As seen on TV....

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You scour the last place you want to be on the internet. The Craigslist “gigs” section. For the greater part of the last century this simple bulletin board site has been connecting people with random work offers for legitimate quick *** as well as perverts needing all sorts of “services”. You wished you had the *** and bought stock in them a few years ago when they controversially dropped the “No selling of human organs and tissues” policy. But the trade off came with state of the art security, measures and checks courtesy of the Google Corporation. Back in the day the internet was like the wild west, now it had rules and consequences just like any other public space. The jury was out on if society was taking a turn for better or worse by sinking deeper in a state of consumerism dystopia. Your only care at the moment is coming up with the rent you are short this week. So god bless consumer dystopia's.

As you search page after page of perverted profiles and offers your heart starts to sink. All the good gigs doing stuff like sign spinning, serving samples in scant clothing, and random manual labor gigs seem to have been snatched up. The thought of really whoring yourself out makes your skin crawl... plus you dont have a permit to that kind of work anyway. A freshly posted ad catches your eye.

“Home shopping network model for product demonstration- generous compensation”, you click the link. Home Shopping Network After Hours, needs volunteer models and demonstrators for products. Your chance to be on television, generous compensation and free product with participation. Followed by a link with contact information and a picture of a model rubbing lotion on her wrist and the HSN logo.

You quickly click the link and Craigslist sends your contact info to the poster letting them know you are interested in the gig. And 40 minutes latter you get a text message asking you to come in tomorrow evening if you are interested to go over the terms and conditions and get started. You smile to yourself, awesome what do I have to really lose. If its bullshit I still get score some free catering and see a film studio. You prefer this over some cleaning garbage or giving some creep a foot job any day.

You spend an hour in the shower getting ready for your interview. This has to go well, if you can convince one of those HSN hosts to rub your arm with some sensual massage oil while explaining how its 100% organic and hydrating for your silky smooth skin, and you ooh and ahh at how incredible the product is. And coyly wink and laughing at some lame innuendo or jokes, you are down. Pay your bills, and keep the jar of oil as a bonus. Blowing this opportunity is not an option,

Housing is no joke, it took you a year to secure your shitty studio apartment because of the housing shortage and your landlord doesn't play around. A late or short payment would leave immediately on out on the street, and back to dealing with public shelters. You have grown accustomed to the luxury of having privacy and your own bathroom. You won't give it up, even if that means you have to give 100 foot jobs, you tell yourself. Hopefully it won't have to come to that though.

You head to the studio and the receptionist directs you to a posh waiting room with a handful of other women, all of them on a spectrum of attractive to average looks and build. And you sigh in relief, you didn't know what to expect. A room full of super models, or really hot looking porn stars was your realm of possibilities. You can compete with average normal types, you won't let this opportunity be taken away from you.

Shortly after you sit down a busy looking man with a clipboard comes into the room. He quickly introduces himself, but you forget his name immediately. He explains that the job is to demonstrate products and stuff you already know. He then informs you that compensation is directly related to the product you demonstrate, he hands you a 20 page waiver you sign without reading.

Once all the formalities are out of the way he leads you all through the door he came in and the group walks across the studio set. Oh my god this is exciting you think as you try your best to play it cool. You see seats for an audience, sets surrounded by various pieces of production gear. The room looks a lot like an open doll house, and each room is a stall designed to show off various products and appliances. You even think you recognize the kitchen set from the Genku chopping knives series, and remember famous TV chef Don Mclov selling the hell out of them at 3 am with is famous tagline, “Ka Chop”, as he slices and dices his way through an endless variety of seemingly impossible to chop objects.

He leads everyone into a comfortable room just off set and gingerly explains that at anytime you guys can leave, and no one is forcing anyone to participate. And that the studio completely understands and supports a decision to opt out and they greatly appreciate your participation. A gentle knock raps on the door, and a cart full of bagels and coffee gets wheeled in. You smile to yourself, I fucking called that one you think, as you get yourself a cup of coffee, feeling more and more comfortable with the situation.

Whats his name you curse your shitty short term memory as the man starts circulating a clipboard. This is the menu of products for today, as you see next to the product is the compensation reward. If you are interested simply put your name next to the product, no limits on products you are interested he explains, when we get started filming the staff director will have final say in who demonstrates what products. We also ask that while you can refuse and leave at anytime, once you commit to a product and filming starts you are legally contractually obligated to follow through. He apologies for the inconvenience but this is live television, and they would not be able to sell their products if their demonstrators walk off set mid product demonstration. You nod your head in agreement, this seems a perfectly reasonable policy to you.

