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"You mean the—"
Dylan's stern look warned that she would not tolerate any interruptions. With a stiffened back, she continued, “As I was stating ... Maxi usually handles the training of new ladies, but because I’m aware of your delicate situation, I convinced her to allow me to ease you into our way of life. Do you understand?”
Ari nodded.
“Use your words,” Dylan said, grabbing Ari’s attention with the stern tone of her voice.
“Yes.” There was much hesitation in her words when she answered. And then, as if she remembered the ingrained respect her parents had taught her, she replied again, “Yes, Boss.”
With a swelled chest and over-inflated ego, Dylan gave a curt nod and motioned toward the bar, ushering her across the expansive and grandiose ballroom. “Good. I told Maxi you had an appointment and that’s why you arrived late. Ari, this is Adytum.”
Thirty stories above, the grand ballroom of Adytum was an impressive sight, with grandiose pillars extending to the soaring ceiling. Hand-painted fleur-de-lis in gold graced the ivory walls, creating an atmosphere of majesty. High above, in the center of the room, hung an early nineteenth-century Russian Ormolu chandelier with gilded brass and cut crystals. It shimmered under the dripless candles that the employees lit each night. A wall of windows decorated the outside of the room, and each had cream-colored curtains with gold piping along their seams. Mini theatre sets were in front of each, like vignettes for various scenes that immersed the cast in a world within a world.
Ari marveled at the picturesque realm. Maxi’s family spared no expense to make it a place of elegance and class, unlike The Pendulum, which was more akin to a sleazy motel-turned-dance club. Soon Adytum would bustle with a cacophony of delicious moans and screams of submissives being savored by clients. Not all the clients were Dommes. Some embraced Adytum as a place to lose themselves underneath the heavy hand of a skilled Mistress.
“Here’s the thing, Miss Delgado—”
Still wide-eyed, Ari turned to Dylan. “Call me, Ari.”
Dylan pursed her lips, summoning her inner Domme. “You will learn not to interrupt, even if I call you Sabrina. Your mouth will get you in trouble, so take this as my last warning. Please. I’m trying to help you here.”
When Ari nodded, Dylan continued. “As I was saying, we don’t hire waitresses or barmaids, only performers. As a performer, you will cater to the client’s needs. If a client wants a drink from the bar, you are a waitress. If a client wants to sit down in the middle of the room, you become a bench. Do you see where I am going with this?”
Ari didn’t speak, keeping her mouth shut. As much as that was a good thing, Dylan cringed. It would be a lot of work. “When I ask you a question, a response is required. Again, do you understand what the job is?”
“Yes, Boss,” Ari stated, dropping her head again.
No one liked to be reprimanded on the first day of a job, but she’d need it if she wanted to make it through her week of training. As Dylan opened her mouth to continue, Ari raised her hand as if addressing a teacher, which made Dylan grin with a slight laugh. “Yes.”
“What about consent?”
“You’ve already signed the consent form when you auditioned. Now, you’ve given another consent by accepting the job, which means pleasing the clients with their fantasies.”
“What if they—”
It was Dylan’s turn to cut her off. “They will. I’m going to say this: if you want to wear a sign with all your limits, you can do that at The Pendulum. This is Adytum. The sky is the limit.”
“So that whole assessment of limits that I didn’t really fill out ... if I had any, those mean nothing?”
“If you would have listed one or two, we’d discuss them. We hire based on your willingness to provide a superb evening for our clients. So again, are you willing to do what it takes to work at Adytum, or would you like me to validate your parking ticket?”
“And you are going to train me?”
“Unless you want me to send you out there to fend for yourself tonight. Do you want this job, Miss Delgado?”
“Yes, Boss,” Ari said with hesitation.
“Good girl, now let’s go meet Maxi. And please do not say you have no experience.” Dylan needed to skew the truth to justify hiring her. “If she asks, mention you worked with a private client but are eager to learn the ways of Adytum.”
“Yes, Boss. And thanks for giving me a chance. I really need the money. Oh, and how are we paid?”
Through the ballroom, they walked toward an archway that separated the main floor from a wide corridor of private rooms that ended at the arena. As they did, Dylan gave a rundown of scheduling, hours, and pay.
“We are open from ten to two. We expect you to be here no later than nine to prepare for the night. When we close at two, you will have a minimum of an hour after closing to clean and ready the club for the next day. Don’t expect to be out of here until about three or four in the morning. Paydays are Monday mornings for the previous week. You’re responsible for your own taxes because we hired you as a contractor, not an employee. We will schedule you for five nights per week. If you want extra hours, check the bulletin board in the den, but most of the girls don’t give up their shifts because the pay is that damn good. Also, once we train you and you work independently, clients may request your services. We expect you to make yourself available for these occasions unless you're sick. Nobody wants a cougher unless it’s some unknown kink. You never know. Oh, and you will make tips, which are often very lucrative.”
At the end of their walk, the archway opened to an arena theater donned in luscious reds and black. In the middle was a stage ready for that night’s show. Lady Katrina sat perched on the edge, listening to Maxi’s orientation with the four new hires.
“Good, you’ve brought me tonight’s victim. Bring her to me. I’d like a taste before the show,” Lady Katrina said, interrupting Maxi.
