Chapter Two
SIAN
I scarfed down my last packet of ramen this morning, my stomach is growling and beginning to cramp.
I need this fucking job so bad as living in my car in the middle of New York is not ideal.
Coming by a job as good as this one isn’t something that happens every day.
All the ad said was that it was for an assistant.
I was to file paperwork, answer calls, do whatever my boss said and that was it.
They also offered free room and board. How the fuck could I pass that up?
I’ve never met the man before and we have only spoken over the phone. Tonight is the night I will be trialing for the position and I will do whatever the fuck I have to in order to keep this job.
My brows draw together as I approach the building.
A big neon sign with the words Sinners Welcome stares back at me.
I have no idea what type of nightclub this is but it looks like one of those high-end places.
I spot six bouncers out front with those earpiece things in their ears and a line of people waiting to go in.
I’ve never heard of this place so it must be new.
I join the line of people and begin to tap my foot when they take an age to move, by the time I reach the front of the queue my patience is non-existent.
“Membership?” the guy asks me, his deep baritone voice sounds like a purr.
“I’m here for a job interview.”
He purses his plump lips then presses on his ear piece.
“I got a girl here, she says she’s here for an interview?
” He waits for a minute for a response, then nods his head before focusing back on me.
His eyes are a rich chocolate brown. I could stare into them all night long.
His brown hair is unruly and stray strands have flopped forward onto his face.
“Turn left as you enter, then go down the hall, first door on your right. The girls will show you where to go.” I nod and smile my thanks.
I pull on the hem of my pencil skirt and straighten my blouse as I follow his instructions.
I had to use the basin at the truck stop to wash as best as I could.
My black hair is tied into a bun and I managed to apply some mascara I found on the floor of my car.
I square my shoulders and take a deep breath as I stand out front of the door and rap my knuckles against it.
I can hear muted laughter and chatter from within but I can’t make out the words, clearly the room has some type of sound proofing.
When the door is opened my jaw slackens.
A woman stands before me in fishnet stockings and red leather boots that reach her knees.
This is completed with a red leather corset around her midriff and red bra with holes in the cups, exposing her nipples that have nipple clamps on them.
“Can I help you?” she asks.
My mouth opens and closes as I try to gather myself and my thoughts.
“She must be one of the new girls, come in,” another girl says as she reaches around the one who opened the door and drags me inside.
I’m too shocked by the sight of all of these women in various outfits.
One is dressed as a school girl, another as a doctor, some are just naked and others are dressed in lingerie.
A woman steps out from a room off to the left hand side and she is dressed as a police officer.
“What the hell is this place?” I blurt without thinking. I cringe when some of them shoot me scathing looks but the girl who dragged me in just smiles. I frown when I take in the sight of her. She’s dressed as an angel with wings and everything.
“This is Sinners Welcome , the one place where everyone's kinks are embraced. We get to let loose and get paid to do what we love.”
Her answer does nothing to settle my nerves. “What exactly is it that you do here?”
The girl in the red laughs and shoots me a wink. “We fuck.” Her answer has my stomach bottoming out.
“I didn’t sign up for this,” I rasp out. “I’m just here to meet with the boss for a job?—”
Before I can finish speaking a girl dressed in a sexy leather suit that reminds me of Catwoman steps forward and says, “She’s the nun.
Get her dressed in the habit and send her upstairs.
She isn’t for the main floor, she’s a private for the boss.
” Her words do nothing to settle the unease growing inside me.
I open my mouth to try to argue I’m not who they think I am, but the words die on my tongue when the angel and Catwoman begin stripping off my clothes like this is a common occurrence for them.
I try to bat their hands away but they just continue on like nothing is amiss.
I have no issue with nudity, I love my shape and my curves, but that doesn’t mean I want everyone catching an eye full of my damn coochie coochie meow meow.
When I’m left in nothing but my red lace thong, they begin to redress me in a habit.
It’s loose and does nothing for my figure, the color bland.
When they pull something over my head I start to protest until I catch sight of myself in the mirror across the room.
It’s not a head wrap, it’s a fucking cornette!
I’m dressed up like a damn nun!
“Put these shoes on,” the angel barks. Too shocked to argue, I place my feet in each of the shoes and instantly I’m a foot taller. “Come on. I’ll take you to the elevators, then you’re on your own,” she says as she grabs my hand, then drags me from the room.
“All your belongings will be in locker fifty-five,” Catwoman calls out just before the door slams closed behind us.
I don’t have a chance to get my bearings.
I’m having a hard enough time not tripping over and snapping my neck in these damn shoes.
When the elevator finally comes into sight, I almost sigh in relief until my guide speaks.
“When you enter his office, kneel and keep your head down. Do everything he says and he won’t punish you.” I swallow past the lump in my throat, my eyes practically bulging out of my head.
“I don’t understand. I just came for an interview—” The elevator dings, signaling its arrival. She pushes me inside the metal box and pushes a button before stepping back and smiling at me.
“I hope you last longer than the last three nuns.” My features pinch.
What the hell did that mean? Did he kill them or something?
I barely have time to process everything before the doors open and I’m met with the sight of a dimly lit office.
I see the shadow of a man behind the desk and pray that he won’t know I’m here.
If I stand still and keep my breathing even, maybe he won’t notice me.
“Enter.” The deep baritone of his voice washes over me like a silk sheet.
I swallow and try to reason with myself that I just need to explain there has been a mix up.
“I don’t repeat myself.” The warning in his tone is clear as day.
I shakily step out of the metal box and hope I don’t trip and fall.
My mouth feels like it's filled with cotton. I open it to try and form words but nothing comes out. When he pushes back from his desk and stands, I gulp. He’s so tall, even with these death trap shoes on he towers over me.
My breathing turns ragged as he rounds the desk and fear begins to travel throughout my body.
I hate myself for being aroused. I’ve always gotten off on being scared, it’s something I’m so ashamed of and never told anyone because they would have me committed.
As he approaches the dim lights make it hard to see his features until he is a foot away from me.
The moment our eyes connect, everything inside me freezes as recognition slams into me like a wrecking ball.
“Father Hawk,” I mutter in disbelief.