SIR (by Aria Steele) novel Chapter 2

Nobody that I know in my real life knows I work here as well as Reid Global, except for Sel and Nico. My wig and my mask see to that. Even after my first few days, I decided to keep it a secret. Not just for my own personal safety, (in case any angry regulars catch me in the street and expect something just because I do it in the evenings), but because I'm fully aware of the assumptions that would be made.

I mention fetish club to anyone that doesn’t already work in the sex industry, and I know I’d be asked whether it means I'm a prostitute, or a p**n star, or whether I do all the things from that god-awful infamous film that made everyone think they are suddenly into BDSM.

No, these clubs work very differently. There's a process, a procedure, that enables Sel (and sometimes me) to screen potential members. There are fees to ward off the drunk ‘lads’ thinking I'm just a stripper. There are introductory sessions, matching the workers with the clients' interests. There are security measures in place. There are guards. Each worker has something on them that works as a silent alarm if needed. Workers never go to clients' homes, or secondary locations. It all happens in the club. And the things that happen at the club are all discussed beforehand between the workers and the clients, gathering consent at every possible step. The actual sex part of the evening usually only happens once a worker and their client have been together for a while, and built a layer of trust in their relationship.

The people that come here are more looking for a release of control, a way to forget the limitations of their days, their responsibilities. There are ways of enabling them to forget about all that, and a lot of the ways don’t involve just getting fucked.

The role I take on is a Mistress. Sometimes I'm a sub, but that is very rare for me, and it has to be a very, very special client for me to consider that. I also come here looking for release, and the members usually do not have the skills to dominate me in the way I ever want. So, I take control. Five nights a week. That way, I can control my own release as well as theirs. It works for me, and it has worked for years.

For the last year though, I've been finding it harder and harder to expel all of my frustrations through my evening job, and it then translates over to my day job. I know the reason, and so does Sel. She likes to bring it up every now and then, and tonight is one of those times.

“I think you should just do it. Just kiss him one day.” She says bluntly as she shuffles the papers on her desk. I'm sitting opposite her, lounging in the velvet armchair as if I own it.

Which I do. I bought it for her.

“I'm not going to kiss my boss.”

“But you’ve had the hots for him since day one.”

“He's my boss!” I say, repeating the same argument I raise every time she mentions it.

“Maybe he has the hots for you.”

“Like fuck. He’s got like, a bajillion dollars, and he always has meetings with these women that look like they have permanent photoshop on them. It'd be so embarrassing if I even think about trying anything, let alone doing it.”

“Yeah but you’re not exactly plain Jane are you?” She says with a raised eyebrow.

“I didn’t say that. I know I'm hot. I'm just not…CEO Mr. Reid level hot.” I sigh as I let my head fall back onto the chair.

“Well you gotta do something, because you’re burning through clients like nothing I’ve ever seen.”

“They’re just so boring!” I huff as I move to sit up. “‘Oh Mistress, please can I have the flogger? I didn’t drink enough water, please punish me!’. Like, just shut up Casey, you don’t drink enough every bloody week. I’ll fucking punish you just for being annoying.”

Sel laughs from the other side of the desk.

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