Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
LILA
Road work ahead.
Uh, yeah. I sure hope it does. God. How long has it been since that echolalia wormed its way into my brain? Groaning, I run a hand down my face.
The sign continues to flash out in the dimness, finally giving a reason for all this traffic. With a sigh, I rest back in my seat and resist the urge to drive on the shoulder. The last thing I need is a ticket and to be late.
Behind me, horns blare, thinking that by making this horrid noise, we’ll actually move faster. I wish. I’d be there right along with them, beeping my horn more than Donna Summer singing Bad Girls. As we move at a crawl, I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to the owner, David.
Lila
Hey boss. Gonna be late. Sorry.
Domly Daddy Bossly Sir
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You’re never late. Is everything okay?
With anyone else, I’d worry they were being patronizing, but with him, I know it’s genuine. He’s always acted like more of a Daddy Dom than an employer. Probably why I hate disappointing him so much.
Horrible traffic. Need a pic?
No. Don’t want you getting pulled over.
Snickering, I shoot back a reply.
Exactly. Because it would ruin the tour.
… what tour is that, exactly?
You know, the world tour.
Lila, I’m not in the mood. What would tour are you talking about? The tour I’m going to take you on when I make you crawl laps around the club for being a brat?
Giggling, I nearly drop my phone in my lap. I can’t even reply with how hard I’m laughing, but all too soon, another ping pulls me back to my phone.
I’m guessing that some sort of reference? You know I don’t get half the stuff you kids say. Right?
Again, I stifle a snort as I fire back a response. I can almost feel the exasperation dripping off of him through the phone. Poor guy. Just doesn’t get it.
Like you’re so much older than me. Stop being such a fuddy duddy and play along. At least you can keep me amused while I sit here in construction gridlock hell.
Lila, if you don’t get the fuck off your phone and concentrate on the road, I’ll spank you myself when you get here. And I will check your messages. You know I will. How’s that for funny?
I roll my eyes and shake my head. Must be a busy night for him to be so stern.
By the way, since I know how much you love jokes, you know you’re the kitty tonight. Right?
Figured as much. Jokes on him, though. I make so much more money as the whipping girl than the drink server. Besides, it’s been far too long since I’ve actually had my ass beat. Threats from management aside.
Got it, boss.
Good girl. Get here safe.
It feels like an eternity, but eventually the sign for Noir appears through the fog. I pull into the back and make my way into Below the Belt, where the pulsing music pours into my body, putting me at ease.
“Here she is. Glad you’re in one piece.”
Before I can get a word out, David motions for me to put my stuff down and get into my outfit of the night.
The kitty. Just like he promised. Sighing, I make quick work of my corporate dress and shimmy into the black, skin-tight, spandex leotard with a convenient hole in the back for the tail that will complete the ensemble. All that’s left is my collar.
The metal feels cold around my neck, driving away some of the heat gathering in my cheeks. I rub my fingers over the small tab like a worry stone, pouring my anxiety in it so I can clear my head and focus enough to work. This will protect me. It always does.
Smoothing my hands down over my torso, I turn this way and that, adjusting as needed. Thankfully, the gusset is super wide. If not, it would have been a serious discussion of where do my flaps go. But I’m stalling. I know I am.
Though I’ve offered myself up for pain, I’ve never had to be the kitty before, and I hate that I’m forced to be it now.
There’s not all that much you can do in this outfit.
Unlike the others who can dance around and seduce their tips with an ease and grace that comes from not having a tail plugged up your ass, I’ll have to be on all fours and suffer the humiliation of being petted by anyone who wants me to be a good kitty for them.
Thankfully, it’s not a dog outfit. At least I won’t have to go belly up. I don’t think I could bear that.
“Get a move on, Lila,” David calls out from the doorway, flashing me a gentle smile. “I need to get that plug in you so you can get out there. You’re already late enough. Don’t make it worse by dawdling.”
As he slips out the door, I move my lips in a mimicking way since he can’t see me.
Fuck. The drive was sooooo long to get over here.
Now, instead of being excited about my shift, I’m tired, hungry, and frustrated.
I suppose it’s now or never. Taking in a deep breath, I walk out of the changing room and into David’s office.
He stands there, kitty tail in hand. Already it drips as lube slips off it and dribbles onto his desk.
“Ewwww, David,” I groan out in a teasing manner as I try to back out of the room. “At least don’t have it dripping.”
“Would you rather I just shove it into your chocolate starfish dry? Did you want me to spit on your asshole? Come on, Lila. You know I’m not going to that. Get on the bench. Head down. Ass up.”
Heat flares across my cheeks as I assume the position. Maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought. Maybe the joke will be on him since he’s doing this as a punishment. My tips are going to be through the motherfucking roof. All I have to do is endure this little bit of humiliation.
David slides in behind me, and already I feel the warmth of his body as it washes over mine. Stupid Alphas and their furnace-like heat.
“Spread the leotard and your ass for me, sweetheart. Just breathe for me. You’ve taken bigger up here. I know you can handle it.”
Closing my eyes, I reach behind me and do as I’m told, trying to not think about the training I endured before being allowed to start working here.
Things up my ass, my pussy, down my throat, and pretty much any fluid you can think of on my body.
