Page 37 of Mafia Fire


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I’m dressed in a white minidress with molded, ruched bra cups that are edged in black ribbon. The same ribbon is ruffled into thin bra straps, not that I need them to hold the contraption up, because over the dress is a black, lace-up corset-like bodice.

There’s even a black silk garter around the top of my exposed thigh. Keisha had to tell me what to do with the stretchy, ruffly band when she gave it to me.

I had no idea what it was for. I stare at what is basically a scrunchie wrapped around my thigh for no reason. Still don’t.

Keisha stands behind me, a hand covering her mouth to hide her laughter.

I smooth my damp palms down the front of the skirt. “I mean, could he choose something a little more sensible? I’m going to be cleaning, for goodness’ sake.”

“Sensible? It’s a kink club, baby.” Now she’s not even trying to hide her laughter.

“Why are you laughing at me? Is the outfit that ridiculous?” I tug at the edges of the lacy white apron.

“Have you seen the stuff I wear? I love this kind of clothing. You look hot. So sexy. Like, really gorgeous. I’m laughing because you’re so damn modest. And you’re working here.” She tugs at the garter, letting it snap back against my thigh.

I’d be offended by her brashness, but the woman has seen me naked. Besides, I like her. A lot. There’s no way I would be able to get through this first day without her.

She’s staring at me, a funny grin on her face. I tug the hem of the microskirt, willing it to grow longer. “What?”

“You’re just such a—”

My ponytail swings over my shoulder as I face her to finish her thought. “Virgin?”

“Yes! I’m sorry but it’s true. And Cannon hired you to workat Fire,the country’s, and what has to be, quite possibly, theworld’shottest kink club. It’s just too funny.”

I shrug. “Well, I’m a really good cleaner.”

“And you’re going to be hella sexy while you scrub those toilets.” She pecks a kiss on my cheek. “Come, come. Your boss awaits.”

“Oh God.” The thought of Cannon seeing me in… this?

The only decent article of clothing I wear—my white sneakers—are glued to the floor.

She hooks her arm in mine, dragging me from the staff dressing room. “Come on, let’s go, Kylie V.”

“Kylie V? Is that like my work name now? V for virgin?”

“You got it.” And she continues to laugh as we walk down the hall.

Cannon’s sitting behind his desk when Keisha pushes me into his office. Prey delivered to her predator. Keisha leaves me with a grin.

Cannon looks up from his computer. He can’t hide the desire in his eyes when he sees me in this ridiculous outfit. He clears his throat. “Nice.”

“Thank you.” I hold out my apron and do a little curtsy, then start a nervous rant. “Now, where are the cleaning supplies? I’d like to get started. I really don’t need any instructions or anything. On my way in, I spotted some chrome that needs my attention. No fingerprints on my watch.”

“Wow. You’re raring to go. Have at it.” He points behind me. “Supply closet is behind the kitchen.”

“Thank you.” I take my leave, painfully aware of his eyes staring at my barely covered ass as I leave.

Now, to find the kitchen.

Too shy to ask for directions, I follow the scent of bacon, my eyes taking in all that surrounds me. A parade of scantily dressed men and women are going about their day. This truly is another world. It’s staff-only in the morning and the place smells of breakfast and coffee.

I catch snippets of conversations as I wander the halls. Lush, a woman in her forties with pink hair, is worried about one of her shyer clients backing out of the orgy tonight, even though it’s the dream of the quiet finance guru to participate. Clever has a sick cat and wants to reschedule her bondage session with a very famous actress tonight but knows Cannon would flip.

Kinda siding with Cannon on that one.

When you take away the whips and chains and leather and sexy lingerie, or just plain nudity, it turns out the staff here are just normal people with problems and families and responsibilities they worry over. And like me, they love food. They are obsessed with the meals that are being served. What time they’ll sit down to eat, what it’s going to be, where the meat and produce came in from.

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