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like it.”
    “Excellent. Just remember to introduce yourself by that
name. I’m assuming you’re more submissive than Dominant?”
    “Yeah. The idea of being in charge doesn’t really do it for
me. I have enough going on with my life without adding a needy man to the mix.
Not that I’m looking or anything, but if someone asked me, I’d say submissive.”
    “Me too.” Sunny grinned. “Besides, wait until you get an
eyeful of some of the single Masters. They are so hot. I’ve seen Mistresses
turn into slaves for the Doms of Wicked.”
    “Wow.” She sighed and slowly folded up the robe. “You really
think I’d look okay in only the dress? I’m not, you know, slender like you.”
    “Don’t be silly. If there is one thing I’ve learned from
working here, it is that men love women of all shapes and sizes. Excuse me for
being frank, but with your big breasts and round ass, you’ll have the single
Doms sniffing after you.”
    The familiar flush warmed her from the neck up. “Thank you.
Um, can I ask you a kinda uncomfortable question?”
    “Sure.”
    “During my interviews I was told that after my shift was
over I was free to use the club. I’m assuming that means I can, you know, do stuff
with people.” She darted a glance at Sunny, then back at her bag as she put the
robe away. During orientation they’d told Anya having sex with the members was
a personal choice, but now that she was here, she couldn’t help worrying. “Are
we…expected to…do stuff with members?”
    “No. This isn’t a brothel, and no one, ever, will make you
do anything you don’t want. If they did, Mr. Florentine would have their balls
and their membership in a vise. And trust me when I say you don’t want to fuck
with Mr. Florentine, ever.”
    “I met Mr. Florentine earlier. He seems like a very nice
man.”
    Sunny gave a startled laugh. “You met Mr. Florentine?”
    “Well, yes. He walked me in from the parking lot.”
    “Dove, he’s the co-owner and chairman of the board of
Wicked. He’s like the king around here.”
    “Oh. But he was so nice.”
    “Of course he’s nice. Just because he’s powerful and
influential doesn’t mean he has to act like an egomaniac. Most of the
superpowerful guys here are also the nicest. It’s usually the ones that are
still clawing their way up the ladder who put on airs.”
    Anya thought about some of the actresses she knew and nodded
in agreement. “I can see that. I’m going to school to be a costume designer, so
I spend a lot of time with performers, some of them famous. I met a Russian
prima ballerina who was one of the nicest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of
being around, but her understudy was a real bitch.”
    Sunny looked over her shoulder at the closed door. “Speaking
of bitches, be on your guard around some of the other servers. There are a few
who can’t stand any competition for money or interest from the club members.
I’m not saying they’ll try to beat you up in the parking lot, but they can be
catty and immature. You know, like high school.”
    “Great. So I’ll be dealing with queen BDSM bees?”
    With a giggle, Sunny stood. “Don’t worry. I’ve got your
back. Remember you’re here to make money and maybe have some fun on the side.”
    “Do you have any fun on the side?” Anya slung her bag over
her shoulder.
    Now it was Sunny’s turn to blush. “Uh, no, I don’t. At all.
Like never.”
    “Never ever?” Anya looked down at Sunny’s erotic costume and
back up. “Ever?”
    Sunny gave a dramatic sigh. “Yes, I’m a virgin.”
    “What?” Anya cleared her throat and tried to keep from
hurting the other girl’s feelings. “I mean, that’s great.”
    “Don’t give me that look.” She grinned to soften the blow of
her words. “I just want to wait until I meet the right guy. My mom, well, let’s
just say her own dating habits have soured me on casual sex.”
    Anya moved next to Sunny and gave her hand a squeeze. “I
think that’s