Page 50 of To Catch a Sub

Her collar was black, with a gold O-ring weighing down the front and a small metal tag danging from the ring.

“Heya, Kitten.” Baby looked back over her shoulder, to where she was still holding the door open.

Two more people emerged, now wearing fet-wear. Colette had seen all three of them enter earlier, and after taking off their shoes head right for what they all called the “playroom suite.”

Suite made it sound smaller than it was. In addition to the rooms she and Landon were sleeping in, there were nearly a dozen other rooms, most of which were either empty or featured only a bed. One was the tiny kitchenette, and another was a storage room that also served as a changing room for staff. Her uniform had come from a large wardrobe in the elegant storage room.

The three newcomers wandered over to join Kitten and Colette at the bar.

“We have a new club sub,” Kitten announced, wrapping one arm around Colette and giving her a squeeze.

“Nice to meet you,” Baby said, pulling Colette out of Kitten’s embrace for a hug of her own. Colette felt the soft, bare skin of the upper curves of the other woman’s breasts press against her own bare chest and shivered in arousal. Baby was all soft curves and warm flesh. She smelled good too.

Colette returned the hug, arching into the other woman a little.

There was a speculative look in Baby’s eyes when they broke apart, and Colette flashed her a grin.

“This is Toy.” Kitten gestured to a man wearing a black chest harness with neon yellow accents and matching yellow briefs. Unlike her own underwear, his was a thong that completely exposed his ass, but it was made out a thicker material than the stretchy spandex barely covering Colette’s pussy. His collar was leather with metal mesh overlay.

The man grinned at her, and she returned the smile.

“And this is Naughty, our bartender.”

Naughty was a tall woman with shocking red hair pulled up on the top of her head. The base of her ponytail was wrapped in black leather, ensuring her hair stuck straight up before spilling down her back. Colette was sure that when she’d entered the club in a business suit, she’d had short black hair.

Naughty wasn’t wearing a club sub uniform, but instead a black bandeau top under a black fishnet dress.

“You can have two drinks for every five hours you work,” Naughty said without looking up from her prep work behind the bar. “Minimum one hour apart unless it’s wine or beer. Those you can have back to back.”

“How long do the nights usually last?” Colette asked, shooting a glance out the window at the early evening sky.

“Downstairs closes at three,” Naughty said, finally looking up. “We have a special license up here; we don’t officially close until six.”

Colette raised a brow. That was a very long night.

“You worked set up,” Kitten said, “and you’re new, so you’ll probably be released to play first.”

Colette kept her expression calm and curious. “And that’s what you do, when you’re done officially working? You scene?”

“Yes, though of course if you’re asked to serve in a scene, you can,” Baby added. “Depending on what Master Rolf decides for you for the night.”

Colette self-consciously touched her neck. Rolf had made it clear that a collar wasn’t part of the uniform, and she’d opted not to wear the one he offered her. But now Colette felt vulnerable and oddly naked compared to the others.

Toy blinked as if just now realizing that Colette wasn’t wearing a collar.

“Did you forget your collar…I’m sorry, what’s your name?” Toy asked.

“No, I didn’t forget. Wearing a collar is…” Colette waved one hand in the air, letting them draw their own conclusions. Sympathetic and knowing expressions crossed their faces. “And my name is Colette. I don’t have a club name,” she added softly.

“Let’s pick one!” Kitten announced. “Or do you want a top to do it?”

“I’m a switch,” Naughty offered, leaning on the bar. “How about Pet?”

“What about Bébé, since you’re French? We could be twins.” Baby clapped her hands together.

“Honey,” Toy suggested. “Or Puppy, since we have a Kitten.”

Kitten went over and snuggled against Toy, affectionately playing with his nipple rings until he shivered.