My eyes widened in disbelief. The man was bonkers. Who in the hell would think anyone would take a job unknowing of what it was? I gave a slow shake of my head. "Why in the hell would I agree to something that sounds fishy as fuck?"
He shrugged, his smile becoming another smirk as he held his hand out, "Do we have a deal or not?"
Looking at him, I thought over my options, or rather the lack of. Then, reaching out, I took his hand, shaking it. "I guess we have a deal," I stated, unable but to wonder just what in the hell I was getting myself into.
The man stood, his handshake firm, his grip surprisingly comforting in the cold, sterile room. "Good. You won't regret it." Afterward, he handed me an envelope. "Come to this address tomorrow morning at eight sharp."
Seconds later, I gazed at the envelope in my hand, my stomach twisting into knots as the guard escorted me out of the room.
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Time ticked into hours as I waited, unable but think about the man's offer. The idea of not serving time was tempting, but the uncertainty of what I would be doing made me hesitant. Yet, the alternative was time behind bars, separated from Mac, with nothing but the memories of my grandpa and the chances he had given me.
My decision weighed heavily on me; I could feel the pressure of time slipping away. Soon, my fate would be decided. There would be no turning back.
The door to my cell creaked open, and the guard stepped in. His eyes scanned the small space before settling on me. "You're free to go."
My heart raced as I stood up, my legs wobbly from the sudden rush of adrenaline. "What?" I croaked.
"Your charges have been dropped." His tone was that of boredom, as if he delivered this news every day.
I couldn't believe it. Was this a trick? A sick joke played by the system? But after he unlocked the handcuffs, he handed me my personal items, I knew it was real. The man had kept his word.
As I stepped out of the cell, the cool air of freedom hit me like a wave. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the sweet taste of liberation. The guard led me down the same corridor, to the same room where the mysterious man had made his offer.
The door was open, and the man stood there, waiting for me, his arms crossed over his chest. "You made the right choice," he said, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Minutes later, I stepped out of the prison and into the blinding sunlight. Had I just signed away my soul to the devil? I wondered. But as I saw the familiar streets of Chicago stretching out before me, I knew I had no choice.
Half an hour later, back in my apartment, I sat on the worn couch, Mac chirping happily in his cage. With trembling fingers, I opened the envelope. Inside was a black business card with a single name: Alex Landry and an address.
The name didn't ring a bell, but something about it felt... familiar. Like a distant memory I couldn't quite grasp. But there was no time for nostalgia. I had to figure out what I'd gotten myself into.
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The next day, I showered, put on my best clothes, and made my way to the address, a sleek office building in the heart of the city. The elevator took me to the top floor, where I was greeted by a receptionist who seemed to know exactly who I was.
"Mr. Landry is expecting you," she said, her voice cool and professional.
My heart hammered in my chest as I was led into a spacious office, the walls lined with bookshelves. The man behind the desk looked up. Our eyes met as he held out his hand. I took it, my mind racing. This was the man whose house I had broken into, the man who had the power to ruin my life or give me a second chance. Now, he was going to be my boss.
"Thank you." Despite the chaos of my thoughts, my voice was steady. "What exactly does this job entail?"
Alex dropped my hand, then sat back down in his chair. He leaned back in it, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're going to be working at my club. But it's not just any club. You'll be catering to the elite at a BDSM club." His tone was matter-of-fact.
I blinked, trying to process the information. The shock was incredible. My hand went to my chest as if to keep my heart from leaping out. "A BDSM club?" I breathed.
"Ah, Cherie," Alex murmured, his voice dripping with charm. "You see, I have… particular tastes. As such, I have a need for someone who can blend in; who can be both a conversationalist and a... distraction."
My mind raced with questions, but I knew better than to show my hand. I nodded, trying to play it cool.
"Alright," I said, my voice measured. "What do I need to do?"
Alex leaned forward, his eyes intense. "You'll undergo training, of course. Learn the art of seduction, how to be the perfect... hostess."
A shiver ran down my spine, feeling a double innuendo in his words. This was a world I had only ever seen in books and movies; a place where power and passion intertwined in a dance of dominance and submission. I had a feeling I was about to learn more about that form of a relationship than I had ever wanted to.
"You'll need to move to New Orleans," he continued. "It's where the club you'll be working in is located. As well, where I live most of the time."
The thought of leaving Chicago, my home, was daunting, but the promise of a fresh start was too tempting to resist. "When do I leave?"
"Tonight," he said, his smile widening. "I've taken the liberty of arranging everything for you. A car will be outside your apartment at seven sharp. Be ready."
