Lisa snuggled into the cozyness of the SUV's heated seat as Matt drove them back to the warehouse. It was past 2am and the streets were more or less deserted. Lisa had forgotten she was only wearing her short coat and shoes, she was too tired to be bothered to change when they had left.

"You look tired"

"Another late night ....."

"But all you had to do was lay there! " Matt jested kindly.

"True, but you know, it all catches up on you".

Lisa yawned. In fairness it hadn't been the toughest gig she had ever done. She had arrived on site at the clients swanky uptown apartment late afternoon. On arrival she had been ushered into the kitchen where Matt had had her strip and lay down on a large stainless steel surfaced trolley. Lisa barely hesitated to comply, much less to wonder how such instructions now seemed an entirely normal part of her life. Once she had stopped wriggling from the cold on her back and thighs Matt had posed her carefully, arms by her sides and feet just a few inches apart and popped a japanese style pillow in the form of a small wooden block under her head. He had then rubbed her shoulders and neck. Once the familair warm tingle had passed Lisa had found she was all but paralysed. She could still smile , move her eyes and wiggle her fingers and toes slightly but aside from that at the most gentle of breaths she couldn't move a muscle.

Matt had whispered " rescue you later" into Lisa's ear before leaving her to the ministrations of the cluster of other people in the room. Soon Lisa's suspicions were confirmed and they were carefully arranging a huge variety of sushi morsels around her and more importantly on her. The jewel like items were cold and clammy on her skin but she laid there helpless as she was adorned with an elaborate japanese banquet. A small heart shaped banana leaf spared just a hint of Lisa's modesty as it was placed over her immaculately smooth pussy and laden with tasty treats. Otherwise the food was placed straight on to her, skin, arms, thighs, legs, breasts  and tummy all beautifully adorned with the artistic meal. Once both Lisa and the trolley were fully loaded they had added a large metal cover and Lisa was left, presumably until dinner was served. 

It had been some time later when Lisa felt the trolley move. She could see why they needed Matt, no way could she have laid still this amount of time without his magic touch. With a blink the lid was removed and Lisa was revealed to the guest's warm applause. She couldn't help feel slightly concerned that she didn't really feel one bit self conscious. Unable to talk or barely move Lisa was left only able to offer a finger wiggle or and enigmatic smile as the guests used fingers and chopsticks to help themselves to the meal. She had a feeling she recognised a few faces, it seemed Matt's skyscraper bondage stunt had produced some useful new business contacts. The constant brush of fingers and press of chopsticks became very distracting and Lisa was soon yearning for some more solid stimulation. As the party progressed however she couldn't help but notice that people became accustomed to her presence and looked less as the helped themselves to her wares. She had lost all track of time by the time she was recovered with the lid and the trolley pushed back out to the kitchen.

The thud of a pothole jolted Lisa back to the car. She looked at the clock again. "It barely seems worth going home to bed. In fact given how little time I seem to spend there these days I kinda grudge paying the rent".

"Have you thought any more about how you are going to break the true nature of your new job to your friends ? Its been a few months now and I know they were curious?"

"Well they are sure wondering how come I keep disappearing for days and even weeks ... And why I am not out as much. But its not the easiest subject to broach. Given some of the things I have ......"

"You know if only spending a few nights a month at your flat is getting you down, you could give it up and stay at the warehouse most the time when you aren't working. For the few nights you want to go out and stuff a hotel would work out cheaper and you wouldn't have any chores".

"But there's no were to sleep at the warehouse, just storage and offices. And what about all my stuff? " 

"Plenty of space to store your stuff at the warehouse Lisa, happy to help if it means you can save for your own place quicker. And as for your friends, why not just show them?"

"Show them what ? Tickets for a show ... ok ... possible but that barely covers a half of it really does it ? Or show them something really full on ......don't think so!"

Lisa looked at the clock and sighed again as the warehouse door closed behind the SUV and Matt put the couple of bags from the trunk onto racks in the warehouse. It wasn't a huge space but was very neatly organised with carefully racks of props boxes outfits blades and accessories. All you needed to put on a magic show , or something a bit more kinky.

"So, I don't think we have anything on till the night club show on Saturday.."

"Ok" Lisa agreed absent mindedly, realising that she wasnt perhaps dressed for the short walk home. "So if I were to stay here, how would that work. You sort of avoided that part of the question"

"I always try and avoid that part of all your questions "

"I noticed. But I am being serious. Just wondering how it would work"

Matt smiled kindly .

"Well I can easily get more of the special assignments to fill up the diary a bit. If you are on site then you won't need a home as much. And you would be earning more. I know you really want to get a place of your own and I was just saying I would help if I could"

"And if you hadn't pimped me out to some kinky client ? " Lisa smiled back

"Well I would just store you here "

"Store me ? I am not a prop"