Chain Story Idea

[LadynStFreknBed]

I am almost finished with the 1st chapter of a chain story.
Here's the premise:
Jenny is introduced to the life in a whore house by her bestfriend, Amanda. Amanda is trying to recruit Jenny. Jenny is introduced to the other women. Each woman has a specialty, which corresponds with different categories on Lit.

Each chapter will be Jenny's lesson by a different woman of the house. For example, let's suppose that a woman named Monique handles the rough trade. She would teach Jenny about BDSM. Monique's chapter in the story would detail her lesson for Jenny. Jenny may learn these lessons directly from the woman or may be asked to watch the woman with a client (or both).

If you are interested, let me know what the woman's name is for your chapter and what her specialty will be. I'd like to see chapters that would correspond to many different Lit categories (anal, BDSM, fetish, interracial, lesbian, mature, etc. ). Of course, even though the content will be varied, all chapters will be submitted in the Chain Stories category. I'd like someone to write a final chapter that will have Jenny either walking away from the house or joining it, perhaps selecting a new name and a specialty.

Once I know who is interested, we can work out a schedule. Then, I'll submit the notice of the chain story and the 1st chapter.

Let me know if you have any ideas for the title as well.

-Sheila

 

[LadynStFreknBed]

First Paragraphs of Chapter 1

No one interested in this chain story? I thought it would be fun. Here are the first several paragraphs of chapter one. If no one is interested, I'll continue the story as a novella, but a chain story would be more fun.

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The click-clack of my bestfriend’s stiletto heels on the marble floor marked my entry into this new world. The rich velvet curtains and ornate gold trim of the large front room was more like something out of a dream than anything I had ever seen in real life. The brownstone house had a plain appearance from outside. I would have never thought that such luxury lurked within its unassuming facade.

My best friend, Amanda, had been changed, perhaps by this place. Long past were the lazy, summer days that we had spent by the lake, skimming rocks across the surface. She moved on to the big city, to a new life. I stayed back, married young, and divorced a short time later. My lawyer had joked that the divorce would take longer than our marriage had lasted. I didn’t find it funny.

Amanda and I have been best friends for most of our lives. We had both been painfully shy in school. During the summers, we would sleepover at each other’s houses. Our families were poor. Neither of us had ever been on a vacation. Instead, we played together, swam together, listened to each other, and were inseparable. We were more like sisters than friends.

Amanda’s thin frame and black hair was accented by the tight-fighting, short red dress she now wore. It was easy to see that more than just her wardrobe had changed over the past two years since she left our town. There was a new confidence about her. With her head held high, she walked as if she had purpose. This was in complete contrast to the days when she and I would try to be invisible among our peers.

We walked by the front room, separated from the foyer only by marble pillars. The loveseats and chairs were as elaborate as their surroundings. Amanda took my hand and walked up to a desk. A matronly brunette sat at the desk, flipping through a book and tapping away at a calculator. She looked up and smiled as we approached. She was much older than Amanda and I, but she had a sophisticated charm about her.

“Ms. Sable, this is Jenny, my friend I was telling you about,” said Amanda.

Ms. Sable rose from her seat and held both of my hands. “Please, call me Monica. I’ve been telling Amanda to call me that since she first came here, but for some reason, she feels the need to make me feel old!” Ms. Sable said with a chuckle.

I saw Amanda blush. For a second, I thought I saw the old Amanda under all that make up.

“Jenny, feel free to stay with us for as long as you like. Amanda, make sure you introduce her to all the girls.”

“Thank you,” I managed to get out. I caught myself studying the floor. I looked up and found Monica’s eyes. I had a bad habit of looking down when meeting someone new. I try to avoid that by memorizing what color eyes they have along with their names. “Monica-Brown,” I said to myself.

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If you're not interested in this idea, do you have any ideas for a fun chain story? If so, I'd be interested in hearing them. I haven't participated in a chain story yet, but I'm anxious to try it.
-Sheila