I felt guilty. She was a bitch and I shouldn't be thinking of her while jerking off.I went back to the room and lay down. I fell asleep.My empty stoma...h woke me up. I looked at my watch. It was almost eight o'clock, which meant it was nine o'clock in New York. I hadn't had anything, except for the pack of peanuts on the plane, for more than ten hours. I got up, hesitated for a while, and called Jennifer's room. After a long wait, she answered the phone."Jennifer, I need something to eat, and so. Sitting in a quiet corner of the coffee shop, Lisa began by asking her how the job hunt was going. "Pathetic, Lisa, just pathetic! I can't find anything, anywhere. I have tried the supermarkets, I have tried the temp places, I have looked in the classifieds, bulletin boards, and even went to the unemployment office. I have searched everywhere, but either no one is hiring or the job available won't work for me. I'm very near to giving up," Donna said, despairingly. "Well, I do know of one job. The pure metal surrounds me, apart from a metre square window made of frosted glass, through which an opaque dim light casts some light into my dark and dismal world.That was months ago. I don’t know exactly how long ago. It didn’t seem to serve any purpose in counting the days after a while. Maybe a year ago. I don’t know. A year of my life wasted, living naked in chains in a metal box. Never released. Never seeing my captor. Never hearing any noise, or seeing anything except for my. For years I had always assumed that mine was chocolate, but after the events of this story, I'm not so sure anymore.I should probably start with a few introductions. My name isn't Maria, but we'll go with that for now. I'm about average height for a Hispanic woman making me shorter than most the white girls I grew up with, with slightly broader hips than I'd like, and smaller breasts than I'd wish for. Though I'm not stacked by any means, I'm not flat, and catch men staring at them frequently.