Chapter 56: Playroom
Aurora’s POV
??"I want to kill you," I said without hesitation.
I ant it. Or at least, I wanted to believe I did. But the mont the words left my mouth, they felt like a lie.
Raymond didn’t flinch. If anything, he looked pleased. A dark smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, as though my threat amused him.
He leaned in, his scent clouding my senses until my thoughts began to blur.
??He slowly released , and I stood upright, my frown deepening as I adjusted my scarf with trembling fingers.
??"If you are so jealous... then be my submissive for three months," he said, his voice a low, smooth rumble. "You’ll have
all to yourself." He smirked, clearly enjoying the heat I felt rising to my cheeks.
??I glared at him, my heart hamring against my ribs. "In your dreams," I spat.
??He didn’t look offended. If anything, the challenge in my eyes seed to fuel him. "We will see about that, Aurora," he said softly. Then, with a predatory grace, he turned and vanished into the club’s shadows.
??I tried to focus on work after that, but I failed miserably. Every glass I wiped, every drink I poured, and every fake laugh I gave—my mind was still stuck on him.
??"Aurora."
??I turned to find my manager standing there, a uniform clutched in his hands.
??"Take this. Go change. Now."
??"Why? Why should I wear this?" I asked, confused.
??"You’re working the Playroom tonight."
??"How? Why ?" My eyebrows shot up.
??"Kathy just ca down with sudden stomach pain; you have to replace her. Go change quickly. The play is about to start," he said, rushing off before I could get a word of protest in.
??"You’ve got to be kidding ," I muttered under my breath.
??In the two years I’ve worked here, I’ve never set foot in the Playroom. I stayed at the bar or the dance floor. The staff in the Playroom were a different breed—hardened, discreet, and willing to witness things most people couldn’t stomach. How was I supposed to cope with watching a Dom take a sub in front of a live audience? Just the thought of it sent shivers through my body.
??"Aurora! What in God’s na are you still doing there?" my manager barked from across the room. I grumbled and trudged toward the locker room.
??The uniform was nothing like my usual one. It was a short white dress with ridiculous, frilly designs. I stared into the mirror and groaned. My thighs were almost completely exposed. I barely recognized the girl staring back at . This place was going to ruin . I needed a new job, but where else could I find pay this good?
??I left the locker room and t my manager outside.
??"Wow. It fits you perfectly," he said, his eyes traveling over
lustfully.
??"Where do I start?" I asked, feeling irritated and far too exposed.
??"Right. Listen, there are rules," he said, snapping back to reality. "First, don’t look at the play for too long. I know they’re masked, but you must not stare."
??"I get it," I replied.
??"You’re there to serve the Doms and submissives. No chatting, no sitting," he warned.
??"Yes, sir."
??"Gracie!" he called out.
??A girl in the sa short white dress walked over. "You and Gracie will work together. She’ll show you the ropes. Be careful," he added—it sounded more like a warning than a plea.
??I watched him leave and turned to the girl.
??"I’m Gracie. You must be Aurora," she said, offering a hand.
??"Thank goodness, this one is nice," I whispered to myself.
??"No need to be scared, just follow my lead. You can make so serious money in there," she said with a wide grin. I knew exactly what she ant. "Too bad today’s play doesn’t involve sex," she added, her smile turning into a frown.
??"No sex?" I asked.
??She giggled. "Are you new to this?
??"I only work the bar and the dance floor," I replied.
??"Wow, and the manager let you into the Playroom? Girlfriend, you are highly favored." She gave
a questioning look. "I had to make sacrifices to get this shift. How many Doms did you have to sleep with to get in?"
??"Excuse !" I snapped, my anger flaring. "What is that supposed to an?"
??"I’m sorry! I was just curious how you got in so easily. Please, let it go," she begged, looking genuine.
??I scoffed, but I didn’t need an enemy. "It’s okay. I understand."
??She smiled and led the way. We climbed the stairs and walked down a long hallway until we reached a massive set of doors.
??"Are you nervous?" she asked, pausing.
??"A bit," I admitted, biting my lip.
??"Don’t be. I’m right here. And like I said, no sex today—just foreplay and displays." She smirked and pushed the doors open.
??"This is it," I whispered, stepping inside.
??The mont I entered, a loud scream from a submissive pierced the air. She was wearing a black mask, her hands chained, kneeling before a man I assud was the Dom. He was huge, with a well-trimd beard and a mask that only covered his eyes.
??"Stop staring and move," Gracie’s voice snapped
back to the present.
??I followed her to the bar stand inside the room. She handed
so whiskey bottles and glasses.
??"Be careful. Don’t look them in the eye. If you do, they’ll think you’re trying to identify them, and that’s a big problem," she warned seriously. I took a deep breath. "You can do this," I muttered to myself.
"You!" Dom signaled to . With shaky legs, I walked over.
??"Get
a cocktail." His voice was rough. His eyes remained fixed on the stage while a submissive lounged on his lap.
??"Yes, sir." I rushed to the bar, grabbed the drink, and returned. "Here it is." I set the glass on the table beside him.
??"Here’s my card." He handed it over with his left hand while his right caressed his submissive’s hair. She giggled like a small child.
??I rolled my eyes as I walked away. I couldn’t understand how a grown woman could act like a baby for a "sex adventure." I swiped the card and brought it back.
??"Yes, master!" the submissive on stage cried out.
??I couldn’t help it; I turned to look. The Dom was down to his underwear, and the submissive was completely naked. A tap on my shoulder made
jump. It was Gracie, and she looked furious.
??"I told you not to stare."
??"I was just looking, not staring," I grumbled. She just rolled her eyes and walked off.
??I looked around the room. Every Dom was masked and srized by the performance. If they were so proud of this, I wondered why they felt the need to hide their faces.
??Another man gestured to . I took a breath and approached.
??"Whiskey. Two ice cubes," he said in a low commanding tone.
??He was alone, no submissive in sight. He was chewing gum slowly, and I found myself watching the rhythm of his jaw.
??"Do you have sothing to say?" He looked directly at . He had a stunning set of sea-blue eyes.
??"Not really." I turned to leave, but he stopped . My heart raced as I turned back, avoiding his gaze.
??"Add more ice." He turned his attention back to the stage.
??I felt a wave of relief as I hurried to the bar. I fixed his drink and brought it back. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving the play.
??"Here." He pulled so bills from his wallet. "Keep the change."
??"Thank you." As I took the money, I noticed he was visibly aroused—and he wasn’t trying to hide it. I swallowed hard and tried to retreat, but he grabbed my hand.
??"Like what you see?" he asked with a grin.
??"No," I replied instantly.
??He studied
with those sea-blue eyes for a mont before letting go.
??"You’re a newbie," he said, sounding almost disappointed. "You can leave." He waved a hand to dismiss .
??I hurried back to the bar. Gracie was watching
with a curious expression.
??"It looks like Master Eli is interested in you," she teased.
??"Whatever," I muttered.
??"What? Do you even know who Master Eli is?"
??"I couldn’t care less," I whispered.
??Before she could respond, the sound of the playroom door opening echoed through the room.
??"Go welco him," Gracie ordered.
??"Why ?" I frowned. She gave
a look that told
I didn’t have a choice. I walked toward the door to greet the new Dom.
??I reached the entrance, ready to give my professional welco, only to freeze.
??It was Raymond.
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