But the current money has been worth the past degradation.
The cold tip brushes my puckered ring, and I shoot forward, startled by the sensation.
“None of that now,” David growls. “You know how to be a good girl for me. Be still so I don’t injure you.”
Soft whimpers pour from my mouth as slick gathers at my lower lips. I detest just how wet and sopping I get from humiliation. David knows it. The other workers know it. I’m pretty sure the patrons know it.
The sensations burn through me, no doubt turning my cheeks a bright crimson. It takes everything to not moan as he reaches forward and rubs my clit through the fabric as he pushes the plug forward, slowly, inexorably opening me up, making me gape for him.
With any other boss, this would be the worst HR violation in the world. However, I knew what was expected of me to work here. I knew the sort of things he and the others would do to me. Hell, I signed the fucking contract. Government name and everything.
“That’s my good girl,” he nearly purrs behind me. “Just relax and let Daddy shove his thick plug in this naughty little asshole. God, Lila. You should see how pretty your tight ring looks all stretched out for me. Deep breathe in. That’s it. And breathe out.”
As the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh, he pushes in just a bit further, opening me up, stretching me out as invades my asshole with his plug.
“You’re so fucking tight back here. Seems it’s been a bit since we’ve made you gape. We might need another training night for you. This is just a little thing, and yet your bottom hole fights me like you’ve never had anything up there.”
Turning as best as I can, I glare at the man.
“It’s not my fault I’m usually the good girl.”
With a dark chuckle, he smacks my ass with his free hand, distracting me enough to slip the plug the rest of the way in.
“Yes, but today you were the naughty girl. Very, very naughty,” he murmurs as he continues to play with my small bundle of nerves through the tight fabric. “You’re fucking soaked already,” he groans. “Maybe this isn’t a punishment at all. You seem to like it too much.”
Pulling away, he leaves me bereft as he wipes his hands on his pants and clicks on my leash. “Now go out there and have fun,” he says before sitting back at his desk and going to his computer.
Just like that. All business. But then, it’s not as if any of us are delusional. He’ll play with the staff, but he won’t fuck them. And he certainly won’t take them home.
My clit pulses as I walk out into the room.
Already the space smells like sex and hedonism.
It’s a far cry from the civility up above at Noir.
All around me, Alphas and omegas engage in some various kinks—some milder than others.
But this is the waiting area, the negotiation spaces.
The truly depraved stuff is off in the deeper wings fanning out around this central hub...
Taking in a long inhale, I thrust myself deeper into the space, forcing a smile as Alphas grope me, touching me as if I belong to them. Until I clock out, I do. It’s part of the contract we all signed. We knew what we were in for before joining. It’s not like anyone forced me to do this.
Besides, didn’t I want to explore free use, anyway?
But as I make my way through the men, waiting to see who might want to use me for the night, my stomach clenches even more as slick soaks through the tight fabric.
With every stroke of their hands, with every tug of my tail or leash, I long for something more, something different.
“You there,” a dark voice booms out above the din. “Kitty.”
My gaze snaps up, locking onto a pair of startling green eyes. So familiar. I feel as if I know him from somewhere. I don’t think I’ve played with him before, though.
The way his muscles bunch against the taut fabric of his shirt is certainly something I would have remembered. His dark gaze rakes down my body, almost as if he’s touching me with just his eyes. I certainly would have remembered him.
“Come,” he orders with a crook of his fingers.
As I start to walk to him, noting how the others part, giving me easy access, he shakes his head, his lips parting into a wide, wolfish grin. He doesn’t say anything else. All he does is point to the ground. It doesn’t take a genius to know what he wants.
My body shakes as I lower myself, watching him as best as I can as I crawl over. The soft carpet digs into my palms and knees with each shuffle forward, adding to the pulsing ache between my thighs. He looks like he’d be a big tipper. Come on, Mr. Money Bags. Give me a reason to be able to quit.
With each little movement, the plug weighs heavy in my ass, sending constant stimulation to my already overwrought nerves. The leash drags on the ground between my legs, pressing against my clit every time it catches on something and pulls tight.
By the time I reach this glorious stranger, my body quivers with unspent need.
When he leans down and pats my head, I nearly groan out loud.
Somehow, his fingers feel so good running along my scalp.
Letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, I sag into him, soaking up the luxurious feel of his touch.
“That’s a good kitty,” he murmurs. “So docile. So trained. I wonder, what else can you do?”
I tip my head up to answer him, but he places a finger over my lips.
“Oh no. I didn’t give you permission to talk.”
With a hard jerk, he tugs on my collar and pulls the tab up to where he can scan it with his phone.
Several minutes go by as he reads my limits, likes, and wants to try.
Will we be compatible? Will he actually want to play with me for the evening?
Most nights, I’m stuck serving drinks, but perhaps this time I’ll get to have some fun.
“Well then, Miss Lila Sinclair. Looks like we have a lot in common.”
Fuck. How does he know my real name? My fucking government name? It’s not anywhere in the system. But instead of using Trixie, my club alias, this motherfucker is using my actual God-given name.
“Shall we play?” he purrs as he watches me, fairly luxuriating in the heat blooming between us.