The couple on the front of our brochure are currently in the Bahamas on an assignment with a very wealthy client of ours." Sharon looked back at the brochure and on careful examination realised that the girls were not identical twins at all but as the letter suggested more likely mother and daughter! Intrigued she continued to read. "It is not unusual for such a pair to earn in excess of $500,000 a year. So why am I writing to you? Well your names were given to me by a trusted friend and scout for my agency and on the strength of his previous recommendations I have taken the liberty of booking you both in for one of our special mother daughter transformation sessions on Friday the 10th, which I understand is your daughters 16th birthday!" 'Here comes the sell.' Sharon thought to herself cynically but read on regardless "Thought I was going to try and sell you something didn't you. Well I'm not. All I ask is that you and your daughter attend our session, it lasts a full 8 hours, full details are in the brochure. At the end of the session we will take some 'portfolio' shots and use them to decide if we want to sign you to our agency. "How much does all this cost you? Nothing nada zilch. We are a respected agency and as such are willing to speculate to accumulate, consequently we will pay each of you $2500 providing you follow all our instructions during the day. Even if we don't decide to sign you, although I'm sure that wont be the case as I have clients just queuing up for people like you and your daughter Jane, then you can keep the photos either as a memento or to use to apply to other agencies. "So what do you have to lose? At worst you will have wasted 8 hours but be $5000 better off and at best you can have a whole new rewarding life. "Yours sincerely "Amanda Levres." During the following week as Sharon tried in vane to raise the money that dip shit had cost her, she went time and again to the brochure 'There must be a catch.' Sharon had thought but as she read through the brochure and the glowing comments from some previous 'visitors', some, though not all of whom now worked exclusively for Gemini, she began to convince herself that it really was too good to be true. Something in that statement had nagged at the back of her mind but she had ignored it. 'So I either put myself into hock for the rest of my life,' Sharon thought to herself. 'Or I let me and Jane spend a day being Pampered and Preened, Cosseted and Cared for, Treated and Transformed.' The author of the brochure obviously had a thing for alliteration. 'Then when I get the $5000 we run like hell to some godforsaken backwater.' By the end of the 6th day, the day before Jane's 16th birthday Sharon gave up the fight and sitting next to Jane passed her the now well thumbed brochure saying. "As I lost my job, Honey, I couldn't get you anything special for your birthday but I thought this would be a nice treat. Even if we don't want to go into modelling at least we will have a nice day and the photos." Jane wasn't keen but knew how much her mom worried about money now that she was unemployed and it might be kind of fun, it wouldn't hurt to pretend she was thrilled. "Thanks mom." Jane said kissing Sharon on the cheek. "When are we booked in?" "Tomorrow." Sharon said with a false smile. "It will be a really special day for us, Honey."