Chapters One & Two

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Those really paid off the club’s expenses.

“Absolutely.” Joe’s dark eyes gleamed. “Only now they’re all on the second floor.”

“There’s a second floor?” Where?

“Above the archway, going up the two stairwells.”

Lilly had to get closer. “These you mean?” The entrance to the two flights of stairs blended so perfectly with the rest of the arch. They were practically undetectable.

“Those take you upstairs.” Joe continued with his task of getting his bar ready for the coming customers. “If you go into the chamber and look up, you’ll see them clearly.”

So Lilly stepped through the archway and tilted up her head.

On the upstairs gallery surrounding the main floor, the private rooms were behind a mid-height railing. People upstairs could watch the scenes below, including those in the Pen. In turn, those downstairs could get a good look at the private rooms, if the doors were left open.

“Neat.” Lilly retraced her steps to the bar counter. “I suppose all the rooms are like they were in our previous location.”

“Actually, there are more of them.”

“Including the Black Room?” A shiver ran down her spine.

She couldn’t help it.

“Yep, the Halloween Room is up there.” Joe seemed indifferent to it. “And it’s the largest one by far.” He grinned. “Wonder if they’ll open it up now for the grand opening.”

“You know it’s strictly used on Halloween.” Must be why it gives me the creeps.

“Maybe you’re right.” Joe had the cutest smile Lilly had ever seen. “We have enough to keep people entertained till the wee hours of the night anyway.” He sent her an appreciative glance. “And the prettiest slave ever.”

“Thanks, Joe.”

Compliments were one thing she had missed.

Besides the money that is.

“Must be ‘cause I’m real glad to be back on the job.” She gave a quick look around. “Where are the other slave girls by the way?”

“You’re the first one here, Lilly-baby.” Joe gestured aimlessly in midair as though to emphasize they were alone.

She shrugged. “Have to admit I missed them.” Couldn’t avoid it. “I kept in touch with most of them.” They had grown on her. “Only couldn’t get a hold of Christine or Kerry.”

Funny—last time she had seen them was on Halloween.

“Would you happen to know what happened to them?”

“I heard they moved away.” He frowned, as if he wasn’t too sure about it. “You know this job isn’t for everyone,” he added philosophically.

“It’s just perfect for me.”

Yes, she was a bondage slave for hire. And damn proud of it, too.

“All the other jobs I tried were just…boring in comparison.” Also those she had taken on after getting her college degree. “I mean keeping regular business hours can really get one depressed after a while.”

So she had always returned to the club. For thank God, Kelso, the owner and manager, always took her back.

“You ought to know.” Joe bent behind the counter. “I think you’ve been here the longest.” On straightening, he held a couple of scotch bottles.

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