The Devil Wears Leather Part 3

Author: greenbrownblue
Title: The Devil Wears Leather Part III
Date: 21 August 2008

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2008



Monday was the first day I was expected to no longer bug Josh for any advice or direction on Cameran’s increasingly complex and vague orders. Because my chair was bolted down, I could never get out of Cameran’s sight through the drive-thru like window. Growing tired of getting yelled at for doing things wrong, I desperately wanted to stop guessing at things and get a few answers to an odd spreadsheet assignment Cameran tasked me. It involved the inventory of our props, which was technically an Alias Properties assignment. Therefore, why shouldn’t I travel down to the thirty-third floor and get Josh’s opinion on a few things? At first I made it look like I was going to the bathroom; but after my third trip sneaking down to see Josh, Cameran began to notice.

“Joseph!” Cameran shouted through the window at me.

“Yes, Cameran?” I pleasantly inquired.

“I need 387,” Cameran ordered.

I knew better than to ask for more direction. I wouldn’t get any more information. He’d just find a way to insult my intelligence; and, my self esteem had pretty much worn out for that day.

I knew enough that a number probably meant it was an Alias Property item; and, luckily enough it was probably already listed in the inventory spreadsheet I was working on. I scanned down the listings and found a 386 and a 3(edited) but not a 387. I was hoping I’d be able to find it in one of the storage rooms, which was located downstairs. This meant I could probably ask Josh a few more questions.

As I began walking out of my office towards the back stair case, Cameran shouted, “And Joseph. Stay out of Josh’s office!”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied with respect and I meant it. At that moment, I honestly felt guilty for not obeying Cameran and immediately turned around. If I was to avoid Josh’s office, I’d have to take one of the main elevators.

The receptionist for Alias Premieres was away from his desk at the moment so I did not have to explain myself. Once on the thirty-third floor, I discovered Jeffrey busy typing at the front desk while juggling a few incoming phone calls. I walked by unscathed.

I wandered around the floor looking for the right storage room. I had been given a set of keys for various rooms the week prior although I did not know which key went to what room. One of the first storage rooms I managed to find the right key for had a bunch of boxes filled with files. The second room I found actually had props in it but I couldn’t find anything marked “Terminator II,” which was the movie Prop number 386 and 3(edited) were from. I assumed 387 would be from the same.

The third room I managed to get in to was very neat and organized. Also, instead of old boxes, the props were sealed in plastic containers. It must be where the more fragile and high-end things were kept. I found a stack marked “T2: Judgment Day,” and began sorting through them. Nothing was numbered but I had brought along a printed copy of my spreadsheet. I found a bunch of guns, which seemed to all be accounted for on the spreadsheet. The pair of leather pants Arnold wore was missing, but it was listed as item number 389. The only thing not on the spreadsheet was an assortment of leather hospital restraints that Sarah Connor was forced to wear. I double checked everything, hoped to god it was item number 387 that Cam wanted, and made my way back towards reception.

Jeffrey was no longer on the phone. As I tried to rush past him, he looked up right at me and at the bundle of leather restraints I was struggling to carry. His mouth dropped open and he was in a state of shock. Just as quickly, he instantly regained composure and tried to act as if I was doing the most normal thing ever. “I had to take in one of your calls for Cameran. Don’t worry, he didn’t seem too upset,” Jeffrey explained.

“Thanks,” I nodded and whisked quickly out of the room. There was something odd about the way Jeffrey so quickly regained composure but I didn’t have too much time to contemplate the situation. I was still in a state of distress. Luckily, the Alias Premieres’ waiting room was still completely vacant. Alias Properties really did keep the company afloat. I quickly rushed back through the meandering inner hallways to Cameran’s office suite.

Cameran was on his phone, which reminded me that I would soon be getting yelled at for being gone too long and making someone else take a phone call for Cameran despite Jeffrey’s optimism. I was about to enter Cameran’s office to place the restraints on his desk but he motioned for me to go in to my office as soon as he saw me. I struggled to find a place for the restraints on my small overly cluttered desk and began working on my spreadsheet. I hopefully entered “Sarah Connor Asylum Restraint Set” next to item number 387.

When Cameran was done on the phone I was surprised that he did not start yelling at me. As soon as I forgot about the whole issue, Camran appeared in my office doorway. I jumped a little in my seat, not so much because I had not heard him walk over, but because Cameran never came in to my office.

Cameran eyed the restraints, walked over to them, and began unfolding their coils. He handled the leather efficiently and the straps flopped loudly on my desk as he unwrapped them one by one.

“Did you go in to Josh’s office again, Joseph?” Cameran disapprovingly asked.

“No Sir,” I respectfully answered.

Cameran grabbed on to a large leather cuff, stretched it out, folded it back, and stretched it out again. He then squatted next to me and worked the heavy restraint around my ankle. As he looped and buckled the strap he said, “You know Josh has his own responsibilities.”

“Yes Sir,” I agreed.

Manipulating the rest of the restraint, Cameran attached a leather belt to the cuff and to the leg of my chair effectively restraining my leg in place.

“And you have your own responsibilities,” he continued.

“Yes Sir,” I continued agreeing. I was very much in a state of shock.

