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Iblink in surpriseat the brightly painted semi-detached that looks absolutely nothing like the office of a monster escort service. Not that I would know what a monster escort service office looks like. I guess it looks like this. I could slap myself. I already feel irritated at the way thoughts are whirling around my head.
I’m sure I’m going to piss off Sofia. I make a mental note to say as little as possible. Which, to be fair, is my MO.
“Mel? Hi!” When I ring the buzzer, the woman who answers is absolutely not what I expected. Her short blond pixie cut and long dangly earrings draw attention to her petite angled features and her long neck. She’s wearing a floaty, layered skirt and a cardigan, the sight of which makes me brush my hands nervously over the knee-length black skirt and blouse I’m wearing. It looks too much like I borrowed my mom’s office wear from the early nineties. But I don’t have anything nicer, so here I am.
I tell myself off. They’re looking for a dominatrix. I straighten my spine, force my shoulders down, and give Sofia the most confident smile I can muster. “Hello.”
Sofia clasps my hand, her many bangles clinking with a soft bell-like sound. “Oh, I’ve got a good feeling about you. Come on in.”
It feels so much like she’s welcoming me into her home that I start to feel some of the confidence I’m faking creep under my skin. When she invites me to sit on the sofa in the reception room, my smile is slightly less stiff.
“Thank you so much for coming in so quickly.”
I nod. “No problem. I had a cancellation this afternoon.”
Sofia’s eyes widen. “Oh! Are you working with another agency? I wasn’t aware of anything else for monsters in the area, but perhaps you work with humans, too?”
She thinks I had an escort job. Rather than tell the truth, I shrug. “A private client.”
Sofia smiles. “Lovely. Well, feel free to keep seeing your private clients. There’s no exclusivity clause in our contracts. It’s all freelance. However, if you do like the way we run things and you’d like to consider bringing your clients on board, we can offer added security and screening for you.”
“Thank you.”
Sofia claps her hands together in her lap. “Well, I’m so excited to meet you. We’ve been looking to add a domme to our books for a while. I think you’ll find we’ve got some great clients who will be very eager to meet you. How many are you looking to take on?”
I clear my throat. The thought of even one client is making my palms sweaty, and my heart thunders in my throat. “Perhaps I’ll start with one booking and go from there.”
“Of course. In that case, I have an excellent request for you to consider. One of our long term patrons has asked for a booking with an experienced domme. He’s very reliable. Very safe. It will be his first experience with that type of play, however.”
I almost let all the air rush out of my lungs in a huge whoosh. If it’s his first experience as well, then perhaps he won’t notice how little I know. “Sounds perfect.”
She asks me a few more questions that I fumble through as best I can. It’s clear I’ll need to do some research before I meet this guy. Then something occurs to me. “What... what kind of monster is he?”
“Jarra is a minotaur.”
I swallow. A minotaur. A huge creature with a bull’s head and man’s body. They expect me to control him? Now, I really really feel the need to research.
I travel home in a daze, worried I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. I don’t have too much time to stew on it, though. As soon as I arrive at Damian’s daycare, the educator greets me with a worried smile and tells me that he had another two accidents today and had to borrow some spare pants.
He trails disconsolately behind me on the walk to Elsa’s school and the two of them bicker all through dinner. Usually I’d snap, but tonight I’m numb to it. I seem to have shrunk somewhere inside myself, wrapping myself in armor as best I can to protect me from thinking too hard about what I’m about to do.
When the kids are in bed, I check my phone. There’s a notification from the Monstrous Deals app. A booking request. The day after tomorrow. He wants to meet me the day after tomorrow. Oh god!
I spend hours reading up on BDSM and watching porn videos of gorgeous women subjugating eager slaves dressed in leather gimp suits until my eyes are drifting closed and I can’t concentrate anymore. It doesn’t do anything for me, and I’m still no closer to knowing how the hell I’m going to do this.
