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The silence grew around them, each holding their breath for a moment as the surrounding air became charged with sexual energy. Dylan’s eyes shot up to meet Cooper’s, whose previous glare had now turned into curiosity when her shoulder lifted in consensus with Dylan. The two of them spoke the same deviant language, which had manifested since coming to Adytum. They both enjoyed the voyeuristic tendencies that came with watching feeds from previous shifts. Hell, both the women indulged in immoral acts when there were consenting ladies on the other end of them. Earlier, Cooper had satiated her torturous tastes with a few Mistresses that day. It was Dylan’s turn to gorge herself with Ari’s offering.
She hadn’t removed her hand from in front of her, still resting her fingertip on the silky fabric, which had grown even more wet. Only Dylan knew of the subtle movement of Ari’s hips as she felt the pressure increase against her hand. It wouldn’t take much to dominate her, but she still craved the chase. Dylan pulled away, taking a step back. “How much do you want this job, Miss Delgado? Are you truly ready, as you say, for whatever I want? Whatever my whims will be? Stand up, face me, and remove your panties.”
She complied, though her hesitation returned as she turned to face Dylan. Cooper’s eyes matched Ari’s, wide and curious about what came next. It was quite possible Cooper’s presence was a hindrance, more like a threat in Ari’s eyes. She tossed a glance over her shoulder, an obvious survey of Cooper, before she reached under her dress and tugged the yellow panties down. With a step out of them, she raised a suggestive eyebrow while maintaining eye contact with Dylan. “Yes, Boss.”
“Bring them to me. You won’t be needing them.”
“I— What?” Ari protested, darting her attention between Dylan in front of her and Cooper still behind her.
Dylan stood her ground, repeating her demand one word at a time, “Bring. Me. Your. Panties.”
“Yes, Boss.” Her response didn’t hold as much enthusiasm as the eager submissives before her, but Ari complied and bent her knees to retrieve her underwear from the floor, then handed it to Dylan, who tucked it into her pants pocket.
“Good girl.” Dylan twirled her finger at her. “Turn around, lift your dress to your hips, and bend down like before. Hands on your ankles.”
By Ari’s appalled expression, Dylan knew she had pushed this woman too far. “I just wanted to be a waitress or something,” said Ari, her voice shaking under the stress of the moment.
Dylan’s gaze narrowed. “Excuse me?”
“I just needed a job, a hostess, waitress ... Hell, even a janitor. Not being a sex worker.”
Cooper exited the room as Dylan assessed the situation, her hands jolting upward to bring the scene to a screeching halt. “Wait ... this is an audition for a performance job; what exactly did you think would happen?”
“Not showing my ... stuff to be judged on—”
“Then what was all that earlier about exploring and diving headfirst?”
Ari slumped in the chair behind her. With Cooper out of the room, she looked up at Dylan with a deflated soul. Her emerald green eyes glassed over as if she wanted to cry. “Part of that is true. I guess. A friend of mine said you were hiring, so I went online to apply for the job. I’m not interested in being a Member, so I clicked on Performer. I took a chance, thinking that was just a term used by all employees. You know, like Adytum is a show and everyone plays a part.”
As much as Dylan hated to admit, it was the truth. She couldn’t drag this woman into that world. “It is. A show where reality and fantasy collide. It’s more than being on display. I’m sorry, Ari. This job isn’t for you.”
“But I need it ... Boss.” She slipped from the chair, kneeling in front of Dylan like any good submissive would do when pleading for mercy. “Please. I’ll do anything! Clean up, wash dishes, serve drinks ...”
And again, she mentioned everything except the job they were hiring for. Dylan shifted her stance, trying to fight the aroused state of seeing this vulnerable woman on her knees, begging. If only she had a more rapacious tone in her words. Dylan stepped around her. “Let me see what I can do.”
She walked out of the room and closed the door, shutting Ari inside. Cooper had poured a drink, downing it as Dylan walked toward her. “She’s not even a submissive, Dylan, what the fuck?”
Cooper was right. Even so, if there was even the slightest chance at grooming Ari into a perfect submissive, Dylan wanted that chance. “We could use a hostess.”
“No. Adytum doesn’t have hostesses. We have whores who serve drinks and get fucked while doing it. You know damn well no one is off limits, not me or you. If a member wants to fuck us in the ass, we bend over and say thank you. There is no way that girl can get on the floor.”
“I’ll train her,” argued Dylan, then said, “Just don’t tell Maxi and it will be all right.”
“Wait! You knew this? You like her?”
It was obvious. A fact she couldn’t hide from Cooper. They had worked together for so long that they read each other like a familiar book. There was no debating. “Fine. Yes. I saw her the other night at The Pendulum and then I came across her photo in the applications. It’s fate.” Dylan pointed behind her at the closed door. “Admit it. She has something. I just need to harness it and bring it out. Maxi said all I needed was the right submissive. Coop, she’s it. I feel it in my bones.”
“That’s your clit talking, not your bones. She wants to clean the floors, not your snatch. It’s wrong, Dyl. Undeniably wrong.”
“Then she’ll clean the floors. Maxi gave me the power to hire this round of recruits. All I am asking is that you keep your mouth shut and don’t tell her I hired someone based on—”
“Wanting to fuck them?” Cooper finished the statement with a question.
“No, based on me wanting a slave of my own.” Dylan turned away, returning to the bedroom to find Ari had not only succumbed to lifting her dress but to bending over, waiting for the Boss to return.
The overhead light hit her right where the wetness between Ari’s legs greeted her like the comfort of warm apple pie. The scent of desire called Dylan forward, her mouth salivating, as did her sex. “I see you are eager for this job. But how hungry are you, really? Members get what members want, and they are going to want you to perform the wildest of their fantasies.”
The words were very soft, almost a whisper, fluttering away under the ceiling fans in the room. “Starving, Boss.”
