“Um, I don’t think?—”
“You’ll be in the lounge,” Scarlett says, and my head whips over to her. I didn’t even hear her walk in. “Not in the playroom.”
“Is that … better?”
Loveland smirks. “Depends on who you ask.”
“There’s no sex in the lounge,” Scarlett continues, side-eyeing Loveland. “Everyone’s dressed. It’s where our clients begin their evenings before they’re ready to move on to the playroom and all of the fun inside.”
Okay, that makes me feel moderately better. I don’t have to watch people having sex.
“And I don’t have to, you know?”
Loveland shakes her head. “No. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. One of the perks of the job is a complimentary membership to the club. That in and of itself is worth a quarter of a million dollars.”
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
Jesus, I was just hoping for medical and dental. Maybe a 401k.
“But you don’t have to use it,” Scarlett adds. “I’ll fill you in more later.”
“We’re short a bartender tonight,” Loveland says, “so you can start right away.”
“Wait. Willyoube my manager?” I ask her. Because if so, I don’t think I want this job.
“No, I don’t run the bar. Rita does, and she’s bartending right now. She’ll be your direct supervisor.”
Good.
“Can I help her with her outfit before you take her out there?” Scarlett asks, and Loveland nods.
“I’ll let Rita know to expect you,” Loveland says before walking out.
“She’s lovely,” I say, my voice dry as the Nevada desert, and Scarlett smirks.
“She’s a Domme. She’s not the warm and fuzzy type.”
“Shocking.”
Scarlett taps her finger to her red lips. “Can I please help you with this outfit? The better you look, the more tips you’ll get.”
“I can use all the tips,” I reply, meaning every word.
“Okay, take off your shirt and your bra.” When I hesitate, she adds, “Trust me.”
As she hurries off, I do as she asks and sigh in relief when I take off the cheap bra I bought yesterday. Sometimes the girls need a break.
And my girls are big, and they require space.
But they’re not free for long because suddenly, Scarlett is in front of me with a corset.
“Uh, that doesn’t look comfortable for moving around the back of the bar.”
“It’s going to look hot.” She moves toward me, and then her eyes widen in shock. “Oh God, what happened?”
I look down and wince. “I got mugged and beat up a bit.”
“A bit?” She bites her lip and looks at the corset in her hand. “This won’t feel good at all. Plan B it is, then.”
