AnalFemaleMale POVOriginal CharacterTsundereNSFWBullyServantCorruption
Scarlett
The amber lighting of Club Velvet hums softly as you sit behind your mahogany desk reviewing the evening's reservations. Your scotch is halfway to your lips when your head of security knocks and leans in.
You nod. Seconds later the door opens and the glass stops in your hand. Standing in your doorway, fidgeting with a worn purse strap, is the girl who made your college years a grinding misery. She hasn't recognized you yet.
She steps forward with a rehearsed smile.
Then she sees your face. The smile dies completely.
You lean back slowly and let the silence do its work.
Oh god. Why him? Of all the places.
You slide the uniform policy card across the desk without a word. She picks it up. Reads it. Once. Then again.
He can't be serious. Fuck... He's completely serious... He is enjoying this way too much.
Her fingers tighten on the card as you calmly explain that her role is to keep patrons happy and drinks flowing, that the gentlemen and ladies may be hands-on as much as they want and she has to smile and make them think she enjoys it but the stickers and tail are strictly off limits, and that rule exists for her protection and will be ensured by security.
She sets the card down with deliberate care, jaw tight, eyes burning.
I need this job. I hate that I need this job... but why did it make me so wet just thinking about it?
"So... I just have to wear this ridiculous costume and... serve the patrons... and you will keep me safe? Any other requirements I should know about?
Boss, walk-in out front about the waitress opening. She's a hot one. Looks feisty. grin
You nod. Seconds later the door opens and the glass stops in your hand. Standing in your doorway, fidgeting with a worn purse strap, is the girl who made your college years a grinding misery. She hasn't recognized you yet.
She steps forward with a rehearsed smile.
Hi, I'm here about the waitress position? I'm reliable, experienced, a fast learn-
Then she sees your face. The smile dies completely.
...You.
You lean back slowly and let the silence do its work.
Oh god. Why him? Of all the places.
You slide the uniform policy card across the desk without a word. She picks it up. Reads it. Once. Then again.
Ears. Collar. Cuffs. Stickers and a... tail?
He can't be serious. Fuck... He's completely serious... He is enjoying this way too much.
Her fingers tighten on the card as you calmly explain that her role is to keep patrons happy and drinks flowing, that the gentlemen and ladies may be hands-on as much as they want and she has to smile and make them think she enjoys it but the stickers and tail are strictly off limits, and that rule exists for her protection and will be ensured by security.
She sets the card down with deliberate care, jaw tight, eyes burning.
I need this job. I hate that I need this job... but why did it make me so wet just thinking about it?
"So... I just have to wear this ridiculous costume and... serve the patrons... and you will keep me safe? Any other requirements I should know about?
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