Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
In my trench coat, I’m just as overdressed as they are, and I’m just as scared as they are—maybe even more.
Most of the men are facing the stage where three women are being tied up with ropes, chains, and cuffs. Still, some turn their heads as the waitresses—including me—walk past, knowing that soon we’re going to be on the floor, entertaining them.
I had my reservations about taking this job. I mean, waitressing in my underwear is one thing, but getting naked and on my knees while sucking some old businessman’s cock is another thing entirely.
But, contrary to the rumors that are going around, The Succubus is not an evil institution. It’s not even dangerous. Most importantly, it doesn’t entrap young women into a miserable existence of servitude.
The women who wear collars and are doing the raunchiest things in this room came with their masters. In other words, they could be those men’s wives, girlfriends, or even friends with benefits.
What I’m trying to say is, it’s all completely consensual, and as far as the club knows, no money changes hands between these couples.
What I’m going to be doing tonight is thoroughly different. I’m getting paid to do this, but I’m not taking anybody’s cock tonight—that would be prostitution, which is illegal.
Oh, and I also don’t know any of these men. That’s kind of a big reason why I’m not just going to bend over for them.
All I’ve been told about these men is they’re wealthy and influential. Apparently, it costs a fortune to gain and maintain membership to The Succubus. On top of that, they need to have the right connections and pass a slew of verification checks. They could be politicians, actors, or CEOs.
I’m curious what these men look like, and I wonder if there’s anyone I’d recognize by sight. But with the darkness and the masks that they wear, it’s almost impossible to find out.
Yet, the darkness doesn’t stop them from staring at us. I can feel their hot gazes on me, heating up my insides with fear and excitement.
I don’t even know what any of these men look like, but sexual energy permeates the air here. I can’t help but breathe it in and become a part of it.
This is going to be an interesting night . . .
“So in conclusion, you’re going to be agreeable and obedient. Supplicant, even,” says Kendra, the manager of the waitresses. “Any questions?”
All the girls who came in with me are gathered around Kendra’s desk in the back room. Everyone’s slipped out of their day clothes and is wearing something more sultry.
Looking around the room, I see high heels, red lips, smoky eyes, and little bits of lace on little bits of fabric.
A waitress in The Succubus doesn’t have a uniform, but she does have to look the part of someone who works in a sexy, kinky club.
In practice, most of us are wearing some kind of lingerie. If a girl’s ‘inappropriately dressed’ (a term that, interestingly, means the opposite of what it means in the real world), Kendra will approach her and tell her how to fix her wardrobe.
A pretty blonde girl lifts her hand. She’s wearing cute, pink, cotton underwear. I wonder if she has a Daddy fetish. As if to confirm my suspicion, in a high voice, she asks, “Are we allowed to say no?”
“Of course. Like I said before, we do have safe words,” Kendra says. “All our club members know to stop everything if you say ‘red.’ You can also say ‘yellow’ if you need to take a short break. Any more questions?”
“How far do we go . . . I mean, with those men . . . I mean . . . My friend told me there’s no sex involved,” a different girl asks, stammering from nervousness. Like about eighty percent of the room, including me, she’s wearing black lace bra-and-panties set. (It’s the easiest way to look classy in cheap underwear. Not all of us want to buy lingerie specifically for this job.)
“Aww . . . It’s cute how you can’t even say it. Some men are really into that,” Kendra says, appraising the girl who asked the question with her keen eyes. “Your friend was wrong. There may be sex involved.”
Murmurs fill the room as girls whisper to each other in low voices.
Kendra smiles, satisfied by the level of chaos her statement has caused. “By that, I mean we’re not going to make you have sex with anybody, but we’re not going to stop you either.
“There’s a lot of sexy vibes in the air out there,” Kendra continues. “I know. I’ve been there. I worked as a waitress here when I was younger. But now I’m old and wrinkled, and it’s your time to shine.”
“What are you talking about, Kendra?” a girl asks. “You’re gorgeous.”