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usually did. Tonight she wasn’t offering to do extra. She always stayed well past her finish time. She always helped other staff if they needed it. Well tonight was not going to be another night she spent helping everyone else. Tomorrow night she was going to talk to Master Xander about how he expected his waitresses to bite their tongues whilst being treated no differently to the club submissives. She had taken a waitressing job, not a club submissive position. At least she got paid. Momentum’s subs were not paid. They weren’t hookers after all. No, they were training, of sorts and would rotate between the Masters and club members as their learning and needs progressed. Once they were fully trained like Master James’ sub that night, they were expected to work in the club for twelve months, three nights a week. The white collar indicated that they were fully trained, other subs who were new wore different colours. After their twelve months service, they received free membership for five years. It was a good deal. More than good, actually. Kelly wouldn’t earn enough to cover the cost of a year’s membership in twelve months. Not that she wanted to become a member. This was just a job. A shitty ass job with the exception of the pay. That’s what she focused on as she threw her uniform into the staff laundry hamper and pulled on her running gear. After she zipped up her lightweight jacket Kelly pulled her wraps from her bag and began to her right hand before fastening it off and awkwardly starting to wrap the left one. Being left handed she found right handed tasks made her normally fluid motions awkward. She stuck her keys into the last couple of layers between her fingers, leaving three pointing directly up, with the last few wrap-a-rounds of the material holding them firmly into place. The neighbourhood wasn’t terrible but she didn’t take chances with her safety. Not anymore. A flash of memory momentarily blinded her managed to shake it off and headed towards the employee entrance at the exit at the side of the club.
    Kelly paused in the hallway, realising that she had to pass Master Xander’s office to leave. She sighed with relief when the door remained closed as she tiptoed past. She couldn’t hear any voices and hoped that he hadn’t come in to the club that night. Maybe it would give Master James a chance to cool off.
    Yeah, fat chance she thought to herself as she took in the brisk late night air. She walked briskly for a block allowing her muscles to unwind from work and warm up for her run. As the hairs on the back of her neck stood up one by one, Kelly didn’t need to turn around to know that she was being followed. A sleek black town car had been cruising up the ride, far too slowly for the lack of traffic that was around.
    Unfortunately, for the driver, Kelly knew every nook and cranny, back-street, side-street and alley-way between the club and her tiny apartment. Pulling her hood up over her ponytail she took off at a full run down a side-street. Hearing the car follow her in after a few seconds as she ducked into a narrow walkway that would take her to the next block. The hulking black car wouldn’t never fit and would have to reverse back out of the lane. Hopefully giving her enough time to lose them.
    The dark walkway wasn’t a good place to be at this time of the night. Drunks and homeless people littered the sides of the alleyway. One man tried to grab her but only succeeded in pulling the hood off her head. As she came out onto the main road she paused and looked for the sleek black car. Its windows had such a dark tint that all you could see was the reflection of the outside world. She was grateful that she was always aware and cautious of her surroundings. Glad that even her tiny apartment had more than one escape.
    When she had gone through the apartments to pick hers, most had been freshly painted, with new carpets and updated bathrooms and kitchens. Hers still had an old school