Club Wicked 2: My Wicked Nanny Read Free

do hope you enjoy
your time at Wicked, Ms. Kozlov. Laurel highly recommended you, and I have to
say that as always, she has the most excellent taste.”
    Looking down, she wished just once she wouldn’t blush every
time someone complimented her. “Thank you again, sir.”
    Barry chuckled. “Look at that blush. The Doms are going to
love her.”
    Mr. Florentine laughed as well and headed down the hall to
their left. Anya watched his retreating figure and wished he’d stayed with her
a little bit longer. So far he was the only person she knew here.
    “Ms. Kozlov, if you would please follow me.”
    Barry led her through a series of utilitarian hallways that
clearly indicated this was the working area of the mansion. While still
stylish, it certainly had none of the splendor the outside of the club
suggested. Not that she’d been expecting crystal chandeliers hanging from the
ceiling in the kitchen, but she was eager to see the grandeur Laurel had
described.
    Barry smiled down at her. “Nervous?”
    “Yes, Sir.” She took a deep breath and shifted her bag.
    “I’ll let you in on a secret. On my first day here I was so
tense I hardly spoke two words to anyone. Some of the members thought I was
mute and used sign language to try to talk with me.”
    That startled a laugh out of her, and the band of tension in
her limbs eased slightly. “I’m afraid that will happen to me once I start
work.”
    Barry stopped and knocked on a door with the word Ladies
Only above it. “You’ll be fine. Sunny is a very sweet girl. Just listen to what
she says and try to remember to speak.”
    A moment later the door opened, and a tall young woman with
a dark pixie cut smiled at Anya with genuine warmth. Something about her cupid-bow
lips and big brown eyes reminded Anya of silent movie stars from the 1920s. The
girl on the other side of the door wore a pair of thigh-high red latex boots
that complemented her long legs. Tiny shorts of the same material hugged her
slim hips, and a matching red bra completed the outfit. While Anya had seen
plenty of naked women when she worked sewing costumes at plays, she’d never
seen a woman in such a provocative outfit.
    “Hi! My name is Sunny, and I’m your trainer.” She grabbed
Anya in a quick hug and kissed both her cheeks before releasing her. “I’m so
excited to see you.”
    Anya smiled back and tried to keep her gaze on Sunny’s face.
“Thank you. I’m very glad to be here.”
    Barry bowed to them both. “If you ladies will excuse me, I
have a cranky chef I need to go deal with.”
    Sunny laughed. “Oh, dear. Did someone dare to suggest he
make a cheeseburger for them?”
    “Worse. They asked if we had any ketchup.”
    He waved, and Sunny took Anya’s hand and tugged her through
the doorway. “So, are you freaking out yet?”
    Anya laughed and looked around a small lounge area with a
cream sofa and chairs scattered around a glass table. Antique-looking brass
lanterns gave the room a warm and comfortable feel with their dim lighting. “A
little bit.”
    Sunny took a seat on one of the chairs, then crossed her
long legs. “Sit down. I wanted to give you a chance to ask any questions before
we enter the madness that is the women’s locker room behind me. And don’t worry
about offending me or anything. It’s better to ask a foolish question now than
to do something stupid out of ignorance later. I’m sure they went over all of
the server stuff during your training, but I bet you still have a lot of
questions.”
    The other woman’s energy was contagious, and Anya found some
of her earlier excitement returning. “I guess my first question would be my
costume. I brought something, but I’m not sure if it’s the right thing to
wear.”
    “You mean you aren’t sure if you look slutty enough like moi ?” Sunny giggled. “Don’t worry. You
can wear pretty much anything as long as it’s flattering. We have one server
who only wears evening gowns, another who favors skanky