The next few hours were a blur of packing and preparation. Mac chirped in his cage, seemingly sensing my anxiety. I whispered to him, "This is it, buddy. Time to see if I can pull this off."As the clock struck seven, I took a deep breath and stepped into the elevator. When I reached the lobby, a sleek black town car was indeed waiting, the engine purring like a cat ready to pounce.The drive to the airport was silent, my thoughts racing faster than the car. What awaited me in New Orleans? Would I be able to handle whatever Alex had in store?As the plane took off, the lights of the city grew smaller, swallowed up by the darkness. This was it, the start of a new chapter.~~The flight was a mix of nerves and excitement. I tried to read a magazine, but the words blurred together, my mind too busy imagining what lay ahead.When we finally touched down in the Big Easy, the humidity hit me like a wall. The air was thick with the scent of magnolias and spices, a stark contrast to the cold,
The more I learned, the more intrigued I became."The club operates on a strict code of conduct," Mistress Ainsley stressed, her eyes boring into mine. "You must be firm yet respectful, knowing when to guide, when to step back. You are the guardian of the experience, ensuring that everyone's boundaries are respected."Her words painted a picture of a world where pleasure and pain were intertwined, where trust was the ultimate currency. She spoke of the club's members with a mix of reverence and authority, and I realized that the role of a hostess was not merely to serve but to orchestrate the symphony of desire that played out within the club's walls."Remember," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "you are the eyes and ears of the club. Any misstep, any misbehavior, you report to me or Alex. Understood?"I nodded, my throat dry with anticipation. The gravity of the job was not lost on me. I would be privy to the most intimate moments of some powerful individuals. I had to be b
Alex led me to a private lounge, dimly lit and suffused with the scent of leather and whiskey. It was a place reserved for the most exclusive of the club's patrons, a place where the air thrummed with the whispers of deals and desires."Your training begins in earnest tonight," he said, his Cajun drawl sending a shiver down my spine. "You'll be shadowing me, seeing how the club operates from the perspective of the owner."The evening was a whirlwind of glances and gestures, of understanding the unspoken language of the club. Alex moved through the space with an air of authority that was both mesmerizing and intimidating. I watched as he interacted with the guests, his eyes never missing a beat. The power dynamics in the room were complex, a dance of submission and dominance that played out in every corner.As the night progressed, the scenes grew more intense. I watched as a woman, dressed in nothing but a collar and heels, served a group of men who were fully clothed. Her movements w
With Alex's words, I came to my senses. I'd been seduced by my surroundings, by the power dynamics, by the raw, unbridled passion that hung in the air. I knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg, that there was so much more to come. And though I didn't know positively what Alex's plans were, I suspected. But I was nobody's plaything. I'd agreed to work in the club for my freedom, but I had never agreed to become a submissive. Hell, I didn't even know if I had a submissive bone in my body.As we left the room, I felt my rebellious nature return. It had been buried beneath the sheer dominance of the man before me. Of the threat he held over my head.I glanced back at the couple on the bed, their limbs tangled in the aftermath of their passionate dance. They were lost in their own world, oblivious to the girl who had just watched them. For the first time since Alex had proposed my working for him, I found defiance thrumming through my veins. I didn't know what the future held, but
The next morning Mac's squeaking woke me, and sitting up on the edge of the bed, I pulled loose a cracker from its sleeve. Breaking off a corner, I offered him the treat."Here you go, buddy," I murmured, holding out the crumb with two fingers between the bars of his cage.Mac's tiny nose twitched as he caught the scent of the cracker. With a flick of his tail, he approached my hand cautiously, his tiny paws dancing over the metal mesh. His whiskers brushed against my skin, and for a moment, his beady eyes locked with mine, as if to say, "Thanks."With a swift snatch, he took the offering, retreating to the safety of his little cardboard house. The crackling of the cracker filled the silence of the room as he nibbled away, his little cheeks bulging with delight.Mac had always been a creature of habit, and I knew that this morning ritual was as important to him as my first cup of coffee was to me. Each day, I'd wake up to his squeaks, signaling his hunger, and I'd feed him before even
Alex looked up as I stepped inside the room, surprise in his eyes. "Morning," he said, his voice gruff from a lack of sleep. "I didn't expect anyone to be up this early.""Couldn't sleep," I replied, stepping further into the room. "Mac had other plans."Alex's eyes narrowed slightly. "Mac is your...mouse, correct?""Yeah," I said, smiling at the memory of my little roommate. "He's got quite the personality for a rodent."Alex grunted, his eyes returning to the paperwork. "I suppose everyone needs a bit of companionship," he mumbled, his voice thick with weariness.Stepping closer, I could see the lines of tension etched into his face. "Rough night?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.Alex sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. "You could say that," he said, his words laced with a hint of sarcasm. "More like a rough two years."I stepped closer, the scent of stale cigar smoke and whiskey clinging to the air around him. The room was a stark contrast to the m
Ainsley's words were like a pesky fly buzzing around my head, but I swatted them away, refusing to let them distract me. The numbers grew clearer as I organized them, and patterns began to emerge—inconsistencies in the expenses, discrepancies in the income. The club's financial health was indeed a mess, and it was clear that Alex had been trying to manage it on his own for far too long.The clatter of the kitchen grew louder as the morning progressed, and the scent of brewing coffee began to waft down the hallway. Despite the early hour, I was fully engaged in the task at hand. The thrill of uncovering a mystery was something I hadn't felt in a long time, and it was surprising how much I enjoyed it.After a few hours of meticulous work, I found it—a pattern of unusually high expenses in the supply department. It didn't take a financial whiz to see that something was off. Supplies for the club should not have been costing that much, not unless someone was embezzling funds or ordering g
Back weary and eyes blurry, I pushed away the paperwork and stood. I couldn't do anymore at the moment as my mind felt like a squishy lump of goo. The revelation about the supply costs weighed heavily on my thoughts. Who could be behind this? Was it someone we knew? Someone who was close to Alex? The thought was unsettling, and the quiet of the club only amplified the tension. I'd made a promise to Alex, and I'd follow through with it.After going back upstairs, I grabbed something to eat and a glass of tea. I decided to explore the upper floors, which I hadn't had a chance to do yet. I wandered down the hallways, peeking into the various rooms—each one more opulent than the last. The walls were adorned with velvet and silk, the floors with intricate rugs that felt like walking on clouds.As I explored, I couldn't help but feel like an intruder in someone else's life. Each room had a story, a piece of Alex's life laid bare in the furnishings and decor. There was a library filled with