you,” she said after several seconds. “Please have her take a seat.”
Even at the hotel, with its abundance of bedchambers, I hadn’t been interviewed in one of the guest rooms. But that was exactly what was happening here. I kept my composure, ignoring my fluttering stomach and sweaty palms.
The centerpiece of the room was a dark cherry desk and two chairs; the desk was empty except for a computer. I glanced nervously at the four-poster bed wrapped in a black satin comforter with an oversized headboard. Two spotlights shone in its direction. Directly above, attached to the ceiling, was a web of chains with a handcuff at the end of each. Though I was a bit apprehensive, I couldn’t say I wasn’t intrigued by them. Dallas had used handcuffs on me numerous times; I trusted him, though, and I knew the maximum amount of pain he would inflict. There was a walk-in closet to the right of the bed, lit up by a chandelier and lighted shelves. At least a hundred pairs of shoes sat inside, with three walls of lingerie and trays of jewelry on top of the island. I owned only a few pieces of lingerie—costumes that Dallas had purchased for me—and a couple pairs of heels that I wore to work. The thought of having a collection like this was exhilarating.
The guard exited, leaving Victoria and me alone. Her ass was just as sexy as the Recruiter’s, but her stance was even more self-assured. She was obviously the one in charge around here. I could feel the power radiate off her body. I wanted it.
Victoria’s gaze made me self-conscious so I turned away. I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk and looked at the TV screens instead. Once I realized what they were showing, I couldn’t drag my eyes away. Almost every monitor revealed a couple who were engaged in some form of sex. There wasn’t any sound, but it didn’t matter; this sex was nothing like what I had witnessed between Lilly and her drunken men. These people weren’t sweating and grunting.
They were beautiful.
Dampness formed between my legs.
“Do you like what you see?” Victoria asked. Fishnet stockings crept up her thighs, held by a garter belt. Her red satin corset was rimmed in lace and beads, and lace boy shorts hugged her body. A matching mask hid all but her eyes. I craved to learn her appeal.
I nodded. “Very much so.” It wasn’t something I could hide.
Her black sparkly lids disappeared as we made eye contact again. “I thought you would.” She took a seat behind the desk. When her red acrylic nails reached inside a drawer, the monitors turned black. “Now that I’ve given you a small sample, you have an idea of what goes on here. What makes us different from other establishments of similar… service , shall we say…is our exclusivity. Not just anyone can enter our doors; we’ve been in business for over fifty years, and our clients are the most influential, prestigious members of New England’s society. There’s a five-year waiting list, and acceptance is by invitation only. Our roster of members guarantees the confidentiality of the mansion and its workers.”
I thought back to the previous night when I had held Lilly’s bills in my hand and believed the job had something to do with painting. It was what I had wanted to believe, but a part of me had known the truth. I still had to ask my questions.
“Would I live here?”
Her long black hair fell to her breasts when she shook her head. “No, but it will feel like home, and we’ll take care of you just like you’re family.” She paused. “That means I would constantly be monitoring your privacy and security and, because of that, I wouldn’t allow our clients to remove your mask, or theirs. You will also be escorted by limo to and from the mansion every evening.”
“Every night?”
“Three nights a week, and only three weeks a month. Based on your cycle, you will get a whole week off, but we’ll compensate you during that time as well. Your shift will last
Even at the hotel, with its abundance of bedchambers, I hadn’t been interviewed in one of the guest rooms. But that was exactly what was happening here. I kept my composure, ignoring my fluttering stomach and sweaty palms.
The centerpiece of the room was a dark cherry desk and two chairs; the desk was empty except for a computer. I glanced nervously at the four-poster bed wrapped in a black satin comforter with an oversized headboard. Two spotlights shone in its direction. Directly above, attached to the ceiling, was a web of chains with a handcuff at the end of each. Though I was a bit apprehensive, I couldn’t say I wasn’t intrigued by them. Dallas had used handcuffs on me numerous times; I trusted him, though, and I knew the maximum amount of pain he would inflict. There was a walk-in closet to the right of the bed, lit up by a chandelier and lighted shelves. At least a hundred pairs of shoes sat inside, with three walls of lingerie and trays of jewelry on top of the island. I owned only a few pieces of lingerie—costumes that Dallas had purchased for me—and a couple pairs of heels that I wore to work. The thought of having a collection like this was exhilarating.
The guard exited, leaving Victoria and me alone. Her ass was just as sexy as the Recruiter’s, but her stance was even more self-assured. She was obviously the one in charge around here. I could feel the power radiate off her body. I wanted it.
Victoria’s gaze made me self-conscious so I turned away. I took a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk and looked at the TV screens instead. Once I realized what they were showing, I couldn’t drag my eyes away. Almost every monitor revealed a couple who were engaged in some form of sex. There wasn’t any sound, but it didn’t matter; this sex was nothing like what I had witnessed between Lilly and her drunken men. These people weren’t sweating and grunting.
They were beautiful.
Dampness formed between my legs.
“Do you like what you see?” Victoria asked. Fishnet stockings crept up her thighs, held by a garter belt. Her red satin corset was rimmed in lace and beads, and lace boy shorts hugged her body. A matching mask hid all but her eyes. I craved to learn her appeal.
I nodded. “Very much so.” It wasn’t something I could hide.
Her black sparkly lids disappeared as we made eye contact again. “I thought you would.” She took a seat behind the desk. When her red acrylic nails reached inside a drawer, the monitors turned black. “Now that I’ve given you a small sample, you have an idea of what goes on here. What makes us different from other establishments of similar… service , shall we say…is our exclusivity. Not just anyone can enter our doors; we’ve been in business for over fifty years, and our clients are the most influential, prestigious members of New England’s society. There’s a five-year waiting list, and acceptance is by invitation only. Our roster of members guarantees the confidentiality of the mansion and its workers.”
I thought back to the previous night when I had held Lilly’s bills in my hand and believed the job had something to do with painting. It was what I had wanted to believe, but a part of me had known the truth. I still had to ask my questions.
“Would I live here?”
Her long black hair fell to her breasts when she shook her head. “No, but it will feel like home, and we’ll take care of you just like you’re family.” She paused. “That means I would constantly be monitoring your privacy and security and, because of that, I wouldn’t allow our clients to remove your mask, or theirs. You will also be escorted by limo to and from the mansion every evening.”
“Every night?”
“Three nights a week, and only three weeks a month. Based on your cycle, you will get a whole week off, but we’ll compensate you during that time as well. Your shift will last
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