When the clipboard makes its way to you, you see a list of products you never heard of before and can scarcely guess what they even do. Products that go by names like Stop-It!, and the Series X. Its all nonsense you think and use the reward menu as your guide signing your name next to everyone that pays more then the minimum amount to cover your needs. A product called the Sonar 7 catches your eye and has a compensation reward value high enough to cover 3 months rent. You weigh the costs and benefits and sign your name next to it in big bold letters and underline twice for good measure. If this turns into a publicly humiliating experience or is something you hate you would rather have your next three months rent covered for the experience and get the maximum value for your time.

Shortly after the staff director comes in and runs down the list casually assigning products to demonstrators. He looks at the list and seems to arbitrarily pick random names next to the various products. He eyeballs that chart and calls your name, you raise your hand, he looks you up and down with a smile and says Sonic 7, and you nod. As he assigns everyone in the room a product. You will wait here and we will call you as we need you. Everyone in the room nods, and he points at you, Sonic 7 you are first, and you follow him out the door not really knowing what to expect.

You are lead to a dressing room/staging area. Before you is some sort of stationary restraint. And the assistant gently explains that your wrists go in the hole above and its a inflating lock. Very comfortable he says, and asks you to strip out of your clothes. You pause for a minute unsure, he checks his watch and kindly says “look I get it, but its gotta be now or never. If you dont want to I can get..” You take off your shirt before he can finish, “No, its fine you say” and you find your nerve and strip down. Okay maybe 3 months rent is worth more then having a little bit of lotion rubbed on you... but you got this.

You slide your wrists into the holes above you and feel a soft pressure as he inflate the restraints. “These really are comfortable.” you nervously state as your pull and test them, you are firmly stuck in place being held up ***ly by the friction of the thick rubber. You feel bolder and twist and pull harder, thrashing a bit, but the restraints cushion any shock you produce. You feel like you are trapped in marshmallow. He starts to toy with and adjust some controls on the side and you feel the platform you were standing on drop out from under you leaving you hanging between marshmallow and tip toes. “They really are something arn't they,” the stage hand makes casual conversation as he proceeds to attach two more cuffs to your ankles with short chains mounted to the base. “Break a leg” he nods a professional farewell and hurry's off you imagine to tie someone else down or get someone coffee with the same level of personable indifference.

You are left there hanging like a prop, incredible you think. Every now and then someone rushes on past you and through the area. Here you are your body spread out and exposed for everyone to see and people just walk by, you bet the bagel cart gets more notice and attention then your spread eagle hanging ass, you sigh. And in a way you are grateful for that as you acclimate to the situation.

Soon another stagehand approaches you and meekly notifies you that you go on in five, and asks if there is anything you need meanwhile. You shake you head no, he nods and smiles and carries on his way. In what you assume is five minutes a small crew wheels you to the stage. They place you over an X taped on the floor to the left of a tall counter for product. And the production manager approaches you, “How you doing?” He asks in a chipper tone. “Good” you nod, feeling strangely reassured. “Ok, so your hosts are going to be Kimmy and Kate”... “Get the fuck out!” you exclaim. “Hey, hey, Television” the producer explains, and after a long second exclaims, “Gotchya, haha. This is after hours so no limits, feel free to really express yourself and sell the product.” He explains that you don't have to talk for this one and Kimmy and Kate are going to do all the work, you basically just have to sit back and enjoy the ride.

You literally just hang around the next few minutes as you watch crew set up the stage. Kimmy and Kate arrive and introduce themselves as you awkwardly deal with the impulse to shake hands. At that Kate light up and lightly slaps you on the ass and chuckles, “Same as a hand shake.” and you cant help but nod in aroused amusement. Then they mostly ignore you as they go over last minute lines and preparations. Before the cameras start rolling Kimmy looks you right in eyes and tells you in her most sincerest, I am so proud of you tone “You are going to do great!” and you feel your heart melt a little.

But nothing could have prepared for what they had in store for you next.

Edited September 23, 2020 by Deleted Member

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[Slavedoll-6392]

I would love to be in that contraption only I would have my lower half set up with a spreader bar