Page 8 of Two For One

“I’ll do it,” I said, waiting for the instant regret, but after saying yes it felt right.

“Great,” Madame Red said. “Lux, take care of payment and bring him to the Red Room.”

I hated the name of that room. Always reminded me of that book, the one with the red room of pain.

“Go get ready. I’ll have someone watch your tables for a half an hour,” Mistress Lux said.

“Get ready?”

“Fluff up the hair, put lipstick on or change, you have ten minutes before one of us comes and gets you from the locker room,” Madame Red said, looking at some papers dismissing me.

“Ok, will I be paid today?”

“If it’s cash, then yes, if not you will wait for your payout at the end of the week,” she said as Mistress Lux ushered me out.

“Thank you,” I said, leaving the room.

“I’ll come get you when everything is handled,” Lux said, walking away from me.

I walked back to the locker room, thankful it was empty so I could wrap my head around what the hell I was going to do. Did I dance to music? Did I have to choose it? Maybe using the pole was a bad idea, even though one girl taught a few of us some pole basics. What if I just jiggled my tits and ass for fifteen minutes? I mean I could let him motorboat me. Ok, maybe that was a bad idea, but what the hell was I supposed to do for fifteen fucking minutes?

This was going to end horribly, and he was probably going to ask for a refund when he saw how horrible I was at this. I got up and went to my locker, checking to see if I had something better to wear than this baby doll. My bag had a ton of lace, but nothing felt right until I pulled out this string contraption one of the girls had gotten me on my birthday last month. I hadn’t worn it because it was very revealing, but this felt like the perfect time to use it.

My body wasn’t fit and toned like most of these girls. I was soft with jiggly thighs, a little fluff on my midsection and arms that had a little wiggle to them. This thing would hide nothing, but my fluffy gut was telling me to wear it. I stripped before I could talk myself out of it. Three attempts later, and I secured the last buckle.

“Wow, Xiomara. If he doesn’t fall in love with you, I will,” Mistress Lux said as she glided in.

I chuckled. “I figured maybe I could make it worth his while.”

“Oh, he’s going to be speechless,” she grinned, as she knelt in front of me, buckling my heels.

Dammit, why was this so sexy?

“Ha, I doubt it. When he sees how atrocious I dance, he might be asking for a refund.” I tried to appear aloof.

“No refunds allowed. He doesn’t like it, that’s on him,” she said, helping me up. “Honestly, Xiomara; he might be happy just looking at you.”

I chuckled, the nerves started to flutter in my stomach as she led me to the Red Room.

“Is there going to be music?”

“Of course,” she said. “You can make requests if you like.”

“Oh….”

“How about this?” she chuckled. “Make one request and we will handle the rest.”

“Ok, that works,” I said, taking a deep breath as we stopped at the door to the red room.

No surprise the door was red and ominous.

“Judd will be right here and if you need him yell bananas,” she said, Judd nodded. “If at any point he makes you uncomfortable, you will yell bananas. If at any point you are done you⁠—”

“Bananas, got it,” I said, finishing her sentence watching Judd take me in.

He nodded his head, making my cheeks flush. Judd was gay, but it didn’t stop him from looking and appreciating.

She studied me, nodding when she felt confident in whatever she saw on my face.