Cameran grabbed hold of another cuff and attached it to my other ankle. Again, he used a leather belt to attach the cuff to my chair. My legs were both locked down.

“And you are fortunate I am letting you use Item 387 to help you focus on your responsibilities.”

“Yes Sir, Thank you Sir,” I responded, albeit a bit confused.

Cameran grabbed the rest of the restraints and threw them on my lap.

“See that these get put back where they belong and make sure Josh gets the keys. Thanks to you he now has the added responsibility of locking and unlocking you each morning and night.”

Cameran turned and walked back in to his office. Just as I was about to take the restraints off my lap, Cameran yelled at me to call the talent agency Philip Morris. I prayed it was for Alias Properties and dialed them from the Properties line. As soon as I had Cameran connected he began talking away and I sighed in relief that I must have gotten it right. Hell, I even found the right prop Cameran wanted: the Sarah Connor restraint system.

Since I was forced to remain in my chair the entire day, I actually began to be more focused on Cameran, who was constantly in my field of vision and range of hearing via the drive thru window. I actually began getting better at my job. Even if I had had the option of going down to see Josh, I think I would not have needed to do so as much. Yet, the restraints remained a normal part of my every day. I began locking myself in them each morning because I was always the first one to arrive. Josh would simply stop by to see that I was in them. He would simply say “Good Morning” or sometimes come up with something else seemingly relevant to say, but we both knew why he was there.

I began working later and later. Alias Premieres did not have anything in production yet but Cameran kept throwing more and more projects at me with shorter and shorter deadlines. I had to put in more hours to please him and I also began coming in on Saturday mornings.

Luckily, Josh had to work longer hours too so he was there when I needed to be unlocked. If Josh was going to be staying longer than I needed to, I had to wait and try to find something to do because I wasn’t allowed to interrupt Josh. In order to be unstrapped, I had to wait until Josh was done for the night.

Cameran never worked on Saturday. But I still had to be restrained. Therefore, it still felt like Cameran was there.

I was forced to become good at holding my need to pee. I developed a strategy of only drinking water after work and forcing myself to pee immediately upon arriving at work.
At a certain point, I began coming in at seven and leaving at ten. This meant I was simply going home to sleep. Since Cameran had a full bathroom off of his office suite, I contemplated spending the night. I figured doing so would help me get more done in which case I could go home earlier say on a Friday or not have to come in on a Saturday.

The only problem was that I was too nervous to ask Cameran. I thought he might look at me as a slacker needing to sleep in the office or that he may not approve of me showering in his private bathroom.

The rat race of driving back home to just go to sleep and come back again was wearing on me too much so I decided to politely ask Cameran about staying over via email. The second I sent the letter, I heard him laughing from his computer.

“Sure you can put more time in here! Sleep on my couch!” Cameran explained, “I’ll let Josh know. But you’ll need to clean my bathroom every morning,”

“Wow, thank you Cameran!” I excitedly thanked.

Cameran’s face recoiled and he smirked because it sounded like I was thanking him for letting me clean his bathroom. I wouldn’t mind cleaning it, but I had meant to be thanking him for letting me stay over. It was hard for me to communicate correctly to Cameran. I always wanted to do and say the right thing for him but things often came out wrong.

In any event, Josh’s responsibilities increased. Cameran didn’t trust me to be in his office all night alone so now Josh had to not only come up and unlock me from my chair, but also had to then lock me to Cameran’s large black leather couch. Whereas just the ankle portion of the Sarah Connor restraint system was used on me in the chair, the full restraint system was used on me on Cameran’s couch. I’d strip to my white briefs because I’d get too hot in my clothes for the night. I’d then lie in to the couch on my back. The cushions either had extra leather or were so under-stuffed that I’d actually sink in and the cushions would build up around my body. Josh then had to lock me in to the restraint system which was belted through around and under the couch. He’d cuff both my ankles in to the thick leather restraints. Then he would lock in my wrists in to somewhat smaller cuffs. Next he would pull a belt around my calves, thighs, waist, and chest. Josh would never say anything mean to me or degrading about the fact that I had to be restrained. He would never complain about always having to lock and relock me every morning and night. Instead, he would show his disdain for what I was making him do for me in the way he would attach the restraints. Josh was a strong guy and he would always place the restraints on my overly tight. No matter how many times I would ask him to not do them so tight, he would always pull on them and synch them up as hard as he could. One day he even said, “Sorry buddy, it’s what Cameran wants.” True as it may be, I knew it was his way of getting his aggression out on me.

Josh would unlock me first thing in the morning. We would work together to hide the restraint system in to the back folds of the couch and then move the ankle portion to my steel chair. No one ever saw the ankle portion throughout the day because no one ever came in to my office. A file cabinet obstructed the view of the restraints if anyone ever neared my doorway. After getting unrestrained each morning, I would then hurry and shower in Cameran’s private bath. It was entirely black and stainless steel. The shower was heavy stainless steel which was a bitch to keep clean. The toilet and sink were black porcelain, which meant every little spot showed. I’d spend more time cleaning the bathroom than I did using it. Ironically, Cameran rarely even ever used his bathroom. After I was done, I’d call Josh to restrain me to my chair or at least check that I had restrained myself to it.

Business went on as usual and soon the Sarah Connor Restraint system became just another routine part of the job.